"Your Highness, let's go." He didn't care about anything else, pulled on Prince Yong's reins, flicked the whip, and Prince Yong's horse galloped forward.
Meanwhile, Mo Qin and his men had already mounted their horses, protecting Prince Yong in the middle, and headed straight for the capital.
As for the old man, Mo Qin did not take him away. With a casual twist, he sent him to the Western Paradise.
Wuying seemed to be injured, her face was pale, and the black cloth covering her face was nowhere to be seen. After Prince Yong left, she led dozens of men in black to block the official road. Before long, a large number of soldiers holding bows and arrows appeared, densely packed, covering the mountains and fields.
Looking around, there were at least tens of thousands of people! A force of tens of thousands, hidden so well that she only discovered it after she was injured!
Who could have hidden so many soldiers in the Chu region, and hidden them so well?
"Boss, we can't stop them," a man in black said coldly.
Wuying spat, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and his aura of malevolence seemed to materialize. "Even if we can't stop him, we must stop him. We should try to buy as much time as possible for the prince."
"These aren't the Prince of Yan's soldiers," someone suddenly said, uttering a chilling statement that sent shivers down everyone's spines.
The appearance of enemy troops in the Prince of Yan's fiefdom—are they plotting a rebellion? And how could they be so well hidden?
No one would answer their questions, nor did they need anyone to answer them, because the soldiers in front had stopped.
They formed a formation and drew their bows to their fullest extent.
Behind the soldiers stood a junior officer, who coldly stared at Wuying and the others, his face extremely grim. "Fire!"
At his command, countless arrows shot out, densely packed like raindrops, leaving no room for escape.
Wuying removed the cloak from his back and swept it, blocking most of the arrows, but there were still more to come.
Prince Yong gripped the reins tightly and asked Mo Qin beside him, "Will they come back alive?"
Mo Qin fell silent, filled with self-reproach. Wu Ying and the others had no horses, were injured, and were clearly ambushed. It would be difficult for them to survive.
However, to Mo Qin's surprise, they traveled for several nights without incident. So, as usual, Prince Yong sent Fu Bo to Luoyang. He couldn't ignore the disaster victims, so he didn't stop him. Fu Bo knew Prince Yong's temperament and knew he would not abandon the disaster victims. Moreover, Prince Jing was clearly trying to win people's hearts. How could he let him win people's hearts alone?
But no sooner had he left than Prince Yong and his men, who were only a few hours away from returning to the capital, were ambushed.
"White camellia?" Prince Yong's gaze fell on the men in black opposite him, each of whom had a white camellia embroidered on their chest.
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