Someone shouted, "It's the Qiang raiders!"
Cui Lingyao's heart lurched. Before she could even react, her sedan chair tilted precariously twice before crashing to the ground with a BANG.
She nearly tumbled out.
A long, slender hand reached in from outside, firmly grasping her wrist.
"Come with me."
Cui Lingyao was pulled out of the sedan.
What were mere droplets moments ago had become a heavy downpour, staining the muddy ground scarlet with blood.
Just a few steps away, a dozen or so men with dark, coarse skin—clearly not Yue People—wielded long blades, slashing wildly at their retinue.
The Pei Family's funeral procession had no guards, only unarmed servants. Facing the slaughter, they could do nothing but scream and scatter in terror, completely powerless to fight back.
Shen Er and a few guards from the Shen Family, however, were able to engage the attackers, forming a protective circle around their two masters.
