Qing Huan was surrounded by the Night Owl Guard.
She threw everything she had at them, but there was no way to escape unscathed.
Her hand, gripping the longsword, trembled from exhaustion. Sweat mixed with blood and grime trickled down her cheeks.
Though her body was covered in wounds, she showed no signs of backing down. The look in her eyes remained as resolute as ever.
The Princess Consort was giving birth, and it was the most critical moment.
'Even if it means death, I can't let these men pass!'
The Night Owl Guard closed in again.
They attacked in unison, striking at Qing Huan from all angles, determined to eliminate this meddlesome woman for good.
Qing Huan knew her death was inevitable.
She clenched her jaw, ready to fight them to the death.
But in the next moment, the whistle of arrows cut through the air.
One after another, the Night Owl Guards were struck by arrows and fell.
Immediately after, Prince Zhao rushed over with his men.
