A dozen or so dark figures had surrounded Chu Baihan and Zhu Yinian.
By this time, their commotion had also attracted the attention of the military camp.
Ziyi and Shi Jing rushed over with troops and horses.
But just as Ziyi was about to charge in, Shi Jing suddenly pulled him back.
"We must not act rashly," he said, his expression extremely solemn.
"What do you mean 'act rashly'? The eighth prince's consort is still in there."
Yan Lian also hurried over, dressing while anxiously shouting.
With the eighth prince absent, it was his duty to safeguard the consort's safety.
"These are Shenxiao Guards. Once they join forces, the surroundings become filled with traps and dangers; we must not act carelessly."
Shi Jing said in a serious tone.
As a descendant of the Shi Family, he naturally knew what Shenxiao Guards were.
Shenxiao Guards?
Yan Linxin's heart sank heavily.
Having followed the eighth prince's consort and prince, he had heard of them to some degree.
