Song Qingshu did not search around like a headless fly. Instead, he first went to the highest point in town and looked down over the whole place. At last, he fixed his gaze on a carriage in the north of town. With a flash, he chased after it.
In the woods on the northern outskirts, a luxurious yet understated carriage moved slowly along the road. Several guards rode around it, vaguely keeping it at the center. Every one of them had bulging temples and sharp eyes that occasionally flashed with brilliance. Clearly, they were all experts hiding their true abilities.
Suddenly, the driver's expression changed. He hurriedly pulled on the reins. "Whoa!"
As the carriage came to an abrupt stop, Princess Huazheng, who had been gently wiping Guo Jing's face inside, staggered and nearly fell over. Startled and angry, she snapped, "Miergan, what are you doing?"
The man in the driver's seat was naturally Miergan. His entire body had gone rigid, and he did not dare move in the slightest, because at some point, someone had appeared beside him!
When Miergan did not answer, Princess Huazheng angrily lifted the carriage curtain. She was about to reprimand her subordinate when her vision blurred, and her acupoints were sealed.
Only then did the guards beside the carriage react. They roared in anger, drawing their sabers as they rushed over to rescue her. Yet the mysterious man merely raised a hand, and before they knew what had happened, their acupoints were sealed as well.
That mysterious man was naturally Song Qingshu. He had followed them all the way here. Although Princess Huazheng's guards were experts, she was ultimately just an idle princess. Her subordinates were far inferior to people on the level of Hundred Damage Daoist and the Xuanming Elders under Prince Ruyang's