On a white horse sat a girl in yellow, two double-ended ornamental spears slung across her back. Her complexion was slightly dusky, her eyes brilliantly bright, and her smile brimmed with cheer. Pretty and lively, she carried herself with remarkable poise despite her youth. From afar, she called out in a clear voice, "Once you leave Leizhou, you're outside the Prince of Yan's territory! If you don't pay the toll, the brave fellows of our Divine Spear Society won't stand on ceremony!" Her voice was clear and soft, like lustrous pearls striking one another. Even when she was robbing people, listening to her was a pleasure.
Wang Chong, Sun Mingke, and Jiang Wenyue all stared in astonishment, then exchanged looks and burst out laughing.
Never mind Wang Chong and Sun Mingke-even Jiang Wenyue thought nothing of bandits who robbed travelers. He had fought his way through thousands of troops. Back in the Wen Xi Army, he had defeated seventeen military officers in succession, earning himself a formidable reputation. And that was without even mentioning Gao Gun, who was also traveling with them! He was a veteran Great Grandmaster whose strength was unfathomable.
Wang Chong said, "Let's go over and take a look."
He was just about to find a horse when Su Luoyan lifted the carriage curtain, her face clouded, and asked quietly, "Where are you going, Prince of Yan?"
Su Luoyan never addressed him publicly as the Prince of Yan. After all, they had long since pledged themselves to each other and used very intimate forms of address. This was a sign that she was in a very bad mood.
Slightly surprised, Wang Chong waved a hand and said, "Don't go yet. Let Master Gao Gun handle it."
He walked over to the carriage, climbed straight inside, and asked,