The Heir's Consort fainted.
Xiao Qianyu caught her without a second thought, lifted her up, and laid her on the seat behind him.
Something fell to the ground behind him and rolled with a rumble. It was Xiao Yunqing's head.
His eyes were wide open, his stiff pupils frozen in shock, terror, and pain. He had died with his eyes open.
Then, with a thud, his headless body crashed to the ground.
"No, Yun'er!" Prince Jiujiang's Heir cried out in anguish, his face twisted by grief and shock.
Outside, Huo Zhizhou perked up again. He and the estate's guard commander exchanged bewildered looks. What was going on? Why were they shouting in there again? What on earth had happened? This was driving them crazy with worry.
Yan Shi had her eyes closed and didn't know what had happened, but her heart was racing. The thick stench of blood filled her nostrils, enough to make her want to retch. Something terrible had happened.
"Yun'er, Yun'er, what happened to you?" She endured the pain and tried to open her eyes, reaching out blindly. "Heir, where are you? Tell me quickly, what happened to Yun'er? Why isn't he answering?"
Prince Jiujiang's Heir was devastated. Xiao Yunqing was the only son he loved, and now he had watched helplessly as his head was severed and he died before his eyes. The pain tore at his heart.
Rage burned away his reason. Prince Jiujiang's Heir pointed at Xiao Qianyu, eyes bulging with fury. "You unfilial son! How dare you kill Yun'er?"
"What? Yun'er is dead?" Yan Shi was stunned.
Her beauty was gone, and Xiao Yunqing was her last hope. How could he be dead?
Ignoring her terror at being blind, Yan Shi forced her eyelids open. Through a hazy blur of red, she dimly