Chu Yu had an intense reaction, but to her surprise, He Jue's reaction was even more extreme.
As Chu Yu swung her palm out in a strike, a response driven by her instinctive reflexes as a woman, quick as lightning, He Jue moved away even faster. He let go as if struck by lightning and, in a flash, retreated to a spot beyond her reach, his back pressing against the carriage wall.
Swinging at empty air, the anger and humiliation in Chu Yu's heart slowly surfaced. Since arriving here under the identity of a princess, aside from that time Rong Zhi had doubted her identity, no one had dared to strip off her clothes.
Chu Yu looked down and, to her astonishment, discovered the damage to her clothes wasn't as bad as she had thought. Having heard that long tearing sound, she had assumed a large tear had formed. In fact, it was just a small part of her neckline and one shoulder exposed—she might as well have worn an off-the-shoulder dress.
