"So, we can go now, right?" Hearing the scar-faced man's words, Wanyan Baozhu and Mu Yudie eagerly asked.
"Someone, bring horses for Princess Baozhu and Miss Yu Die!" The scar-faced man waved his hand, and immediately two horses were led over, and the reins thrown to Wanyan Baozhu and Mu Yudie, "Both of you, remember your promise! Be back here in three days with ten thousand gold pieces, or the life of Princess Zhaoyang will not be guaranteed!"
"Yes! We know, we know!" Wanyan Baozhu and Mu Yudie mounted their horses, smiles of cold disdain on their lips. They had been longing for Murong Qiqi's death, why would they ransom her!
Murong Qiqi, go to hell! Wanyan Baozhu shot Murong Qiqi one final vicious glance before whipping her horse forward towards Yongzhou City.
Wanyan Baozhu and Mu Yudie spurred their horses into a gallop, not daring to look back, anxious that the scar-faced man might change his mind and chase them down.
