Feng Qihe was caught off guard and was pushed away by her palm, crashing heavily onto a chair.
With his mouth agape, fresh blood spurted out.
Chu Qianli was somewhat stunned, looking down at her own hand in disbelief.
Her martial arts had improved significantly, progressing unintentionally.
"Prince!" Jinghong, hearing the commotion, burst in from outside and, seeing Chu Qianli had injured Feng Qihe, drew his sword with a swish, preparing to stab at Chu Qianli.
Feng Qihe hoarsely commanded, "Stop."
Hesitating slightly, Jinghong withdrew his sword with a swish just before it could touch Chu Qianli.
"Prince, how are you?" He rushed over and helped Feng Qihe to stand.
He still regarded Chu Qianli with suspicion, ready to attack at any moment.
Feng Qihe caught his breath and then looked at Jinghong, waving his hand dismissively.