Ping'er was following not far behind, her face alert. Before coming, she had cautioned her young mistress to not take this route, but her advice fell on deaf ears. Her young mistress insisted on the less trodden path as she thought it would bring her closer to Mr. Ma.
In these confusing alleyways, one could never know, there could be robbers lurking. After all, it was in such a place that Jiaojiao's leg had been broken by thieves.
That was the greatest injustice Jiaojiao had ever faced in her life, and it had driven Crown Prince Yan to mount a vengeful killing spree.
None of the thieves who had dared hurt Jiaojiao lived to tell the tale.
Just as she was reminiscing, a sudden scream echoed from the front. She looked up to see several burly men blocking the path! One of them had grabbed Mr. Ma by the collar, while her young mistress, petrified, clung to Mr. Ma's hand.
