Su Yan threw away the spear and shield in her hands and drew a dagger from her waist.
She quickly ran in that direction.
Her speed was exceedingly fast, without the slightest pause.
The black-clothed men coming to intercept her did not expect her speed to remain unimpaired in the midst of their attack.
In the blink of an eye, she had jumped into the carriage.
The black-clothed expert was in shock and fear.
"Prince, be careful!!"
"Prince!!"
As the words fell, the curtain was lifted.
Inside, a man, in luxurious attire exuding nobility, sat in the carriage.
Behind the man, an ordinary soldier held a dagger, the blade pressed against his neck.
The knife had already pierced the skin.
Blood flowed down along the blade.
Su Yan spoke,
"Sound the horn, retreat the troops."
Her voice was calm.
Without even glancing at the person she had captured, her gaze remained on the black-clothed men outside the curtain.
