Huang Xiao recognized this woman. She was the maid who attended the Princess.
Huang Xiao had known that the maid practiced martial arts, since she wore a sword at her waist, but he had never imagined she was so skilled.
Although these two Demonic Path experts were not First-Class, they were at least Second-Class. Yet even experts like these could not withstand a single stroke of this delicate young woman's sword. Huang Xiao found it rather hard to believe.
Before Huang Xiao could speak, the maid flashed to Zhang Jin's side, swiftly tapped several major acupoints on his body, then said, "Lord Zhang, your injuries are too severe. Here, take this!"
As she spoke, she took a small, pure-white porcelain bottle from her sleeve, tipped out a pill, and handed it to Zhang Jin.
"This is...?" Zhang Jin's nose twitched. The moment he caught the pill's delicate fragrance, he knew what it was.
"This is an imperial healing pill made in the palace. Take it and regulate your breathing at once. It will help your injuries!" the maid said.
"Thank you, Miss Lü!" Zhang Jin accepted without ceremony. He knew that since Miss Lü had intervened, she must have received the Princess's instructions, and the same went for the pill.
"Little Ling, go lend Lord Chen a hand!" A sweet, melodious voice came from the carriage.
"Princess? But your servant still has to protect you!" Lü Ling said.
"Lord Chen is in a bad way. If you don't act, it will be too late," the Princess said.
Lü Ling could also see the situation on the battlefield clearly. She knew Chen Ao and the others could not hold out much longer. In just that short time, five of the twenty Imperial Guards had died, and all the rest were wounded,