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Shen Chuwei just froze momentarily when Ye Yuxi was again beaten to the ground, coughing up blood non-stop. Watching Ye Suhuan still not relenting, he held onto Ye Yuxi’s lapel with one hand and was choking him with the other.

The blood from the corners of Ye Yuxi’s mouth trickled down his neck, staining his pale hand red.

If this continues, someone will lose their life.

Shen Chuwei hurried forward and grabbed Ye Suhuan’s sleeve, pleading, "Prince, please let go. If you don’t release him now, he’s going to die."

Ye Suhuan said coldly, "He bullied you."

Shen Chuwei turned her head to look at Ye Yuxi. His originally fair and handsome face was now swollen red, his eyes bulging enormously, and his gaze was already beginning to dissipate as if he could pass away at any second, and if not released soon, he would surely die.

She continued to persuade, "He was just drunk. If you don’t let go, your brother is going to die."

"Let him die then," said Ye Suhuan in an icy, bone-chilling voice, his body emanating murderous intent like a Shura come to claim lives from hell.

At this moment, there was no difference between Ye Suhuan and a madman. The Ye Suhuan before her eyes seemed not to see his brother but an enemy, which made Shen Chuwei shudder with fear.

"Prince, please calm down. Let him go, and I’ll make you some Mung Bean Ice Cream. It’s really tasty," Shen Chuwei attempted to use food to appease Ye Suhuan’s rage, and incidentally, she was also keen to satisfy her own craving.

Upon hearing this, Ye Suhuan paused, glanced at Xiao Jiu, and seeing her hope-filled gaze, he loosened his grip. Ye Yuxi fell down like a kite with its string cut, unconscious.

Shen Chuwei quickly squatted down to check Ye Yuxi’s pulse.

Seeing her so concerned, Ye Suhuan frowned, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her up from the ground.

"There are Imperial Doctors in the palace."

"Even with Imperial Doctors, I still need to check if his life is in danger, so I can provide immediate first aid," Shen Chuwei shook off Ye Suhuan’s hand and squatted down to continue taking Ye Yuxi’s pulse.

Ye Yuxi had always treated her quite well, although she had benefited from Feng Wuyou’s involvement.

What happened tonight was indeed inappropriate on Ye Yuxi’s part, but it wasn’t a crime deserving death.

Ye Suhuan pressed his lips together and stood erect, watching over Xiao Jiu with a cold voice; he commanded, "Someone, take the Crown Prince to the Imperial Medical Bureau."

As soon as his words fell, two Guards walked in through the door.

By this point, Shen Chuwei had already finished taking the pulse. Ye Yuxi’s condition was not optimistic. He had serious internal injuries, and he might have broken a couple of ribs with that last hit.

As the Guards approached, Shen Chuwei said, "Wait a moment."

The Guards exchanged glances and then looked towards their Master.

Ye Suhuan watched coldly and said nothing.

Having provided first aid and given Ye Yuxi a medicine pill, Shen Chuwei then instructed, "Find a stretcher and carry him to the Imperial Medical Bureau."

The Guards once again looked to their own Master for his opinion.

Seeing this, Shen Chuwei frowned and said, "Why are you looking at him? He is furious now and speaking in anger. Listen to me, use a stretcher to carry him."

Ye Suhuan: "..."

Guard: "..."

Seeing that their Master remained silent, the Guards finally brought a stretcher and carried the Crown Prince to the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Shen Chuwei looked at the blood on the ground and frowned. If Ye Suhuan hadn’t appeared, she could have knocked Ye Yuxi out, and the situation would not have escalated.

If the Emperor were to find out that the Crown Prince almost died, and that it was because Ye Suhuan had acted in her defense...

From watching television dramas, she concluded that the last thing an Emperor would want to see and most despise is his own sons fighting over a woman to the death...

She suddenly understood something; Feng Wuyou definitely was not the Emperor’s daughter, otherwise Ye Suhuan and Ye Yuxi’s actions towards Feng Wuyou were too strange, as if they were competing—

Shen Chuwei sneaked a glance at Ye Suhuan, whose menacing aura had not subsided at all. Staying with him could be very dangerous.

"Prince, it’s quite late, and I need to rest," she said.

Ye Suhuan approached her by two steps, frightening her so much that she staggered back several steps. He frowned, stretched out his hand, and grasped her wrist, stopping her from retreating further.

"Do you think Ye Yuxi treated you well these days without a purpose?" he asked.

Feeling guilty, Shen Chuwei couldn’t bear to look directly into Ye Suhuan’s eyes, "Maybe, because we had a good relationship before?"

"A good relationship?" Ye Suhuan scoffed as if hearing a funny joke, "If it were not for your identity, do you think he would be so attentive? And the other princes too, all because of your identity. Stay away from them."

Perhaps because of her guilt, Shen Chuwei always felt that Ye Suhuan knew she was an impostor, and his reminder about the Crown Prince and the Princes treating her well was specifically due to Feng Wuyou.

About this, she remained very vigilant and never considered clinging to Feng Wuyou’s identity because of the favorable treatment she received.