Li Xueyue took a daring step backwards, her eyes wide with unsaid emotions. Whether she was frightened or simply surprised, no one could tell.
"Miss Li, you mustn't burden your family like this." The Eunuch bowed to the ground until his forehead hovered a hair's breadth away from the dirt.
One of the soldiers slowly said to Li Wenmin, "We apologize for our crude methods, but under the strict orders of the Emperor, we will have to escort Miss Li to His Benevolent Grace. If the Young Miss is unwilling, we'll be forced to be unkind to the lady."
Those were the Emperor's personal guards, the cream of the crop. Soldiers trained since birth; they were stealthy, powerful, and unstoppable. In this world, they only obeyed the command of two people.
When no one moved or responded, the soldiers bowed their heads. The leader of the group, a masked man, roughly pushed past Duke Li Shenyang and firmly reached over Duchess Wang Qixing. His hand tightly gripped Li Xueyue's wrist.
