As soon as Chongzhou said these words, everyone's expressions changed.
Mo Jiecheng's face suddenly darkened.
He thought of what the assassin said before he died, and felt something bad. He rushed to the horse's side with a single stride, then quickly got on his horse and ran towards the place where the rocks rolled down.
Chongzhou looked at Mo Jiecheng's solemn back and knew the seriousness of the situation. Maybe the assassination of the eldest princess was a plot to divert the tiger away from the mountain, and the purpose was to protect the lonely princess!
When he thought of this, Chongzhou took a deep breath, urgently called all the surviving hidden guards, and followed Mo Jiecheng with his horse.
The eldest princess felt the shaking of the earth. The mudslides in front of her were surging down, and the world in front of her seemed to be split apart in an instant.
She couldn't care less, picked up the tattered skirt, and asked the guards to drive her to the capital on horseback.
No matter who the assassin's ultimate goal is, even if she dies, Ji Wanrong cannot die!
Master Jiuyun looked at the flustered eldest princess, frowned, randomly selected a horse, followed her, and walked with her.
No one expected that things would suddenly develop to this point. Even Ji Wanrong was caught off guard by the flash flood in front of him.
She was sitting on the soft couch, listening to Xiao Lu's crying beside her gradually subsided, and she felt a little drowsy.
Ji Wanrong has been really tired recently, and in the morning he was in a daze because of Lin Wenrui's incident.
She thought that with half of the hidden guards in Mo Jie City around her, there wouldn't be any big trouble, so she rubbed her brows and planned to close her eyes and fall asleep.
But he didn't sleep for long before Ji Wanrong was woken up by the sharp neighing of the horses. The horses seemed to be greatly frightened, and then the carriage jolted and stopped suddenly.
Ji Wanrong suddenly opened her eyes and heard a loud rumbling sound in the distance. The sound was moving very fast and seemed to be getting closer to her.
When she opened the curtain, she heard the panicked roars of the palace guards.
"Princess, get out of the car quickly! Flash flood! There is a flash flood!"
How could there be a flash flood when the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly?
Ji Wanrong's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the flood in front of her eyes, sweeping in like it was about to swallow the whole world. The blood in her body almost froze.
Before she could react, her vision went dark.
The flash flood surged down and swallowed the carriage in an instant.
His whole body was covered by the flood, and he choked on several mouthfuls of water. Ji Wanrong's mind went blank in an instant.
Ji Wanrong woke up because he couldn't bear the boredom anymore.
When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was a dark and narrow carriage. The carriage was rickety, with many people sitting in it, and it gave off a fishy smell.
It makes people's breathing a little uncomfortable.
There was a car window in the distance, far away from her and far away from the big man. The car window was tightly closed, so Ji Wanrong could not see the sky outside.
She frowned, and just as she was about to take action, she found that there were three layers of ropes tied to her body, tightly tying her to the chair.
She was tied up so that she couldn't move, and Ji Wanrong even felt like vomiting.
She was still wearing the same clothes she had worn in the morning. The clothes that had been soaked by flash floods were covered with mud and clung to her body wetly.
The big men wearing coarse cloth jackets in front of them were all concentrating with their eyes closed. Their clothes were also wet. It looked like they had just rescued her from the flash flood.
The big man's chassis is very stable. Even if he closes his eyes and rests, his back is straight, like a skilled martial artist.
There is no expression on their faces, but looking at their expressions, you can tell that they used to live a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife, which makes people look a little scared for no reason.
Ji Wanrong thought about it, secretly thinking that it was not good.
Although he didn't know their purpose, Ji Wanrong hurriedly closed his eyes, pretended to be unconscious, and wanted to silently summon the scalpel from the space.
Before Ji Wanrong summoned the scalpel, his ears heard a burst of footsteps coming from beside him.
"Now that you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep and be honest with me."
The voice sounded familiar to Ji Wanrong. She slowly raised her head, but her eyes suddenly shrank.
This was Xiao Lu’s voice, the same Xiao Lu who was crying beside her!
But at this moment, Xiao Lu has a completely different face. Perhaps only the eyes are somewhat similar, but at this moment, there is endless indifference and murderous intent in his eyes.
The old Xiaolu wore a human skin mask!
Ji Wanrong was stunned.
"Xiao Lu? Who sent you here? What's your purpose?! Were you the ones responsible for the flash flood? Did the master behind Lin Wenrui ask you to come here?"
Xiaolu just laughed coldly, and Ji Wanrong was met with endless silence.
Ji Wanrong's heart slowly sank.
Xiaolu was even able to show her true appearance in front of her without any concealment, which meant that they were sure that there was no possibility of her going back.
"It's best to be honest. If you are restless, we have plenty of solutions."
After Xiao Lu said this, he returned to his position.
Ji Wanrong gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.
She began to observe the situation in the carriage. It was a very small carriage. In addition to Xiao Lu, there were thirteen strong men in it.
If she had just relied on herself, it would have been almost impossible to escape while the carriage was in motion.
Ji Wanrong closed his eyes and felt the bumps of the carriage carefully.
The carriage was dark. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, and she didn't know where the carriage was leading.
But the road was getting bumpier and bumpier, and the carriage was getting faster and faster. Ji Wanrong guessed that the carriage was leaving the capital and that there were pursuers behind it.
Mo Jiecheng must have dealt with the assassins on the eldest princess's side. When he rushed to the scene of the incident, he realized that the flash flood was caused by man-made things. Sensing that something was wrong, he sent soldiers to search her location on a large scale.
Mo Jiecheng's face suddenly appeared in Ji Wanrong's mind, and in his ears was his soft promise to him in the morning.
"As long as I am here, no one will dare to bully you."
She felt that her heart suddenly calmed down.
Just as Ji Wanrong was thinking, the carriage suddenly stopped.
She opened her eyes and saw Xiao Lu's cold face, giving her a cold look.
Ji Wanrong suddenly felt strange, and she stared back with an innocent face.
Xiaolu didn't have time to vent her anger anymore and quickly got off the carriage.
Five of the big men followed Xiao Lu down.
She summoned the scalpel from the space almost the moment Xiao Lu got out of the car.
Feeling the cool handle of the knife touch his hand, Ji Wanrong's goosebumps instantly stood up.
She felt the ropes that bound her with her fingertips, and then gently rubbed the sharp scalpel against the ropes, not daring to make a sound.
At this moment, she was extremely grateful that she had a space, a space that no one knew about. This was probably her last trump card to turn defeat into victory.
Ji Wanrong listened to the movement outside the carriage with her ears raised, while speeding up her hands. Just when the rope was about to break, the big man who had been observing her suddenly stood up.
He frowned and walked in Ji Wanrong's direction.
Ji Wanrong looked at him blankly, and it became difficult to breathe for a moment.
