Hu Qianning

As the story split to another thread, Chen Xiaojun was sitting in the carriage, deep in thought, when he suddenly heard a burst of commotion outside. Immediately after, a ripple of battle swept over.

Cheng Yun's heart tightened. She sprang nimbly out of the carriage, her brows locked, and shouted, "Changyun, what's going on?"

There was vigilance in her voice. Ever since Ling Yunxiao had gone to Heavenly Wolf County, Zhu Yanfeng had lightly injured his meridians, and Chen Hua could not possibly serve as an attendant, the duty of guarding them had fallen to her, Zhu Hefeng, and Xia Ying.

Zhu Hefeng was swamped with affairs and could not split himself in two, so he had sent Zhu Changyun to accompany them. And since Xia Ying was not good at direct combat, the heavy responsibility of guarding them naturally landed on Cheng Yun's shoulders.

Thinking of the lesson from the assassination attempt three years ago, as well as Chen Xiaojun's special luck that so easily "invited disaster," Cheng Yun's nerves could not help tightening even further.

She looked up and saw, several dozen meters ahead, on the rooftops lining the street, a young woman fleeing while three or four people chased close behind her.

The battle covered quite a large area. The streets in the district were a wreck, and pedestrians and vendors were all ducking for cover.

The woman looked to be about twenty or so, in the prime of her youth. Her face was exquisitely carved like jade, every inch of her skin delicate and lustrous.

There was an indescribable charm in her brows and eyes, carrying both a young girl's purity and a measure of mature allure.

Her figure was even more outstanding, with graceful curves in all the right places, truly worthy of the words