Watching Xing Wanli and the others rapidly closing in, Liu Xiling's expression also sank slightly. Then she turned to Hong Ye at her side. "If this keeps up, none of us are getting out. We split up—I'll draw them away."
"Mistress, you mustn't."
Hong Ye was startled and quickly shook her head. Ling Chen had told her to take Liu Xiling away; how could she let Liu Xiling go lure the enemy? Wouldn't that be walking into the tiger's jaws?
"There's no time."
Without waiting for Hong Ye's consent, Liu Xiling had already moved, darting out and flashing away in another direction.
"Hm? That's Liu Xiling! After her, capture her!"
Seeing Liu Xiling appear, a look of sudden delight flashed across Xing Wanli's eyes. Fortunately, this woman hadn't run far. Otherwise, the Xing Family would have lost face big time today.
For the bride to run away on the day of the betrothal—once that got out, it would be an unspeakable disgrace no matter how you put it.
