Before getting into the car, Pan Wenjun looked around through the beaded curtain. She didn't see any familiar faces in the huge wedding procession. Her father wasn't there, her brother Sun wasn't there, and Shuwan wasn't there either.

Unaware of their plan to kidnap her, she boarded the luxurious carriage with a sense of despair and calm.

The wedding procession sent by Daye consisted of over a thousand people, with four hundred guards accompanying Awuge. The nearly two thousand-strong procession escorted the princess's carriage out of the palace and headed north.

She had no idea that the person leading the long queue was the one she had been longing for.

As the caravan passed through the North Gate and reached Yandang Mountain, Awuge, riding at the head of the procession, instructed his trusted confidant behind him: "Tell everyone to be vigilant; this road is not safe."

The hideout of the bandits who had a grudge against the Pan family was right here, and he had also driven them away on this road last time, so he was extremely vigilant about this place.

Upon hearing this, Sun Xingjian couldn't help but sneer: "Isn't the Crown Prince being a bit too nervous? Can't a force of two thousand men really defeat a bunch of bandits from Yandang Mountain?"

Awuge chuckled along, his head still turned, but he glanced sideways at Sun Xingjian with a hint of disdain: "I'm afraid these two thousand men aren't of one mind. What if some of them collude with the bandits from the inside?"

Sun Xingjian frowned, sensing the hidden meaning in those words; clearly, Awuge had always suspected them.

Just as the two were exchanging barbs, the sound of rolling stones came from both sides, and then someone shouted: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"