A lone figure followed the two hundred Liangzhou cavalrymen into the city from a distance. She was slender and dressed in white, with painted brows, long, alluring eyes, jade-pale skin, and a beautiful, delicate face. She looked too exquisite for this world.
If not for the two swords at her left hip, her unknown origins, her aloof bearing, and the terrifying rumors surrounding the prince's heir's return, the street thugs and spoiled young masters would already have tried to flirt with her.
Some respectable women and wealthy young ladies fleeing in panic caught sight of her. Their first reaction was envy, then admiration. Blushing, they thought that if this young woman had been a man, they would gladly have eloped with her.
The white-robed beauty glanced about in surprise. After a moment's hesitation, she approached an elderly fortune-teller and asked, "Sir, whose heir is the man escorted into the city by the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry?"
The old man had been lamenting that he would no longer be able to do business, but the young woman's beauty stunned him. At his age, he managed to collect himself and gave a bitter smile.
"Young lady, you're from out of town, aren't you? There's only one prince's heir around here: the eldest son of the Prince of Northern Liang. Sons of ordinary rich and powerful families wouldn't dare call themselves that. He'd beat them black and blue. Even the descendants of the princes in the neighboring provinces get beaten into submission if he takes the slightest dislike to them."
At being called "young lady," her beautiful brows drew together instinctively. She did not correct him. Instead, she looked toward the cavalry moving slowly ahead and narrowed her eyes, a hint of killing intent in them. She murmured to herself,
"So he really