Hee Qingshan looked perplexed, "Madam, is it Yan'er?"
Recalling how Yun Qianyan shot him without hesitation earlier, a silent hatred brewed in his heart.
How dare she!
He remembered this matter. Without a proper explanation, it's not over.
He touched his chest, only feeling intense pain. Only now did he realize that the arrow had deviated from his heart, allowing him to escape death. Indeed, he had great fortune.
Amidst Hee Qingshan's turbulent thoughts, Qiann Yan approached him with many soldiers.
"Great King, how do you feel? Previously, I had no choice but to act. You were determined to sacrifice yourself for the realm, yet I couldn't bear for you to die like that. Luckily, I am skilled in archery, which let the arrow deviate from your heart, deceiving Prince Chang, sparing your life."
Originally ready to accuse, Hee Qingshan swallowed his words upon hearing this: "You knew the arrow wouldn't be fatal for me?"
