Little Lan's sharp, hollow fangs sank into Song Lianhe's neck. It was like a dying person receiving a shot of a powerful stimulant, dragging her wandering soul back into her body!
Soon, Song Lianhe regained consciousness. Her first instinct was to pull Ah Jun close, turning her own back to the attacks to shield the thin boy in her arms.
"Sister..."
Ah Jun's eyes were red-rimmed as he struggled to get free. "I have to protect you, Sister! I'm just a little beggar. It doesn't matter if I die, but you're the Princess Consort! Nothing can happen to you!"
Taking several blows squarely on her back, Song Lianhe gritted her teeth against the pain and forcefully shoved him through the door. "Find a place to hide!"
She then slammed the door shut and found a wooden beam to barricade it.
"Sister!"
"If you dare come out, don't even think of calling me your sister again!"
Song Lianhe let out a low snarl, then turned to rescue Chun Hua.
