Jiang Xiansheng was shot in the thigh, and within just a dozen or so breaths, sweat soaked his hair, and he leaned weakly against the armored soldiers.
The Princess Liyang, who previously pretended to use her looks to deceive others, let blood dye her silk stockings red and soak her embroidered shoes, but she stood proudly, saying: "How did you guess these people came to rescue me?"
The forest was peaceful, surrounded by elite troops reluctant to act rashly, waiting for Princess Liyang to persuade them to surrender.
Chen Ji spoke slowly: "Your Highness values your life. When assassinated, instead of running behind the armored soldiers, you ran into the forest, which is peculiar enough. You sent Jiang Que and Jiang Guo away precisely for this moment."
Princess Liyang, lips trembling with pain, still smiled: "I underestimated you; you're truly not an ordinary grain merchant. Whose person are you? You must not belong to Yuan Xiang or Lu Jin, or else I would already be dead."
