"Master, I'll hold them off. Run—run as far as you can."
The servant used his frail body to shield him from the arrows Li Ruo was firing.
Ye Lihan glanced toward Li Ruo, grabbed his hand, and continued running forward.
"Xiao Yu, no! How can I leave you here alone? If we run, we run together."
Xiao Yu was drenched in sweat, his heart pounding like a drum. He pushed his master forward with all his strength. "No, Master. My life is cheap. If I die, so be it. But you're different."
"Your life is precious, and you have to hold on to it so you can return and see Consort Yun. She's still waiting for you to come back to her, so you absolutely cannot get hurt."
"Don't talk about whether your life is cheap or not. In these people's eyes, I'm no different from you."
After serving him for so many years, how could Ye Lihan possibly abandon him?
He forcibly dragged him forward.
"Come on. We'll definitely make it through this."
At worst, he would just...
When that time came, none of these people here would be left alive.
That was fine, too. They were all vile creatures. Their deaths might even make the capital a little more peaceful.
Su Qiao's attention was also drawn to the master and servant whom Li Ruo had targeted with her arrows.
She narrowed her eyes and looked over.
He wasn't short, and he was strong and well-built. Unlike the other men, he wasn't wearing makeup or rouge, nor did he have hairpins and flowers in his hair.
At last, there was a normal-looking man.
Her eyes had finally been cleansed and purified.
"Little Four, what's going on?"
"A killing game?"
Were the women of the Matriarchal Kingdom all this brazen?