Chapter One, The Modest Gentleman (1)
The collar loosened, the feeling of suffocation dissipated, and he let out a long sigh of relief. When he came to his senses, he realized that the Eighth Prince was no longer there. A scattered soldier beside him patted his shoulder and asked with a smile, "Do you need a brother to lend you a hand?"
Brother, do not be angry, I would like to inquire about something.
In no time, a cavalry unit pursued the direction of the carriage.
The temperature in September had already dropped significantly, yet sweat still soaked her entire body, leaving her drenched. On her pale face, devoid of any color, her features were tightly contorted together. In agony, she clenched her fingers tightly, completely unaware that her cracked lips had been bitten by herself, bleeding profusely.
The child tugged at his collar and kicked him on the knee. The spy's legs went weak, and his body bent slightly. The child then raised his hand and slapped him twice across the face.
Nanguan Hada City, located three to four hundred miles away from Jianzhou Feiala City, is currently undergoing a plunder akin to a hell on earth. Outside the city, arrows rain down like a storm, while inside, flames soar into the sky
Yes, he was not frightened by a child; it was merely that his legs hurt, which caused him to feel weak in the knees
Eight... is, is, is... just now the second brother was chasing, is... the Yehe lady, Lady Buxiyamala...
The remaining infantry were about to scatter into the city to take advantage of the situation and loot valuables, when unexpectedly, a short soldier jumped out from behind. He carried a large redwood bow on his back and wore a golden peach leather scabbard with a treasured waist knife at his side. The waist knife was only about a foot shorter than his height, and as he ran, it often dragged along the ground. Although the short soldier was not tall, his movements were incredibly agile, and he lunged forward to grab the aforementioned spy.
"Noble Lady! Please wake up! Please wake up!"
He angrily shook off that hand and leaped up from the ground
The spy was startled and raised his hand to strike, but beside him, a scattered soldier had already exclaimed: "Eighth Prince!"
"Infantry stay behind, cavalry follow me in pursuit!" The young man decisively commanded
Did you just mention Bu Xiya Malagege, the first beauty of the Jurchen from the Yehe clan?
"Eight... Eight Brother." He was clearly just a seven-year-old child, yet in the face of his imposing presence, the spy's legs turned to jelly. He fell to the ground without a moment's thought, attributing everything to the kick he had just received on his knee.
"Speak!" With a clang, the waist knife unexpectedly slipped from its sheath, the bright and cold blade pressing against his throat.
A jolting cart burst through the chaotic crowd, careening left and right as it sped away from the city amidst a cacophony of screams
It should be like this
Less and less - the figure in the picture - as the gaze swept across the remnants of the wall and broken courtyard, a spy had already jumped out from among the ruins, whispering softly and pointing in the direction where the carriage had just departed
The doors and windows are tightly shut, and a stench of blood permeates the murky air. She lies on the bed, powerless to struggle, her pair of unfocused eyes reflecting a sense of impending death.
The Grand Lady
In the ear, faintly, as if coming from the distant horizon, there are many, many voices, repeating again and again, three words.
Upon closer inspection, one realizes that the little soldier is actually a child of merely seven or eight years old. When the features of that face become clear, it is truly startling.
Hmph
Is this ... ... calling her
As the carriage passed by, just after a cup of tea, a group of formidable warriors galloped towards them. At the forefront was a young man, around sixteen or seventeen years old, clad in armor, wielding a longbow, and displaying an expression of urgency.
The Grand Lady
"Where has my second brother gone?" The child's innocent face was now extremely fierce, "The carriage you just mentioned... is it my cousin's?"