Yan Ying's face showed reluctance. With him gone, who would protect the lady?
Daohua noticed his hesitation and hurriedly said, "I'll have Bi Shi drive the carriage along Dhamar Street. We won't be too far from you."
Only then did Yan Ying nod his head.
At the same time, in an alley several blocks from the Hongyan Restaurant, Dong Yuanyao, with hands covered in blood, bit her wrist and hid in a pile of rubbish, tensely and cautiously watching through the crevices as a Protector from the Duke Residence passed by.
Once the alley was quiet again, the tension in her heart eased slightly. Thinking about the sword that had pierced through Luo Hongyuan's chest, tears of panic and relief streamed down Dong Yuanyao's reddened eyes.
She haphazardly wiped the tears on her face and straightened her torn clothes before carefully stepping out from beside the rubbish and quickly walking toward the mouth of the alley.
