Bandits?
He did not believe they were bandits.
Ping Chuan's temples throbbed, his mind racing through various possibilities.
He instinctively touched the sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Mr. Ping," the scar-faced man swallowed, his voice trembling slightly, "this is the noble Prince, do you think it might be..."
"Silence!" Ping Chuan interrupted sharply, his gaze as sharp as a knife, "Matters concerning the royal family are not for you and me to speculate upon lightly."
He glanced around, the woods on either side of the official road rustling in the wind, shadows shifting as if hiding deadly intent.
"This place is not safe for long, mount up quickly! We must return and report to the Prince."
The others dared not speak further, hastily mounting their horses.
Ping Chuan took one last look at King Liangzhou's body, gritted his teeth, and clamped his legs tight around the horse.
"Hyah!"
