"Assassins, to my side! Protect the Emperor!"
Li Shengan was so frightened his voice cracked, its timbre high and strained, like a desperately struggling drake. This drew a deeply dissatisfied glance from Zhao Junyao.
The Hidden Guards around them and the nearby patrolling Imperial Forest Army swarmed over in an instant.
Zhao Junyao squinted towards the direction from which the arrow had come and commanded coldly, "Go after them! Bring that person to me at all costs!"
"Yes!"
Xia Tingfeng and his men took off like a gust of wind, their speed like lightning.
Were it not for Shih Jieyu collapsed on the ground—a stark reminder of what had just transpired—everyone might have dismissed it as an illusion.
"Mistress! Mistress, what's happened to you?" Zhaoer, terrified, knelt and desperately pressed her hands to Shih Jieyu's chest, trying to stanch the ceaseless flow of blood. "Mistress, don't scare me!"
