"Why do you think I came? A young, unmarried woman like you, so recklessly running off to the capital, aren't you afraid of encountering bandits and outlaws on the way?" Su Xuerong felt a huge weight lifted from her heart. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears, speaking softly, "Do you know how dangerous the journey is?"
"Do you think you're some kind of immortal being? Afraid of nothing? What if you get kidnapped and made a bandit's wife?"
Her voice at that moment flowed like a clear spring, gently touching everyone's heart and making them feel a tingling sensation.
Ming Shu suddenly noticed that all the men around him were staring intently at the woman in front of him. He coughed lightly and said, "Miss, my men accidentally injured your horse just now. How do you plan to compensate me?"
He blushed inexplicably as he spoke, but he didn't see the sudden chill in his master's eyes beneath the veil.
The man's gaze lingered on Su Xuerong's womanly hairstyle for a moment, a strange, dark light flashing in his eyes.
Su Xuerong looked up at Ming Shu and then noticed the group of people in front of her.
Ming Shu and five or six other men, all dressed in black Hu-style clothing, dismounted and surrounded the area.
She looked at Akira with suspicion: "Why did you hurt my sister's horse?"
Ming Shu scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "There were too many willow catkins just now, and I accidentally got some in my eyes when I rode over, so I crashed into this place. I was willing to pay this young lady a hundred taels of silver as compensation, but I didn't expect her to insist on taking my horse, and even said that her father was coming and I should run away quickly..."
"Shut up!" Lin Jinyu immediately yelled at Ming Shu, "Mind your own business!"
Ming Shu felt wronged and was about to retort when he heard his master's cold voice: "Ming Shu, give your horse to this young lady!"
Ming Shu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at his master in disbelief.
His horse was a prized horse from the Western Regions, bought by his master at great expense. How could it be the same as this ordinary old horse from the countryside?
Su Xuerong then looked at the only man among them who hadn't dismounted.
The man was tall and slender, always seated on a sturdy blue horse. He wore a black robe with a qilin pattern, and a long sword with a gold sheath hung from his black leather belt. His boots were embroidered with dark gold patterns. His face was deeply hidden under his veil, and only his deep, abyss-like eyes resembled those of a wolf in the dark night, giving her a chilling feeling.
Su Xuerong frowned slightly; the longsword with a golden sheath at his waist was a rare sight among ordinary people.
When Xiao Yuan saw that she was looking at him with a wary expression, and her face became even more tense, he suddenly regretted it.
He regretted hiding his true self from her when they first met.
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