Xiao Yu had wavered, he was afraid that Su Miaoyan's condition would worsen, and had just thought of taking her to Su Yingxue to save her.
But Su Yingxue's appearance, as if she intended to snatch her away, built a high wall around his heart. He held Su Miaoyan, his eyes cold as he retreated, "No one shall snatch Yan'er away."
In his arms, the woman's soft hand tugged at his clothes, her weak voice calling out, "Yu... Brother Yu."
Xiao Yu looked down, his heart a tumult of shock and excitement, he tightly confined Su Miaoyan in his embrace, as if intending to meld her into his body, to become one with her.
"Yan'er!" Madam Yin's eyes reddened with tears, "You were well when you married him, what has become of you now!"
She knelt beside Su Yingxue pleading, "Your Majesty, please take Miaoyan back, I can't bear to see her continue like this!"
