Her robes stained with blood, she looked utterly haggard, as if a single gust of wind could topple her—yet somehow, as long as she stood there, the pressure she exerted on others was immense.
There were clearly over a thousand cavalrymen present, but not one dared to make the first move at that moment.
If Luo Qingxuan had once pushed back the Deserters alone in the ruins, then at this moment, Su Yuwei's presence surpassed even Luo Qingxuan's.
Even on the road to ruin, her pride soared to the heavens!
Princess Changlin!
Even leaving rank aside, this Su Yuwei was enough to win the hearts of anyone.
"Death is all there is! The Commandery Princess, esteemed beyond measure, still dares to face death—how could Wang Junze, a mere commoner, do anything less than meet his fate?"
With a single step forward, Wang Junze's chest swelled with boundless courage; standing shoulder to shoulder with Su Yuwei, he laughed out loud.
"Young Master Wang?!"
