"Who dares to talk nonsense!" With the voice, a man and a horse galloped from the front of the group toward this place.
The journey was chaotic, with people and horses falling over.
The man riding at full gallop appeared to be in his prime, clad in bright red and silver armor, with a burly build, wielding a long sword, and a face full of scars that made him look like a demon from hell. With a single stab, he killed a troublemaker who was unable to dodge in time.
"It's the Xia traitor... Ah!" The person who shouted this was immediately beheaded.
Xia Jingfeng was furious when he saw his daughter being humiliated. He killed three more people who had cursed him, and he was still not satisfied.
Until he heard a soft, delicate voice coming from behind him.
"Father!"
Suddenly, the commotion fell silent again, staring in disbelief at the ugly, fat woman who had stood up from the ground. How could someone with such an appearance have such a beautiful voice?
This call brought Xia Jingfeng back to his senses from his rage. He dismounted and strode to his beloved daughter's side. "Are you alright?"
At this moment, the iron cavalry of Da Wu also rushed in from the direction of the palace and quickly suppressed the rioting people.
Xia Yixin shook her head. She hadn't really bumped her body much, but the egg yolk coating was very uncomfortable.
The man with a face full of scars looked into his daughter's eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes turned into regret and heartache. He sighed and said, "Wan'er, now that things have come to this, your father regrets agreeing to your request. Alas!"
Xia Yixin could see that this father truly cared about his daughter, and she was inevitably moved. She felt that protecting Xia Jingfeng's life was less important than finding a way to ensure the entire Beiwu army could escape unscathed; otherwise, given his personality, he would never let the matter rest.
Xia Jingfeng was heartbroken and immediately killed the four weak-legged eunuchs who carried the sedan chair, replacing them with his own soldiers.
Xia Yixin naturally couldn't change her clothes on the street. The old nanny was afraid of being killed as well, so she found the discarded veil and tremblingly covered her head with it before helping her into the Empress's phoenix sedan chair.
The once grand procession of a hundred people finally entered the palace, albeit in disarray.
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