Under everyone's watchful eyes, Jiang Xuecheng held the injured woman in his arms. His expression was calm, as if Su Wan was as light as a leaf.
The people standing in front of Jiang Xuecheng looked at each other in dismay. They were drumming in their hearts and did not know whether they should make way.
If they did not make way, they would undoubtedly offend this newly promoted emperor.
However, if they gave way, it would seem as if they did not take the high priest seriously…
Jiang Xuecheng did not give these fence-sitters too much time to think. He carried Su Wan and walked forward resolutely, as if there were not many people blocking the path in front of them, but there was a smooth and unobstructed path instead.
A few drops of cold sweat appeared on the foreheads of the onlookers. When Jiang Xuecheng carried Su Wan over, they all felt their breathing become sluggish, and they felt a suffocating pressure.
