The man prepared to meet her attack, but when he heard the voice, he rapidly retreated and landed on a large tree behind them.
Ye Qianning's lunge met only air. Looking up, she saw a dark figure land on a nearby tree trunk, and her eyes instantly grew cold.
Even in the dark of night, she recognized him at a glance—Xiliu Yuan, the Crown Prince of Xi Yan!
"Miss Xiang, what impressive skills," Xiliu Yuan said coolly.
A murderous aura emanated from Ye Qianning as she stared at him coldly. "Did you take the Eighth Prince?"
Xi Yan's diplomatic envoy should have been well on its way out of Beili by now, yet the spies she had assigned to watch them never reported Xiliu Yuan's departure.
"No," Xiliu Yuan replied.
"If not Xi Yan, then it must be East Shu. I never thought Xi Yan would cooperate with them. What did they promise you?" Ye Qianning was now certain.
'If the Crown Prince of Xi Yan is here, then East Shu must be involved.'
'One brilliant escape artist after another!'
