Without any hesitation, Yang Xian hoped on the horse's back and rushed through the forest to the north. His eyes were looking forward, making sure that he could pass by the forest. As long as he could get into the forest, he would be safe…
Dzing! Jleb!
"Gah!"
Yang Xian looked at the arrow that was sticking from his back shoulder and looked to the wall. Standing on top of the city's wall was Prince Ji Shu, who was holding a bow and currently docked another arrow to his bow. From this distance, his expression was unclear, but Yang Xian could guess that Prince Ji Shu was sneering.
'So, it's your plan, huh?'
By having Yang Xian stayed in the capital city, there was only two outcomes. No matter whether Yang Xian alive or death, it would serve as a method to weaken or even eliminated Prince Ji Sheng.
