Seeing that the assassins were coming from both directions and that Ji Fengyao was temporarily out of danger, Ji Fengming felt relieved and threw himself into the battle, fighting his way back to meet his father and the brothers from the Vulture Stronghold.

Ji Fengyao was awakened by the loud noise and shock. She groggily got up from the chaise lounge and heard the continuous sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground and a dense rain of arrows outside. She was a little confused and looked up at Shang Xiye, whose face was gloomy, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Shang Xiye gave her a strange look. It was amazing she could still remain so oblivious at a time like this. So, it seemed the intelligence report—that she was extremely enthusiastic about fighting and would scream with excitement at the mere mention of weapons—was also false?

Instead of getting a reply from Shang Xiye, Ji Fengyao received a look from him that seemed to say, "Are you an idiot?" So she had no choice but to climb to the car window and look out herself.

Outside, in the narrow, deep valley, a large number of logs, boulders, and arrows fell from the sky.

The magpies and the soldiers and attendants of the wedding procession were holding up black iron umbrellas to avoid the deadly falling objects. Deafening shouts of battle and the sounds of close combat between the enemy and our own forces came from both the front and the back of the deep valley.

This is clearly an ambush; we've been surrounded and trapped.

Ji Fengyao was somewhat surprised and turned to look at Shang Xiye. "Your Highness, even if you are not happy with this marriage, you don't have to deliberately lead our Vulture Village people into someone else's ambush, do you?"

"How do you know?" Shang Xiye raised an eyebrow in surprise, realizing that she had seen through him at a glance.

Seeing that Xique could handle the situation with ease, Ji Fengyao assumed that her father and elder brother would also be fine, and felt somewhat relieved. She sneered, "If the God of War of the Great Zhao Kingdom were so easily ambushed, he would have died eight hundred times over."

“I didn’t believe a word you said last night; but now, I’m starting to believe it,” Shang Xiye said calmly.

"What?" Ji Fengyao asked in confusion.

"Marrying you might have some benefits for me," Shang Xiye said, picking up the teapot and filling it with tea.

Ji Fengyao was thinking, "I drank the tea from that teapot, so he doesn't mind?"

Suddenly, he raised his hand and splashed the tea in the cup out of the carriage curtain. The force of the splash blew the curtain open, and several arrows shot towards the carriage. Just as the arrows were about to pierce the carriage, the tea in the cup, like a streak of emerald green, knocked them all away. The tea and arrows landed outside the carriage, and the curtain remained intact.

Impressive skills!

Ji Fengyao was slightly surprised, not expecting him to still have such fighting power despite being so injured.

But as a doctor, she still felt it necessary to remind her patient: "I just sealed the toxins for you. It's best if you don't use your internal energy for three months, otherwise..."

The moment she uttered the word "otherwise," a sharp sword suddenly pierced through the window behind her.

Feeling the breeze stirred up by the curtains being drawn back, Ji Fengyao instinctively dodged to the side. The sword's edge grazed her earlobe, taking away a piece of skin and a strand of hair. The burning pain completely dispelled her remaining confusion.

The attacker outside missed his first strike, and the sword veered off course, sweeping horizontally toward her head.

Although Ji Fengyao knew some movement techniques, she had just arrived and had no time to practice. At this moment, she relied entirely on instinct and experience to clumsily dodge.

The people outside clearly intended to take her life, and they were ruthless, leaving her no time to escape!

Seeing the enemy's sword wind already sweeping towards Ji Fengyao's temple, Shang Xiye's heart tightened, and he flew over, scooping her up and tumbling off the chaise longue. The sharp tip of the sword grazed his back, drawing a thin line of blood.