Following the carriage, the Dark Night Army responded in unison, and in an instant, the crossbow arrows were strung, each arrowhead bound with a fist-sized black object!
The atmosphere was tense, with swords drawn and crossbows cocked, a battle ready to erupt at any moment, when a voice called out from the city tower, "Hold on."
It was an old woman's voice, carrying with it authority and the oppressive force of a superior.
The guards atop the city tower immediately bowed and cleared the middle space, even Huaheng Mantian took a respectful step back and bowed, "Grandmother, why have you come out?"
"Hmph!" Huaheng Cangyue glared at her, her aged face full of authority, then turned and slightly bowed toward the carriage below, "Prince Changsheng, please forgive her, my granddaughter is young and ignorant. I beg you, on account of this old woman, to show leniency and not hold it against her!"
