Nanmen Yu had just lifted his foot when Duke of Jing Ci, without hesitation, seized a dagger from the belt of a subordinate nearby and stabbed it directly into his own chest.
"Uncle Han—" Uncle Jingmen was the first to see it and quickly tried to intervene; the dagger missed its mark but still plunged deeply into his armpit.
"Uncle Han—" Second Uncle Jing immediately rushed over, a crack in his voice that made the air turn frantic as well.
"Princely Heir—"
"Princely Heir—" Tan Zong was the first to hold up the falling Duke of Jing Ci, his voice filled with tragic wrath. Following him, all the guards present knelt down.
Nanmen Yu turned around in a panic, his feet as if glued firmly to the ground, unable to move forward.
Two Loyal Warriors of Wen Family who had come to deliver the news now looked somewhat sheepish. The situation seemed hopeless, might they consider entering the palace to seek other help?