Qin Wu spoke with much sense.
If it really was Song Huaxu, then his choice to attack Yan Li'an was surely to ensure one less opponent when he captured Cong Ze and herself.
With this thought, Yan Wanqing's heart raced, and her eyes grew increasingly sharp.
Song Huaxu, if you dare to harm my son, I will grind your bones to dust!
...
Qin Wu had a fast horse brought to her, and Yan Wanqing rode from the palace back to the Yan Residence.
Meanwhile, she was carried in a sedan chair toward the Imperial Medical Bureau. Despite having mentally prepared herself, the sight of Yan Li'an's wounds made Qin Wu gasp.
His body was scarcely without a wound.
The people of the Imperial Medical Bureau were sweating profusely as they treated Yan Li'an, who only managed a weak curve of his lips towards her before fainting.
"How is Lord Yan's condition?" Qin Wu asked calmly, for at this moment, she was the ruler of a nation and could not afford to lose her composure.
