Duan Mingfeng crossed his arms, a Soft Sword still wrapped around his waist, and retreated to a spot about ten feet away from them.
With an expert like him around, Ji Qingwu felt much more at ease.
She spoke, "Your Highness, Jiu Jiu and Lan Zhi have already returned to the Ji Mansion. It's getting late now, so I'll be heading back."
Prince Yong frowned, wanting to stop her. "I will escort you back."
Ji Qingwu was prepared. The moment he reached out, she ducked under his arm, as nimble as a rabbit.
"No, no, I couldn't possibly trouble Your Highness. My home isn't far from here. I can get back on my own." She spoke while quickly backing away.
By the time she finished speaking, she was already about thirty feet away.
Prince Yong shot several glares at Duan Mingfeng. If he hadn't been in the way, how could Ji Qingwu have escaped so easily?
On the way home, Ji Qingwu kept feeling like someone was watching her from the shadows.
