Who could it be?
Luo En frowned and got up to walk out of the courtyard.
In the distance, the street was a scene of chaos, littered with scattered fruits and vegetables. Several street vendors nursing fractured arms and bleeding wounds were groaning in pain.
And at the end of the road, a lavishly designed carriage pulled by four warhorses, hung with assorted items and cloth pieces, was clearly the culprit behind the disturbance.
However, at this moment, its main frame was already in tatters, and the four warhorses were all lying flat, their muscles slack as they lay on the ground, frothing heavily.
"You lowly commoner! How dare you wreck my carriage! And even harm me!"
A tooth-gnashing curse accompanied a middle-aged noblewoman who shoved away the wooden plank pressing upon her and awkwardly crawled up from the ground.
