"Lady!" The civillions on the road dispersed in fear as a horse galloped forth. Covered in fresh blood, one could no longer tell Ah Jing's clothes' original color.
"The prince is retreating from the Zi Jin Gates, heading towards the West gates. Follow me, with haste!"
Quitely, Chu Qiao nodded. Throwing aside her problems, she trailed behind Ah Jing.
Heartrending cries could be heard along the entire street. Turning around Zi Wei Square, one could see the Iron Eagle war flag of Yan Bei fluttering in the night sky that was a tinge of crimson. Countless soldiers stood on the street in from of the Zi Wei Square, with their glistening blades drawn and ready to strike. A man in black robes rode on a horse proudly, with his gaze fixed to the front. His face was a pristine white and his eyes exuded confidence. Handsome and elegant, he was like a drawn blade, beautiful yet emitting an overwhelming murderous intent.
