The sight of six women alighting from the carriage immediately drew the attention of the attackers.
Even though most of the guards had gone to escort the Empress Dowager's retreat, the remaining forces still had the men in black completely occupied. Not many could break away to pursue them. They probably assumed that capturing a few women, pampered by the Emperor in the depths of the palace, would be child's play.
"Shoot them!"
"Aim for the really beautiful one!"
Since they weren't a regular army, their arrows were quite crude. But in ancient times, with primitive medical care, they were more than enough to be lethal. Upon hearing the order to aim for the beautiful one, Noble Consort Rong instinctively glanced back. She saw the arrows were all flying toward Jiang Xian, and felt both a pang of worry for her and a subtle sense of disappointment.
