"You arrived just in time!" Nestled in Long Xuanmo's embrace, feeling his trembling, Yang Mengchen couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart, and her eyes gradually moistened.
Looking at the two cuddling together, Yang Chengyou and the others who followed soon after, although concerned about Yang Mengchen, also knew to not disturb them and looked around. They found more than twenty men in black lying on the ground, each killed by a single sword strike, while Wu Wenlan stood beside them, her expression vacant, muttering nonstop.
"It was I who dispatched my assassins to abduct Princess Chen, and also arranged for beggars to tarnish her, so once Princess Chen would be a fallen flower and a willow of defeat, Prince Chen would be mine..."
The crowd seethed with rage. Had it not been for Wu Wenlan's status as the Princess of Beiyue, they would have torn this poisonous woman with the heart of a snake to shreds right then and there.
