The maid scratched her head and agreed.
So this was the young lady's type. Still... that fellow really was handsome.
Jiang Qinghuan had no idea that the man who had caught her eye at first glance was the beggar she had casually ordered admitted into the city when she arrived that day.
Shen Yangge ran behind the Jiang family's carriage, with the manservant close on his heels, occasionally checking whether anyone was rushing toward them.
The soldiers were all busy fighting the wokou raiders, while the raiders cleared a path as soon as they saw the Jiang family's insignia on the carriage.
The carriage made it out of the city without trouble. Jiang Qinghuan kept watching Shen Yangge running behind them, liking him more with every glance. He was exactly her type, so handsome that even she felt inferior beside him. More importantly, his beauty was not at all effeminate.
Once they passed through the gates, the scene outside came into view. It was far worse than inside the city: chaos everywhere, countless blades swinging, blood splattering.
It was even more horrifying than what had happened in Lingnan. They slaughtered people without pause, every stroke claiming a life, as though killing for its own sake. The uniformed soldiers and two other groups in different attire were fighting back against the raiders.
Despite the vast difference in their strength, they showed no trace of fear.
Shen Yangge spotted Chu Xuanzhen on horseback.
At that moment, Chu Xuanzhen was covered in blood, his armor damaged in several places. His black hair clung tightly to his temples, soaked with what might have been sweat or blood.
As though sensing Shen Yangge's gaze, Chu Xuanzhen turned his head and looked over, immediately spotting him running behind the Jiang family's carriage.
A flicker of surprise