By the time they were airborne, the coachman still wore an expression of disbelief.
He could not understand it. How could the princess consort, who looked so gentle and virtuous, even delicate and frail, be so terrifying?
How could she possess power and cultivation even more ruthless than an assassin's?
After killing two men in succession, Qiu Mingyu seemed injured. She coughed twice, giving the impression that the coachman had seriously wounded the mistress of Prince Duan's household and she was about to collapse.
Though she knew she couldn't afford to linger, she had killed two men and was about to turn and flee. The remaining three went mad.
Their prey was wounded. This was the perfect moment to strike.
Just as Qiu Mingyu's palm landed, her body, which had darted sideways, stopped for the briefest instant.
In that instant, the black-clad men surrounded her again.
Qiu Mingyu looked around, trying to make out whether the black-clad men attacking her were palace eunuchs, imperial guards, or assassins from the Four Great Sects.
But she was disappointed. They were all dressed in black and had their faces covered, clearly unwilling to let her learn their identities.
It seemed these men wanted to kill not only the Prince of Zhennan in Jinling Ferry, but also her, since she had been there.
Fortunately, the instant she entered the imperial city, she had sent a voice transmission to Prince Duan, who was in the manor...
She wanted to capture one alive, then find out whether these men were from the government offices or the imperial guards—who had the gall to kill people from Prince Duan's household!
Watching the scene before her, Qiu Mingyu sighed inwardly.
She knew Wang Xian had been right. One had murdered his master and father; the other had mistaken a