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"...Yes."
An arrow drove straight into her back, almost piercing her lungs.
How could such an injury not be grave?
"Who hurt her?"
"Who did this?"
This time, both Li Hongyuan and Jiang Ruobai asked simultaneously.
Jiang Mubai, who was accustomed to countless rough and tumble situations, involuntarily shrank his neck and pointed at the Prince of Wutong immediately: "He did it."
At this point, the Prince of Wutong was in anguish. He hardly cared about the murderous glares he was receiving.
He sneered, "I've always done what I've promised and I dare to shoulder whatever I've done! No one can smear my name for things that I didn't do! I want to declare one thing: It wasn't me who gave the order to hurt her!"
"If not you, then who could it be?"
"My own daughter was also down there. Have I gone mad?" After saying this, the Prince of Wutong thought of his daughter's last look before her death, overcome with grief. He could hardly breathe and instinctively clutched his chest.