In the nick of time.
King Shu's Hidden Guards finally made their move. Just as they were about to rescue him, a savage light glinted in Mo Lingwei's cold eyes.
He cracked his whip.
The two Hidden Guards instinctively used their left hands to block the whip.
Mo Lingwei's pupils constricted.
A chorus of screams erupted from the crowd. Just when everyone thought King Shu was about to be trampled to death, the horse beneath Mo Lingwei screeched to a halt.
It smashed through three tables and chairs.
King Shu collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. His face was pale as he stared at the horse's hooves, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Meanwhile, the youth seated high on the horse's back arched a dark, cold brow.
"My apologies, Uncle. This horse is still unfamiliar with me. It hasn't been properly trained yet. Are you alright?"
Princess Shu had already rushed over, pushing through the crowd to help King Shu to his feet.
