Song Jiyun was terrified. She yanked the Eldest Imperial Son behind her and swung the stool at her side toward the man.
"Run now!" she shouted at the Eldest Imperial Son, and she hastily threw a vase at the man as well.
She didn't know that the Eldest Imperial Son's eyes were red with fury. Not only did he not run, but he also mimicked her, hurling a large welcome pillow from the Noble Consort's Couch, thinking if these were people from the palace coming to harm him, they wouldn't stop until he was dead. It was just that he had dragged Sister Song into this mess, and now because of him, she might lose her life. He hoped that Lord Yuan would have some conscience and take revenge for Sister Song if it came to that, to not make Sister Song's affection for Lord Yuan have been in vain.
He turned and picked up a porcelain pillow.
The man who had burst in was dodging left and right with obvious hesitation in his movements. He didn't seem quite like he wanted their lives.
