"Mountain bandits? Abducted the Lan King's legitimate grandson?"
Zhu Yu listened as if hearing some tale from an Arabian Nights or a bizarre joke. However, thinking back to how Lu Qing had just lifted the curtain to look outside, she somewhat guessed the situation and suppressed the confusion that had just surged in her heart: "Isn't the Heir of Prince Lan skilled in horse riding and archery, a master of both literature and martial arts? How could he inexplicably fall from a horse and then be trampled to death by its hooves?"
"This matter is not fully known; what reaches our ears is merely this outcome," Lu Qing said calmly, though his expression carried a hint of irony.
"And what about the others?"
