Just as the carriage was about to collide with Zheng Nianru in the blink of an eye, there was a hush over the crowd, everyone was so startled that they even forgot to scream, with the more faint-hearted involuntarily covering their eyes.
And in that instant, Xing Yu had already slapped the body of the horse with one hand, and in the eyes of the onlookers, Xing Yu's move was like a hit from a Tang Dynasty jade disk, the next moment, Zheng Nianru and the other two would be trampled under the hooves and ground into mud.
But at this moment, a miracle occurred—the horse suddenly twisted in mid-air into an exaggerated arc and was flung sideways, while the coachman, clutching the reins, was thrown off by the horse. As the carriage, along with the horses, made a grating noise scraping against the stone pavement, the guards who had run over only saw the carriage, whose windows had been flung out, and everyone present was left gaping at the scene.
