Su Jin had just lifted the carriage curtain when the Hidden Guard had already jumped from the horse onto the shaft of the carriage and sat down to drive the carriage.
The little monk who was sending Su Jin down the mountain hadn't even reacted, and the carriage had already sped off, with the faint sounds of Xingxing's cries of pain still audible.
This part of the official road was wide and sparsely populated, and the carriage galloped all the way. Su Jin tightly grasped the carriage to minimize the bumps.
Her mind was unable to process anything now. The Hidden Guard had not mentioned whom she was supposed to rescue. The ones kidnapped were Princess Jiuling and Princess Fuqing, but the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion had seen the signal flare and would surely pursue.
Uncertain how long the bumping lasted, the carriage finally stopped.
Su Jin arrived at that place which had haunted her with nightmares for several days.
Princess Jiuling lay on the ground, covered in blood.
