Chen Jie quietly took a step back, reaching a spot not far away.
Zhao Ya stepped forward in front of Lord Wuxiang. With a glance at Zhao Ya, Lord Wuxiang said, "Commandery Princess, I've fallen into your hands today. I have nothing to say. Just give me a swift death."
Zhao Ya responded, "Master, you're my elder. I have no right to deal with you."
"Then what? Are you going to leave me here like this?"
"If I don't return soon, I'm afraid the army will revolt, making it even harder to control the situation."
Lord Wuxiang spoke those words, to which Zhao Ya replied, "Wait, someone will come to deal with you in a moment."
Lord Wuxiang closed his eyes after glancing at Zhao Ya, saying, "Fine. I'll wait for the Young Prince."
Indeed, Lord Wuxiang thought Zhao Ya meant the person who would deal with him was the Young Prince, Wang Baobao. At this moment, he could only stand there.
