Feng Yun could not discern any clues from his expression, shook her head, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
Without speaking, Pei Jue drew back the carriage curtain that had been pierced by the long sword and glanced outside.
Apart from the one who he had run through with his sword, the other two accomplices had already been subdued by Jiu You and Zuo Zhong, lying on the ground drenched in blood, their fates unknown.
He signaled to Zuo Zhong with his eyes, let the curtain fall, and his arm naturally found its way around Feng Yun's waist, securely embracing her.
"The Prince of Yonghuai, because of mutual trade with Yecheng, sharing resources, was severely reprimanded by me and had his gains confiscated. He harbored resentment in his heart..."
Feng Yun, "The Prince of Yonghuai sent someone to assassinate you?" Before Pei Jue could answer, she shook her head again, "No, that's not right. You said they came to kill me? I'm confused, what exactly is going on?"