A Princess's Death Would Not Make Much Difference

She might have sounded uncompromising, but what she really thought was that she might as well be killed here than be sent to Camp Zhan Ling to die in agony.

She would at least die a better death, right?

"Let's do that."

Qian Jiyun did not listen to Yue Suiyu. When he saw that his wife had finished speaking, he agreed with her.

"We can just have Trike send her over. We don't have to return personally," he said.

"Okay." An Jiuyue nodded.

The guard leader's face turned green.

He never expected them to have a feud with Ming Fucheng and to know Zhan Beiye.

A thought flashed through his mind. He seemed to have remembered something, but he could not figure it out. Besides, he was not in the mood to think about this now.

Those two wanted to capture his young master. How could he just sit back and wait for it to happen?

"Everyone, listen up! Save the Princess!"