Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

The warm winter sun shines through the thin clouds and softly shines on the earth. The frost and snow on the roofs and the ground gradually melt away, turning into crystal water droplets, like large and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

A luxurious carriage was driving on the street, its wheels creaking and leaving a long trail of wheel marks on the ground.

Song Wanyin finally solved the problem of dragon bone blood. The most urgent thing was to rush to the Taifu Mansion and inform Xiao Jingheng about the remnants of the rebels.

This matter is of great importance.

She had also thought about going directly to the palace to report the matter to His Majesty.

But this behavior involves great risks. Although she is the legitimate daughter of the former Grand Marshal, she is a married woman after all and is not allowed to leave the house.

Your Majesty, thinking of the great achievements made by the Grand Marshal during his lifetime, although he did not say it, he certainly did not believe what she said in his heart.

Rather than putting Your Majesty in a dilemma, it would be more convincing to ask Xiao Jingheng to report the matter to Your Majesty.

The wind was howling fiercely, making the car curtains rustle, and the whole car body swayed from side to side.

The axles of the carriage, which was speeding on the road, made a creaking sound.

With the sound of a horse neighing, the carriage suddenly stopped, and a noisy shout came from outside:

"Listen up, everyone inside. If you want to pass this way, you have to leave your life behind!"

The driver was so frightened that he fell off the carriage and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, but he was stabbed in the throat and died on the spot.

Song Wanyin was shocked. The bandits were being too arrogant and domineering in broad daylight.

Tian Cheng was so frightened that his face turned pale and he kept trembling. He nervously held his master's hand and whispered:

"Girl, what should we do?

These bandits killed people without blinking an eye. They not only robbed people of their money, but also raped them.

If we had known earlier, we should have brought more followers with us."

Song Wanyin said calmly:

“Don’t worry, losing money can avoid disaster. They dare not be too arrogant in broad daylight.

Don’t think that all government officials are vegetarians.”

The shouting outside the carriage became louder and louder, and one of the men shouted in a rough voice:

"Brothers, come on!

Catch him alive, so we can have a good time later."

Song Wanyin lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and found that more than a dozen bandits were blocking the carriage's way. Each of them held a shining long sword, looked ferocious, burly, and heroic.

"Who sent you here?

Do you know who I am?

Look at you desperate criminals, you are just trying to steal some money.

I can give you silver, and if that's not enough, I can also give you gold and silver jewelry.

If you try to use force, you will get nothing."

The leading man, with a full beard and a long scar on the left corner of his eye, laughed frivolously:

"Hahahaha, no one has ever dared to threaten me in my entire life.

Get people's money and help them eliminate disasters.

You, little beauty, are not only pretty, but also eloquent, and have successfully aroused my desire to conquer you.

If you are willing to obey me, I might consider sparing your life."

Song Wanyin saw him showing his big yellow teeth and looking so wretched that she felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to enjoy it."

The smile on the scarred man's face instantly disappeared, and he said viciously:

"I want to see if your delicate body is as tough as your mouth."

The rest of the bandits started to make a noise:

"Boss, come on, come on, the brothers are all lining up!"

The scarred man strode quickly towards the carriage, determined to get this coveted item.

"Come here, my little beauty, so I can smell your mouth."

His wretched face was reflected in Song Wanyin's pupils, and a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Tiancheng was so scared that his whole body was shaking like a sieve. In panic, he picked up the fruit box, ready to hit the scarred man on the head at any time.

As the scarred man's hand just touched the car curtain, there was suddenly a sound of breaking air, and small stones hit his arms and chest one after another, instantly knocking him several feet away.

"Take your dirty hands away! You can't touch my master!"

A figure as light as a swallow descended from the sky like a whirlwind. With a sweep of his leg, he knocked down more than a dozen bandits surrounding the carriage.

Bai Shaobo's eyes were sharp, like a sharp eagle, and he engaged in a fierce confrontation with this group of bandits with ulterior motives.

Seeing that the newcomer had ill intentions, the bandits got up from the ground, waving their long swords, and fought a desperate battle with him.

Bai Shaobo is agile and his moves are sharp, and he uses skills in every attack and defense.

The bandits were used to living on the edge of a knife, so they brandished their swords ferociously and chopped at him head-on, determined to cut him into pieces.

Tian Cheng saw Bai Shaobo gradually gaining the upper hand and beating the bandits to a pulp, and she danced with joy in excitement:

"Well fought, well done!"

At this time, more than a dozen bandits came out from the alley at the side to provide support, and four of them ran straight towards the carriage.

Seeing that Bai Shaobo was unable to cope with the situation, Song Wanyin responded calmly, ran out of the carriage, tightened the reins, spurred his horse and whipped it to charge towards the bandits who were blocking the way ahead.

The bandits dodged in all directions, but the four of them quickly jumped on their horses, whipped them hard, and chased after them.

The carriage soon drove out of the streets of the capital and sped along the winding and rugged mountain road. Behind it were four bandits who were chasing them relentlessly, like a dog-skin plaster that could not be shaken off.

Although Song Wanyin is a weak woman, she has developed a strong character by following her father since she was a child.

Her eyes were determined and beads of cold sweat oozed from her forehead as she listened to the shouts and horse hooves of the bandits chasing her from behind, echoing through the mountains.

The carriage swayed as it passed through the dense woods, branches whipping at the body of the carriage. Song Wanyin nimbly pulled the reins to avoid the obstacles.

Sweet Orange swayed from side to side in the carriage due to inertia, like a tumbler, unable to sit steadily.

"Girl, are we going to die here?"

Song Wanyin remained calm and said:

"Sweet Orange, hold on tight."

Tiancheng was so scared that he grabbed the surrounding supports with his hands, closed his eyes and trembled, praying over and over.

The bandits quickly divided into two teams, surrounded the carriage from the front and back, and forced the carriage to stop.

Song Wanyin knew very well that if she fell into the hands of the bandits, her integrity and reputation would be ruined.

In desperation, he drove the carriage towards the cliff.

She firmly believed that this Arabian horse would be able to leap to the other hilltop and run towards the hope of life.

After all, this Arabian horse had once followed his father to the battlefield and made great contributions.

After his father passed away, this Arabian horse was inherited by his elder brother.

Before her brother went to the war, he was very worried about her, so he left this Arabian horse to her so that she could save her life at the critical moment.

Just as the carriage was about to hit the edge of a cliff, there was a deep abyss below. If it fell down, it would be smashed to pieces.

"No! Stop it! Stop!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind, revealing anxiety and urgency.

Just as the carriage was about to fly over the cliff, two figures, one black and one white, came and quickly rescued Song Wanyin and Tiancheng from the carriage.

A handsome face was suddenly reflected in Song Wanyin's pupils, and she called out in surprise:

"Brother, why is it you?"