Before Jiang Rao got engaged to him, Rong Ting had already arranged secret guards around her.

He survived the tight surveillance and day-to-day calculations, and never concealed his feelings for her in front of others.

He always knew in his heart that his love was not a good thing. It was bringing her onto thin ice under his feet. If he was not careful, her life would hang by a thread.

Even so he didn't want to let go.

Won't let go.

The secret guard was covered in dust. He was stopped by the imperial guards guarding the city gate and could not break into the palace. He was extremely anxious. When he saw Rong Ting appear under the city wall, he immediately went to meet him. "Madam's carriage was attacked in the suburbs. There were dozens of people on the other side..."

When Rong Ting saw the secret guard's expression, he had already guessed what was going on. While the secret guard was talking, he had already untied the horse's reins and jumped onto the horse with quick movements.

His face was gloomy and he pulled the reins tighter.

The sound of horse hooves seemed to crack the ground as they headed north.

…

Jiang Rao curled up in the carriage, leaning against the wall, counting more than twenty numbers on her fingers, and her heart gradually calmed down.

There was no sound of Mingshao being caught outside.

If you are not caught on the spot, there is a possibility of escape.

Just as she was feeling relieved, there was another noise coming from the back of the carriage. Jiang Rao huddled against the wall of the carriage, hugging her knees. The dagger was pressed behind her body, with half of the blade already pulled out.

The person appearing through the window was Ming Shao.

Ming Shao's face was covered with red tears, and she cried softly, "If the young lady doesn't run away, I, I can't run away alone..."

Jiang Rao had a terrible headache for a moment.

Her original intention was to wait until Mingshao had run far away, then get off the car and try to escape through the nearby field ridge.

However, the color of her skirt today was bright yellow, too bright and eye-catching, so she did not hold out much hope of escaping.

That's why she insisted on letting Mingshao run away first. It's better for one person to run away than for both to fall into the hands of the thieves.

Jiang Rao didn't explain what she was thinking to Ming Shao. She didn't have time. She just looked over with cold eyes and said, "This is an order."

Ming Shao choked up and finally left. Jiang Rao started counting again. In addition to fear, she also felt anger in her heart.

Why did those people who intercepted the carriage come?

If you want to deal with her, or Rong Ting, why can't you use some methods that can be seen openly?

She reached out and untied her hair, then ran her fingers through her hair, ruffling it until it was messier than a mess, and smeared some dust on her face, making her look gray.

She is scared.

People who commit crimes are desperate and are capable of doing anything.

Jiang Rao made herself look disheveled, guessing that Ming Shao must have really run away this time. She slightly pulled open a corner of the car curtain with her fingers and took a look outside through the gap.

There were flashes of swords and sabers outside. Her people were outnumbered by the other side and gradually lost the upper hand.

Jiang Rao's heart sank when she saw this.

She took a deep breath, clutching the dagger and purse, and climbed out through the rear window of the carriage that Ming Shao had just climbed out of.

It's time to escape.

She got out of the carriage, and moved her body back close to the carriage for fear of being discovered. But after taking two steps, her heart suddenly felt as if someone was pinching it and it hurt.

A long sword half her height was placed in front of her, with the back of the sword glowing with a ruthless cold light.

Jiang Rao froze and dared not move.

In front of her was a man wearing a black scarf, looking at her with lustful eyes, "Little girl, where are you going?"

He spat, "If you run away, my money will be gone."

Jiang Rao's voice trembled, "Who sent you?"

Seeing that the other party did not answer, she took the initiative to put out the bait, "If you let me go, I will give you a higher price."

The man wearing a black scarf lowered his head slightly. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Rao.

Although her hair was disheveled, her face still looked like that of a girl, with a pure and childish look, like the most beautiful flower blooming on the treetops in March. In the night, her wet eyes looked over timidly, flirting without her knowing it.

Although she is already married, it's a bit of a pity.

But it is precisely this kind of wife who, even if she is insulted, dare not say anything for the sake of her own reputation, and has no so many scruples when playing.

The person who asked them to do something only told them to take the little beauty to a place where no one knew, but did not say that they could not do anything to her.

The man smiled evilly, raised his finger and put it towards Jiang Rao's cheek, "Since you can give me silver, can you give me something else..."

Jiang Rao put his hands behind his back and remained silent.

She lowered her eyes weakly, with two strands of hair hanging on the sides of her face, and her expression did not seem to be rejecting.

Seeing this makes the man's heart flutter, and he can't wait to try whether the little beauty's face is as soft and sweet as it looks.

Just as his hand was about to touch Jiang Rao's cheek, Jiang Rao raised his foot to step on the long knife, and while the man was off guard, he stabbed the dagger directly into his throat.

Ultimately, she lost due to physical strength. Although her foot stepped on the long knife in the man's hand, causing him to fall backwards, the dagger in her hand did not penetrate the man's throat as she wished. Instead, it just brushed past the man's ear, leaving a bloody mark.

The man noticed Jiang Rao's intention and quickly turned his head to the side, avoiding Jiang Rao's attack on his throat, but was injured on the face instead.

The black scarf on his face fell off, and a bloodstain was oozing out on his left cheek. Feeling the pain on his cheek, his eyes suddenly darkened. He picked up the big knife that had fallen to the ground and held it in his hand again, trying to snatch the dagger from Jiang Rao's hand, "Damn it, you dare to play tricks on me."

Jiang Rao dodged backwards and was tripped by the man's leg. She fell to the ground with her hair disheveled, her fingers tightly clenched around her purse, and her hands and feet cold.

She had thought clearly before that she had to have some ability to protect herself, so she always carried a dagger and drugs with her.

But when she really encountered trouble, Jiang Rao realized that it was not just the drugs she carried with her that could be used.

The attempt to pierce the other person's throat just now had already made her lose half of her strength. Her fingers seemed to be frozen and unable to move. She couldn't even open the purse with her hands. No matter how anxious she was, she used all the strength in her hands to hold the purse. She couldn't open it at all and was so anxious that tears were about to come out.

The man looked at the fearful expression on her face and sneered.

He didn't think the dagger she swung at him just now was very powerful. It only made a small cut on his face. The force was soft and gentle, as if she was just playing a game. She was just a weak little girl, so there was no need to be afraid of her with a dagger in her hand.

"If you know what's best for you, just behave yourself..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell stiffly to the ground, still in the posture in which he was speaking, and was silent for a moment.

Behind him, Rong Ting was holding a long sword, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were filled with hostility.

In his hand he held a sword that was glowing with cold light. The sword and the python pattern on his uniform were both covered with a lot of dust and blood.

Rong Ting looked down at the man lying on the ground, his bloodthirsty desire almost taking over his entire mind.

With one more strike of the sword, he could kill him, as easy as stepping on an ant.

When he raised his eyes slightly, he saw Jiang Rao who had also fallen to the ground, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

"It's all right."

When he spoke, his voice was cold and hoarse. Jiang Rao looked at him and felt like she was dreaming. She didn't dare to blink. When she heard his voice, tears fell from her eyes. His hair was messy, his face was dirty, and his miserable appearance made Rong Ting's heart ache.

He picked her up by the waist and held her head in his arms.

In his arms, she could not hear the sound of swords, nor could she see the scene of swords clashing and blood flowing like a river over there.

As he walked towards the carriage, he gave instructions to the secret guard closest to him.

——Kill the person who just teased Jiang Rao.