The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1819 - Capítulo 1819: 1812: Back from the Dead

Capítulo 1819: Chapter 1812: Back from the Dead

“Miaoyan!” Su Yingxue rushed forward, but Chu Yihan held her back.

Chu Yihan signaled with his eyes for her not to interfere.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Yuntang stepped forward together, Xiao Yu drew the tip of Chu Heng’s sword, aid at his own heart, and said in a hoarse voice, “If Your Highness wants to act, the master of the Xiao family is . Only if I die would you dare harm the people of the Xiao family.”

“This hall has no intention of making things difficult for you. The people of the Xiao family can be innocent, but this person… he does not admit he is from the Xiao family.” Chu Heng hinted, referring to Rong Ning.

Xiao Yuntang lifted Rong Ning, crying and saying, “Brother, quickly admit you are from the Xiao family. Your Highness won’t kill anyone from the Xiao family. Brother, quickly admit it, don’t be stubborn!

You are truly my brother, truly the child of our parents! We won’t deceive you!”

Others deceived him for so motive, but why would the Xiao family deceive him?

Rong Ning pushed the family away with a cold glance, “I am the Crown Prince of Beiling, once I am, I remain for life! Today, I am defeated by the Crown Prince of Great Cheng Dynasty, dispose of as you will.”

He would rather die!

The people of the Xiao family, they are not his family, he doesn’t wish to be entangled with them!

“Hiss—”

Chu Heng showed no rcy, the tip of the sword pierced Xiao Yu’s body, Su Miaoyan and Xiao Yuntang rushed to shield him, all three were covered in blood.

Rong Ning felt extrely uneasy, deep within him surged waves of bitterness, tearing at him forcefully.

After Chu Heng dealt with these three who knew nothing of martial arts, he approached Rong Ning with his sword, “Both are Crown Princes, this hall gives you a chance for a dignified death.”

He pulled out Su Chenyang’s sword and tossed it to Rong Ning.

With the sword in his hand, Rong Ning’s fervor surged within his chest, he engaged in a vigorous battle with Chu Heng in the grand hall, eventually falling to Chu Heng, a palm strike fractured his heart veins.

All the injuries he had suffered recently exploded in pain, making him vomit blood and collapse, unable to rise again.

Breathing heavily, he looked at the fallen Xiao family nearby, and involuntarily cursed, “Fools!”

For one without blood ties, sacrificing the lives of three people and the wealth of the world’s riches, it was truly foolish!

In the mont he closed his eyes, if there was any regret, it was not being able to return to Beiling, to see his father one last ti!

His father would surely tell him, he was never a son of the Xiao family!

He was clearly the biological son of Hua Qingluo!

He was of royal lineage of Beiling!

Rong Ning thought Chu Heng’s heavy palm would take his life, but he woke up at midnight to find himself thrown among abandoned corpse piles, unexpectedly not dead.

Rong Ning pushed away the corpse pressing down on him, leaned against the dirt pile for several breaths, his hand reaching inside his clothes discovering a layer of soft golden thread armor sewn into the lining.

He slightly frowned, recalling how back in Qilin Garden, Su Miaoyan personally arranged his food and lodging, explaining she owed him for decades, always wanting to give him the best of what she now had.

This garnt… she said she made it with her own hands to protect him.

At the ti, he paid no mind.

But now… whether Chu Heng’s sword or palm strength, were lessened sowhat by the golden thread armor, saving him from death.

The garnt made by Su Miaoyan by hand allowed him to survive.

Rong Ning’s mind was filled with countless emotions, exerting all his effort to crawl out of the corpse pile, clutching his wound, staggered out, seemingly waiting for soone near the imperial city.