The Empress Uncontrollable
Leech Poison

The battle also took place fiercely. Ailing and Prince Song are currently facing eight people dressed in black with a cloth covering half of their faces.

“How is this?“ ailing asked Prince Song who was currently fighting back with her. His sweat soaked his forehead, his breath rising and falling as he had just finished crippling one of his enemies with great difficulty.

“If you are not strong, then you can stay away," whispered Prince Song who currently still looks calm staring at the four enemies who are still standing around them.

However, Prince Song and Ailing's physique was completely different. He had just knocked down three of his enemies in just a few strikes, even just a little sweat coming out of him. It was indeed a person trained on the battlefield, roughly like that which was currently in Ailing's mind.

“Cannot. I will not leave you,” said Ailing as she tightened her grip on the sword lent by her husband.

Hearing that serious-sounding answer, Prince Song immediately smiled slightly. 'Based on a silly woman, ' her inner self while strengthening her horses.

"Then you attack the one with the small body, I will attack the others" Prince Song said.

Then Ailing glanced at the three people that Prince Song would face. Their bodies looked big, Ailing realized that he would definitely have trouble if he had to face one of them.

'Ah no, he's the Prince of War he's fought a lot like that, so it shouldn't be a problem. Rightly said I will face this one alone, ' thought Ailing as she set her breath preparing to return to sword-shaking.

The fight continued, Ailing actually fought with one skinny tall man. He combined his ability to fencing while he was still in the modern world first with the sword skills possessed by Ailing himself.

'Attack down, follow the groove. Turning around while swinging, be careful of the surprise attack, Ailing's inner being as he continued to move like a cue in his heart.

'Ck, why are these gouging men not like the one before. The level must be more than that person, I must be careful, Ailing's inner self with sweat that felt like it had soaked his back.

'Who is the one who sent them, is this possibly from Princess Chungli? Did he take revenge on me for the trouble in the palace?' thought Ailing while continuing to swing the sword. 'Haiss, but not possible.

Si Chungli really liked that song boy, so he shouldn't have sent anyone to harm us both. So there is only one possibility, this must be the enemy of Prince Song.'

Meanwhile, on the other hand right now Prince Song had already taken down two people from the three enemies he faced.

'I have to look for clues. If my guess is correct, this must have been sent from the palace, Prince Song's inner voice while pulling the sword that had just stuck in the stomach of one of his opponents.

After that, he turned to the last villain in front of him. With agility he moved his sword to attack the strong-bodied man.

'So these were really from the palace, ' Inner Prince Song who noticed every movement that turned out to be familiar to him. Yes, of course it is not foreign because the movements he himself created it.

The special movement he created for the soldiers who served in the southern area was indeed quite special. However, of course, Prince Song could not be defeated with his own man-made moves.

Trang! The sword was thrown away.

Immediately Prince Song pointed his sword to scratch his enemy's legs and make him kneel.

“Say, who sent you?" prince Song asked as he placed his sword around the man's neck.

“You think just by making me like this, then I'll give up?" said the man who is now kneeling while opening his face cover.

“I give you one last chance,” Prince Song said as he stared intently at the man in front of him.

“After we lose, you will definitely die,” said the man then laughed loosely. And soon foam appeared from his mouth, along with his closed eyes and his collapsed body.

Prince Song let out a long breath seeing that. “They're dead troops,” murmured.

Later ….

“How?“ asked Ailing who had also just finished fighting and immediately stepped towards Prince Song.

“Dead squad, what is it?“ asked Ailing who was curious.

“They will kill themselves after doing the task, no matter win or lose,” beber Prince Song while looking at Ailing who was seen walking casually towards him.

“Ck, cruel,” comments Ailing as he looks at the mouth of the foaming enemy Prince Song.

“Awas!“ prince Song shouted suddenly.

Ailing who was shocked immediately turned around and saw an arrow slid towards him. And ….

“Ishh!“ prince Song's hiss was quite loud because as he pulled Ailing's body, it turned out that the arrow grazed his arm.

“Better we go from here,” Prince Song said.

“Good,” replied Ailing while getting up and then running with Prince Song to leave the place.

They also continued to run through the thickets. Ailing continued to use his sword to make way for them, also slashing the snakes that the wild animals wanted to attack them in that forest. Until they finally arrived at the lake.

“They must have been unable to find us,” said Ailing while sitting his body on the edge of the lake. His legs were completely limp from just running for some kilometers away.

“Yes, they must be gone. They won't dare to come here,” replied Prince Song who was currently sitting at some distance behind Ailing.

Soon Ailing was reminded of Prince Song's wounds. He then turned around and saw Prince Song's pale face. “What's up? What's a lot of bleeding?“ her now-returned tananya stood up and ran small towards Prince Song.

“Just right from earlier many animals that came to us, it turns out that because of your blood is anyway,” sloroh Ailing while staring at the wound of Prince Song who continues to bleed.

'Basins of brash women, I am injured because of you, ' Inner Prince Song sighed deeply.

“But a wound like this why keep bleeding?“ murmured Ailing while crouching down and then staring at Prince Song's wounds which at the moment was actually not too deep and should have been dry since.

Then Ailing brought his face closer to Prince Song's wound. “Not blackened,” murmured which then sniffed the wound.

Ailing's eyes widened when he smelled another smell from the wound. “This is poison,” he said as he immediately opened two layers of his clothes.

“Poisons?“ Prince Song frowned.

Ailing swiftly used his sword to tear off part of Prince Song's clothing sleeve. “This leech poison. He will keep your wounds bleeding,” replied Ailing while busy tearing his own clothes to clean Prince Song's blood.

“Wait a minute I take water to clean your wounds,“ said Ailing while running back towards the lake.

Meanwhile, there were currently a few people appearing from behind Prince Song. These people immediately knelt down when they were not far from Prince Song.

“Prince, forgive us who terlam—”

“Silent,” cut Prince Song. “Just give me the antidote and go,”.

Jongki immediately frowned. “But Prince—”

“Spread news that I was on vacation,” by Prince Song.

“Comfortable?“ Jongki frowned and then stared at Ailing as his master did.

A moment later Jongki's face suddenly met. 'Comfortable, don't-don't ….