Ji Fengming nodded, then rode back to the chariot without making a sound.

The group maintained its previous pace, quickly approaching Green Bamboo Snake Valley and entering in single file.

The masked men in tight-fitting clothes, who were lying in ambush at the entrance of the valley, nervously watched the group below.

Leading the procession was a tall, slender woman, also dressed in black and her face veiled. Upon seeing the jeweled wedding carriage in the procession, a cold glint flashed in her long, beautiful eyes, her expression complex.

Everyone says that the Ninth Prince is invincible and a master strategist, but now that he has entered this valley, he will have no way to escape!

At this moment, another black-clad maid of similar build approached lightly and whispered in her ear, "Master, the scouts ahead have returned. The Ninth Prince and that female bandit are both inside the carriage."

"What did you say?" The woman in black stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

The maid naturally understood why her mistress was so shocked, and lowered her head to repeat herself: "The Ninth Prince was indeed in the carriage with that female bandit, and... and..."

"Speak!" The woman in black's tone was clearly filled with immense anger, her beautiful eyes gleaming with venom.

"Moreover, I heard that the Ninth Prince and that woman have already consummated their marriage," the maid said, shrinking back slightly.

The woman in black was furious. She stood up and kicked the maid away in anger, raising her sword and roaring, "Kill! Kill them all! Capture the Ninth Prince alive! Leave no one alive!"

No woman had ever had the honor of stepping into Shang Xiye's carriage. Although he had numerous concubines, he had never truly favored any of them. Yet, this female bandit had beaten him to both. What was a mere mountain bandit compared to her!

The large group of men in black who had been hiding on the cliff top suddenly stood up and pushed the logs and boulders that had been prepared beforehand down the cliff.

A large number of archers followed closely behind, and heavy arrows rained down like a storm.

In an instant, shouts of battle filled the air.

At the two ends of the valley below, a large number of assassins dressed in black emerged upon hearing the commotion, flanking from both sides. They wore black veils, rattan armor, and the blades of their large swords gleamed with a ghostly blue light, clearly coated with potent poison.

Upon seeing these well-equipped assassins, the soldiers in the wedding procession were somewhat bewildered; these were clearly someone's household guards.

"Your Highness!" Wuying called out again in a deep voice as the logs and boulders fell from the cliff top.

This level of attack power exceeded their expectations.

Shang Xiye put the book in his hand into the drawer of the small square table, his voice decisive and cold: "Distribute the Iron Umbrellas, capture the kingpin to capture the thief."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a huge boulder struck the roof of the car.

With a loud bang, the carriage shook violently. The fine horse pulling the carriage neighed and, before it could even gallop away, was struck by the approaching logs and boulders, instantly collapsing to its death.

Wuying then spoke her second sentence: "Your Highness, please be careful, I will be right back!"

Seeing the boulder crash into the roof of the carriage, Ji Fengming cried out in fright, "Sister!" and was about to rush to her rescue when she discovered that the roof of the carriage had been replaced with a thick layer of iron plates. More than a dozen iron spikes also protruded from under the carriage, driving straight into the ground and firmly fixing the carriage in place.

Even though all the horses pulling the carriage were crushed to death, the carriage itself remained stable and sturdy, completely unaffected.

"Young Master Fengming!"

Xi Que snatched the two iron umbrellas that Wuhen handed over and quickly tossed one to Ji Fengming.

Ji Fengming took the wristband and with a flick of his wrist, an iron umbrella made of thick iron sheet covered his head. The iron umbrella was small and compact, just enough to cover the height of an adult, without affecting his movements at all. He couldn't help but secretly praise, "What a good thing!"