Liu Ning turned around and saw a group of soldiers drawing their bows and nocking arrows at her.

Her expression changed instantly, and she quickly lightly touched the ground with her toes to continue her escape, as arrows shot towards her from behind.

She let out a muffled groan. It turned out that even with her serious injuries, she couldn't completely avoid the dense rain of arrows. An arrow had already struck her shoulder.

Although she could still kill that small squad of soldiers, she dared not linger. She knew very well that once she was entangled, with a constant stream of soldiers arriving, she would have no chance to escape.

She recognized the soldiers' uniforms as belonging to the garrison stationed outside the capital, but she didn't know how many of the six schools in the capital had participated in the rebellion.

Weaving through the streets and alleys, we would often just shake off our pursuers only to run into another group.

So much so that she felt a sense of bewilderment. The capital city was usually so big, but now she didn't know where she could find a place to stay.

She had originally intended to run towards the academy, where Zuan was the chief priest, and the academy's teachers were always neutral and certainly had not participated in this rebellion.

But she soon realized that if she could think of this, how could the enemy not? The road to the academy must have been swarming with ambushes, waiting for her to walk right into their trap.

As for the Regent's Palace, now that Zu'an is gone, it has nothing to rely on and is also a key target for surveillance.

...

One place after another appeared in her mind, but she rejected them one after another. When she was almost in despair, a thought suddenly struck her: that place should be safe.

With a determined effort, he headed off in a certain direction.

Meanwhile, in the Sang family mansion, Sang Qian was holding her crying daughter and trying to soothe her, while watching with a solemn expression as fires broke out all over the capital.

"Father, what exactly happened?"

Sang Hong also looked grave: "With such a grand display, the capital is probably about to change. Keep the doors and windows closed and do not go out tonight, lest you get involved."

Several maids trembled and hurriedly ran to check the doors and windows.

Sang Qian looked worried: "No wonder there have been so many unfamiliar faces in the capital lately. I just don't know which side is causing trouble. But now that Azu is in charge of the court, could these rebellions be aimed at him?"

"We'll know the outcome first thing tomorrow morning. Everyone stay up all night and be on guard," Sang Hong said in a deep voice. The women all nodded in agreement; who could sleep under these circumstances?

Seeing Sang Qian's distressed face, Zheng Dan took Sisi from her arms: "Don't worry, Qianqian. Even if these people are after Azu, it doesn't matter if their rebellion succeeds. Azu is so powerful. As long as he comes back, these underhanded tricks will naturally vanish in the face of absolute power."

“But there has been no news of Azu since he went to the sealed land of the demon race. I’m worried that something might have happened to him.” Sang Qian became even more worried when she mentioned this.

A gentle smile appeared on Zheng Dan's face: "That guy is very cunning, and now he has such powerful cultivation. He's the one who puts others in danger, so how could he be in danger himself? He will definitely come back safely."

Sang Qian was about to say something more when suddenly a thud came from the backyard, as if something heavy had fallen.

The group's expressions changed, and they hurriedly ran to the backyard.

Upon arriving in the backyard, by the light of the moon, I saw a woman with a graceful figure lying in a pool of blood.