Zhan Xuerou looked at Wu Qing, her voice soft and pleading, "Wu Qing, can you help me kill those beggars?"
Wu Qing kept walking without stopping. A carriage appeared in front of them.
Wu Qing urged, "Quickly get in the carriage. I killed King Wei's men. It's possible there are others nearby. He will definitely come for revenge!"
Zhan Xuerou had no choice but to get in the carriage. Among those beggars, two had insulted her, and some had touched her body with their filthy hands.
Her body was sullied, and she didn't want anyone to know this secret.
"Wu Qing, I beg you, don't tell anyone about this!" Zhan Xuerou's face was pale as death, and scalding tears streaked down her cheeks.
Wu Qing nodded and asked, "Do you have any family left?"
"Family?" Zhan Xuerou sneered, "They have all abandoned me. I am completely alone now, with no one to rely on."