"Yes, Master."
After A Mu killed several demonic soldiers, he captured Qiu Ling'er.
A moment later.
In the side room.
Nangong Mo lay on the bed, his face pale and unconscious.
Gu Qianying sat by his side, watching over him, her jade hand on his wrist, feeling his pulse.
Beside them, Du Chun, Nangong Li, and Lola Yata were all waiting.
Lu Zhu had taken people to clean up the "battlefield."
"How is it? How is A Mo?"
Seeing Gu Qianying remain silent, Du Chun asked anxiously.
"Ninth Imperial Sister-in-law, how is Ninth Imperial Uncle?"
Nangong Li also looked concerned.
Meanwhile, Lola Yata kept glancing out the window.
The window lattice was not closed.
From her line of sight, she could clearly see Qiu Ling'er, who was tied to a tree.
At this moment, Qiu Ling'er had several bloody gashes on her face, her hair was dishevelled, and the pink dress she wore was stained with dirt, looking utterly miserable.
Under the sunlight.
She had fainted from thirst countless times.
Every time she fainted, Wu Zi, the maid serving Gu Qianying, would, according to her master's orders, wake Qiu Ling'er with a basin of cold water, allowing her to continue being exposed to the sun. If she still didn't wake up, she would be whipped awake.
This cycle of repeated torment had driven Qiu Ling'er to the brink of collapse.
She cried out, "Gu Qianying, you slut, release this princess quickly! Otherwise, this princess will have my father the Emperor kill all of you!"
Wu Zi stood by expressionlessly, watching Qiu Ling'er to see when she would faint again.
So she could fetch another bucket of cold water.
The Flood Dragon A Mu held a whip in his hand, his expression icy as he monitored from the side.
Inside the room.
Lola Yata was lost in thought, her mind wandering.
Nangong Li, sitting close to her, had all his attention focused on Nangong Mo and did not notice her abnormality.
Gu Qianying lowered Nangong Mo's hand, tucked it under the covers, and pulled the quilt around him.
As she stood up, she remained silent.
"Qianying, how is A Mo?"
Seeing Gu Qianying's continued silence, Du Chun grew even more anxious.
After Gu Qianying, he once again felt Nangong Mo's pulse.
At this moment, Gu Qianying had already walked out of the side room and into the courtyard.
As she passed by the Flood Dragon A Mu, she snatched the whip from his hand.
Walking up to Qiu Ling'er, she said