The grain carts stretched for ten li, with robust horses galloping quickly. The torches resembled a fire dragon, and the battle between the enemy and us in the night grew increasingly intense.
The sound of blades cutting through bones no longer evoked any fear. Yan Junchu followed behind Su Xinyi, occasionally shooting a cold arrow to help. At first, Su Xinyi was surprised, but as the fight went on, their cooperation became seamless.
Su Xinyi observed that the Crown Prince might be weak, but his angle and accuracy for shooting the cold arrows was remarkable. With the Crown Prince's assistance, she fought even more fiercely. Her waist knife was already fearsome, and at this moment, she was filled with a murderous aura. The usually fearless Tartars couldn't help but feel a tinge of fear when facing Su Xinyi's blade and turned to run.
Pang Lan: ...
Now he understood the expression on Yang Jin's face when mentioning Miss Suliu.
