As the sound of the voice faded, the entire Imperial Garden fell into a deathly silence. Suddenly, a shrill scream broke the calm, and only then did the stunned onlookers realize that a woman lay on the ground not far away, like a rag doll, her expression disheveled, her face pale, and blood constantly trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Dare to show disrespect to my princess, courting death!" Long Xuan Mo's features were cold and bone-chilling, his dark pupils filled with the fury of a raging storm.
Yang Chengrong and Yang Chengyou held tightly onto the enraged Yang Chengning, their gazes on the woman sharp as blades thirsty for blood.
Doctor Luo and others were seething with anger, yet wisely remained silent, well aware that the Emperor was present and that it was not their place to overstep, but they were quite satisfied and appreciative that Long Xuan Mo protected Yang Mengchen like this.