Zhao Yuanlang seemed to have thought of something, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became.
"Let's go! We must act quickly; if Zhao Jiong catches up, it won't be good!"
"Let's go!"
By now, there were very few people left alive. They quickly formed a line and continued on.
Di Yelei looked back and counted a total of eleven people, including himself, His Majesty, and Eunuch Xiao. All of them, except for Eunuch Xiao, had injuries.
Eleven people; if they were to be pursued and killed by Zhao Jiong's men again...
"Prince Consort, where are we going next?"
Zhao Yuanlang walked up to Di Yelei. Perhaps because he had been carried by others the whole time, he seemed more energized at the moment.
