Zhan Beiye hurried over when he heard the commotion and saw Gu Qingyu being dragged out by the guards, a rush of anger heading straight for his forehead.
"Who, who let her out? Where are the people who were supposed to be watching her?"
"Princess Consort of the Second Rank, are you alright?"
Su Tang did not immediately concern himself with how Gu Qingyu got out but rather turned to look at An Jiuyue, who walked out from the room, holding her arm. Seeing blood seeping through her fingers, he felt a sense of foreboding.
"You're injured, did she hurt you?"
An Jiuyue's face was ominously dark. A minor injury was nothing to her; some medicine would quickly heal it, but the explosion of the pill-refining furnace was no trivial matter.
At this moment, both Zhan Beiye and Su Tang's complexion looked terribly grim.
Su Tang strode directly in front of Gu Qingyu and, with a lift of his hand, he unleashed a strand of Original Soul energy that sent her flying.