"Yu Li, you immediately summon the elite soldiers in the mansion to rescue the third lady, chase her!"
Xuanyuan Qi quickly untied the carriage, jumped up on the horse with his long legs, and chased after Murong Canghai and Su Yueming in the direction they left.
"Drive! Drive!"
Xuanyuan Qilin raised his whip high and hit the horse hard. His face was solemn, his lips were pursed, and his brows were furrowed.
As a man, he naturally understood what the emotion in Murong Canghai's eyes meant.
The horse ran so fast that the scenery on both sides flashed by before he could even see it, and the howling wind cut his face, causing pain.
But these were not as painful as the anger radiating from Murong Canghai's body. She was placed in front of his horse, bumping up and down with the speed of the horse. Her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and her stomach was churning.
Uncomfortable, she tried hard to suppress the nauseating feeling.
"Su Yueming, since you have the courage to betray me, you must have the courage to bear my anger." His cold voice came from above her head with a ruthless coldness.
"Where are you taking me?" Su Yueming pressed her hand on her painful abdomen and asked.
"Of course I want to take you back to Da Qin, my princess of the North Academy." Murong Canghai's voice was filled with unquestionable affirmation.
What?
"I will see you at the end of the day, Your Majesty. Your Majesty is a thousand years old!"
The horse finally stopped. Her hair had fallen loose and was flying high in the wind. The long black threads streaked across his arms.
There was a sound of kneeling in front of them like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and the sound contained extreme worship for their master.
Su Yueming was startled and looked up with difficulty, only to realize that these were his men and horses. Each of the elites he had personally selected stood majestically on the horses. Among them, at the forefront was Murong Canghai's number one close man.
Guard - Ying Lie.
"Your Majesty!"
His people are all just like him, all of them are murderous and exude arrogance and arrogance.
The Qin Dynasty was prosperous, the king of Beiyuan was high-spirited, and the unification of the world was unstoppable!
All the soldiers voluntarily gave way to a path. Murong Canghai's aura of awe-inspiringness was not hidden at all. He raised his sword high and said——
"Let's set off and return to Daqin!"
He has a majestic appearance, and his voice seems to have the power to destroy mountains and rivers. Inadvertently, it can turn everything into ashes!
"Your Majesty, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
The voices of support resounded throughout heaven and earth.
"drive!"
The white horse galloped towards the Shengjing of Great Qin like a wind, and his soldiers followed behind him like lightning.
The dust in the sky rose high, bringing with it a desolate atmosphere.
"You're crazy." Her heart trembled.
"I can be even crazier!" His voice was cold and without any warmth. He said that his love could be as hot as fire, but his ruthlessness could be as cold as ice.
She was getting further and further away from the capital, and behind her, Xuanyuan Qilin, who was chasing her, had long disappeared.
No, it can't be done. She has not avenged her great revenge, and she still wants to assist the prince to ascend the throne. At this moment, she must not leave the land of the Zhou Dynasty.
"Put me down, I want to go back." She grabbed his arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.
"Come down?" Murong Canghai looked down at him. The coldness in his eyes made her feel as if she had been cut open by a cold blade, as cold as if she had been frozen by a thousand-year glacier.
"Yes, I want to go back, put me down." She repeated her request.