With the presence of Fu Lu, Zhu Yu felt somewhat relieved.
On the way to Situ Jing's tent, they encountered several imperial guards who were not quite clear-headed. The Fu Lu kicked them far away before they could get close, and they couldn't get up for quite a while.
Fortunately, the closer they got to Situ Jing's tent, the fewer people there were. It seemed that after being trapped by the confusing smoke, most gathered around the bonfire never left, making the tent area somewhat safer.
Fu Lu rushed into the tent and carefully settled Lu Qing on the floor mat where Situ Jing usually slept in the camp.
Seeing their Prince so severely injured, Fu Lu was extremely anxious. Though he had seen Lu Qing injured before, this was the first time he had been stabbed in the chest by a martial artist of such skill.
