Qiuyue drove the carriage at a rapid speed, her face calm, which was in stark contrast to the dust and the bumpy road.
Qiuyue held her breath and concentrated, finding that there were only four or five pursuers behind her, nothing more than that.
She had already driven several miles and could vaguely see a village ahead. Qiuyue knew that the Qiao family's hidden troops were scattered in the villages surrounding the capital. If they didn't send a signal now, when would they?
Qiuyue released the reins, tapped her foot lightly, and leaped into the air, gracefully perched atop the carriage. She pulled a flare from her waist, lit it, and held it high. A bright yellow light rose, blooming a hundred meters high, the sound loud enough to reach the hidden soldiers.
The four men behind her saw her light the flare, their murderous intent intensifying, their desire to finish her off as quickly as possible. They quickened their pace, exchanged glances, and two of them grabbed one man's arm, leveraging his strength to throw him toward the carriage.
The man leaped into the air, holding a blade in his hand, pointing it straight at Qiuyue's heart, determined to kill Qiuyue.
But they all underestimated Qiuyue's strength.
Or rather, Qiuyue hid herself so well that no one in the capital city doubted her identity for two years.
As the blade thrust forward, Qiuyue dodged slightly, her right hand quietly resting on the soft sword at her waist. Seeing that the man had missed, he swung his sword to strike her, but Qiuyue dodged it, her clothes fluttering and the sword flashing. By the time the man recovered, Qiuyue's soft sword had already pierced his heart, killing him instantly.
Qiuyue had done this countless times, but she remained calm as she kicked the corpse away. Her hands casually swung their swords in a flower pattern, shaking off the bloodstains on the blade.
She stood proudly on the roof, sword in hand, her expression unusually indifferent. She looked at the remaining three people as if they were a group of dead bodies, a stark contrast to her usual aura.
Their movements were so fast that before the remaining three could react, they saw their companion being kicked off the roof of the car, raising a cloud of dust.
One of them had heard rumors about Han Bailu and quickly guessed her identity. He knew they were no match for her and quickly raised his hand to stop her: "No! She's Han Bailu!"
"What's white or not?"
"Shut up! She was the number one killer in the world back then!"
Despite their shock, Qiuyue's murderous intent was already stirring. When she looked up again, a cold light flashed in her eyes. She used her footwork to gain momentum, stepped over the roof, and flew towards them, sword in hand.
With the flash of swords and sabers, in a moment, the three men all fell under the swords.
Qiuyue looked back and vaguely saw someone coming over in the distance after hearing the news.
Between waiting for reinforcements to arrive and rescuing them now, Qiuyue chose the latter without hesitation. Just in case, she left a mark on her way back to lure the reinforcements.
Qiuyue hurried back to the forest entrance where they had parted, but it was deserted. Without stopping, she followed the tracks left by the pursuers, heading deeper into the forest, carefully searching for any trace of them.
Fleeing separately was just a temporary measure to buy time. Qiuyue would have a hard time resisting this group of people alone, and it was inevitable that she would not be able to provide adequate protection, so she suggested that they flee separately. The forest here was large and deep, enough to delay until she could rush back to rescue them.
But she never expected that in this critical moment, the most difficult thing is the human heart.
As she went up, the first thing she found was the scattered body parts at the entrance of the bamboo forest.
Qiuyue investigated carefully and found that two of these people were killed by Chunhua's hairpin sword; the rest were killed by the thin wire trap set at the entrance of the bamboo forest. She saw at a glance that the thin wire was a hidden weapon she made for Xia He.
Seeing that most of these people had died, Qiuyue finally let go of her worries about them.
Most of the people in this group were killed, and Chunhua and Xiahe probably escaped.
Qiuyue retrieved Xiahe's beads, intending to return them later. She continued upwards and encountered Cuiliu and Dongmei. They hadn't been running into the woods for long when they took advantage of the opportunity to hide in a large tree, evading their pursuers.
Seeing that no one was chasing them, they were worried about Qiao Si, so they went into the forest to look for him, and happened to meet Qiuyue who came looking for him.
After the three of them discussed it, they went up together to find the princess and the others, so that even if they encountered enemy soldiers, they could resist together.
As they went up the mountain, the terrain became a bit rugged and covered with bushes. It was at this time that they found Qiao Si and Jing Zhu. At that time, Jing Zhu was helping Qiao Si down the mountain. Qiao Si had a pale face and looked seriously injured.
"Princess! Princess! Sister Jingzhu!"
"Princess! What's wrong with you?"
Dongmei took Qiao Si, her face anxious. Jingzhu worriedly explained their experience again, and then said, "I'm afraid the knife is poisoned. The princess's condition is getting worse."
"What are we waiting for? Come! Help me lift the princess onto my back, I will carry her down. Let's go down quickly, and you go find Chunhua and Xiahe." After Dongmei carried Qiao Si on her back with the help of Cuiliu and Jingzhu, she looked at Qiuyue and Jingzhu and gave them instructions.
Jingzhu looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, as if she was struggling with something.
"Sister Jingzhu, what's wrong with you? Did something happen to them?" Qiuyue keenly noticed her strangeness, and suddenly an ominous premonition arose in her heart. She questioned Jingzhu loudly with sharp words.
"Qiuyue! What are you doing? The princess and Sister Jingzhu are all injured, why are you still angry at Sister Jingzhu? I know you are anxious, but it's useless to be anxious, just calm down." Cuiliu was a little anxious. She was concerned about Qiao Si's injury and wanted to take her downstairs for treatment, so she was a little rude to Qiuyue.
Dongmei frowned slightly. She also noticed Jingzhu's difference and said in a cold tone, "Sister Jingzhu, what happened to you two? If you know the whereabouts of Chunhua and Xiahe, tell us as soon as possible. Time is life!"
Jingzhu didn't say anything, the belated guilt made her unable to express it.
Amidst the silence, Qiao Si spoke, "After we were attacked, we hid on a hillside. Chunhua and Xiahe led the pursuers away to protect me. They headed deep into the mountains, and the pursuers... also caught up with them."
Everyone present understood what Qiao Si had not yet expressed.
Qiuyue thought about it for a moment and understood the twists and turns. Chunhua and the others had already escaped, so why did they help Qiao Si divert the pursuers instead of doing as she had said before, banding together to resist the pursuers and wait for her to arrive with reinforcements?
Thinking back to Jingzhu's expression just now, there is nothing left to understand!
But at the moment they were in danger, Qiuyue didn't bother to blame Jingzhu. Her voice turned several degrees colder and she said without any emotion: "Dongmei, you take the princess back first, I will go find them."
Before she finished speaking, she had already stepped on the leaves and left.
But when she arrived, she saw the group of people gathered on the cliff and preparing to leave.
My heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.
Qiuyue was like an emotionless killing machine, just blindly swinging and stabbing with the sword, as if only in this way could she survive.
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