"Stop the carriage!" Lánxīn ordered the coachman as she hurried down, her hands shaking. The sudden commotion rippled down the line, forcing the other carriages to halt.
Thankfully, the groups had already been divided and dispatched, or the generals and soldiers would have certainly complained.
Xiang Long Wei, riding at the front, turned sharply at the commotion. His brows knit in displeasure, his first thought cutting coldly through his mind—Who dares to cause trouble now? Women are always so worrisome and difficult to manage.
But when he caught sight of Mei Liang's maid, Lánxīn, urgently beckoning for help, an uneasy weight settled in his chest. His expression hardened, though his voice remained composed.
"What happened? Why are you causing such a commotion?" Xiang Long Wei demanded coldly, even as he fought to mask the dread rising in his heart.
