Chu Yihan refused to leave. He wanted to go back to save Lady Shu, but before Su Yingxue could stop him, they were already surrounded.
Outside the carriage, the sound of thousands of soldiers charging roared fiercely. The sheer momentum alone carried an overwhelming force, making their small carriage tremble uncontrollably.
Su Yingxue lifted the curtain and widened her eyes at the scene outside.
Chu Chengye, clad in battle armor, rode ahead on a white horse. Behind him, a seemingly endless army surrounded them like an iron wall, leaving no chance for escape!
"Chu Yihan…"
Su Yingxue's voice trembled.
"Are you afraid?" Chu Yihan clutched his wound, his voice calm.
He had long anticipated today's outcome.
Su Yingxue couldn't deny being afraid—thousands of soldiers besieging them, the cold glint of armor bearing down, and the looming sense of bloodshed carried an oppressive, murderous aura.
