Jiang Lu saw the many commoners heading this way. Leaving behind only the words, "The evil has been eradicated. Everyone may rest easy," she hurriedly departed.
By the time the commoners reached the banyan tree, only her ethereal voice remained.
Jiang Lu had originally intended to head for the Imperial City, but on second thought—
The Imperial City was protected by the nation's fortune. Demonic cultivators would not dare enter without certainty, and now that they were seriously injured, recovering would naturally be their priority.
The various vassal kings were searching for capable people and extraordinary talents. The demonic cultivators might seek an opportunity to defect to them.
She calculated with her fingers, her brows drawing together slightly. Why was this divination different from before?
After some thought, Jiang Lu mounted her sword and flew toward the Imperial City...
"Hyah—"
"Hyah—"
A woman clad in silver armor rode atop a fiery steed. She gritted her teeth and yanked hard on the reins.
The urgent wind howled past her ears as the fine horse beneath her pounded the ground with all four hooves, kicking up billowing dust as it raced wildly onward.
She cast a hurried glance behind her, then tightened her grip on the reins again. Not daring to pause for even a moment, she spurred her horse desperately down the road ahead.
"Reporting to the Princess, Qingling has returned!"
The maid hurried into the hall. The woman in the study abruptly raised her eyes, surprise and delight flashing across her face.
She wore simple attire that accentuated her capable bearing, her hair bound high beneath a plain coronet.
At the words, her hand paused. Crimson ink dripped from her brush onto the paper, blooming into a stain.
She set down the brush, rose to her feet, and said:
"Send