Meanwhile, Chen Xiaojun sat lost in thought inside the carriage when a clamor suddenly rose outside, followed by the tremors of a battle.
Cheng Yun's heart tightened. She sprang nimbly out of the carriage, her brows drawn together, and demanded, "Changyun, what's going on?"
Wariness edged her voice. Since Ling Yunxiao had gone to Heavenly Wolf Commandery, Zhu Yanfeng had suffered minor injuries to his meridians, and Chen Hua could hardly serve as an attendant, the responsibility for guarding Chen Xiaojun had fallen to her, Zhu Hefeng, and Xia Ying.
Zhu Hefeng was swamped with duties and could not be in two places at once, so he had sent Zhu Changyun along in his stead. Xia Ying was not adept at head-on combat, leaving the burden of protection to settle naturally on Cheng Yun's shoulders.
Remembering the lesson of the assassination attempt three years ago, along with Chen Xiaojun's peculiar knack for "inviting disaster," Cheng Yun grew even more tense.
She looked up and saw a young woman fleeing across the roadside rooftops several dozen meters ahead, with three or four people in relentless pursuit.
The battle covered a considerable area. The streets of the neighborhood were a shambles, and passersby and vendors scrambled for cover.
The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, in the bloom of youth. Her features were as exquisite as carved jade, every inch of her skin delicate and lustrous.
An indescribable charm shone in her eyes and brows, combining a young girl's innocence with a touch of mature allure.
Her figure was equally outstanding, graceful curves swelling and tapering in all the right places. She fully deserved the praise of "an angel's face and a devil's body."
She wore a pale-yellow battle dress, its hem swaying softly in the wind and revealing her