Housekeeper Zhou had an arrow stuck in his head, and he was nearly scared to the point of wetting himself.
Although he didn’t collapse to the ground with weak knees, his condition wasn’t much better.
His legs were shaking continuously, and if it wasn’t for his willpower holding him up, he would have likely ended up seated on the ground the next second.
At that moment, Rong Yan’s cold and assertive voice came from the carriage, "Scram!"
Upon hearing this "Scram," Housekeeper Zhou’s heart trembled several times.
The moment he raised his head and saw an arrow about to be shot from inside the carriage... he could no longer care about Old Master’s instructions, and he ran away as fast as he could.
Originally lacking strength... his legs now carried him with the speed of a young man.
With the housekeeper leading the runaway, how could the other house servants continue to stay put? They instantly followed suit and ran away...
Hu Dao: ...?
It was just a moment’s work.
The people surrounding them had all run away.
He hadn’t even had the chance to make a move!
Qin Ye knew that Rong Yan’s archery was very good; after all, he had witnessed it during his time in the mountains, so he wasn’t surprised.
Nevertheless, he still turned his head and said with a smile, "Miss Rong’s archery is truly incomparable."
Rong Yan did not respond, and she calmly put away her bow and arrow.
This bow and arrow belonged to her biological father, and she had gotten quite accustomed to using it over this period, with no immediate plans to replace it.
Later, when she found a suitable one, she could change it, and this bow and arrow could be left behind as a keepsake for Rong Jin.
Seeing that she was ignoring him, Qin Ye knew she was still angry with him.
So he sheepishly touched his nose.
Then he turned to look outside the carriage... only to find his "loyal subordinate" still in a daze.
So he coldly said, "What, are you still enjoying the view outside?"
Upon hearing that they were supposed to continue the chase, Housekeeper Zhou was genuinely terrified, and he no longer cared about the pain in his forehead.
"Old Master, we cannot chase! Not to mention Miss Rong’s supreme archery... the two men have very high Combat Power, one of them is a guard... His sword is razor-sharp, definitely of the kind that has killed before..."
The murderous aura emanating from that sword could be felt from a distance... He had no doubt that if he angered the guard, or if the man inside the carriage ordered his death,
he would be beheaded instantly.
Just thinking about it was incredibly frightening – he truly felt like he had just picked his life back up.
Old Master Zheng’s expression grew even uglier upon hearing this.
Before, he had been too caught up looking at that face... he hadn’t paid any attention to the men.
Now upon hearing it, his anger surged dramatically.
Where did these men come from?
Who dares to compete with him for someone?

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