They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

But since she's a princess, they didn't have much say. Calling them over wasn't for discussion; it was just a pre-planned arrangement.

Sure enough, after a while, the carriage stopped again. It was clear that if they just quickened their pace, they would reach the secret realm, but they stopped here. I wonder what Wu Ziyan was thinking.

She got out of the car, stretched, took a deep breath, and then started coughing violently. She knew that Lu Aza and the others were watching her from the shadows.

Wu Ziyan walked along, deliberately saying loudly, "I want to walk around. I've been in the carriage for so long, my bones are about to fall apart. None of you are allowed to follow me."

She acted perfectly, convincingly portraying someone sitting in a carriage. Then she gestured to the people in the shadows, instructing them to continue.

As she walked further and further into the remote, even into the jungle, she looked around but there was still no movement. However, she knew that Lu Aza and his group would not give up easily, so she waited.

Sure enough, footsteps were heard from the jungle a moment later, and then several people rushed out, covered in dead leaves and wood chips, staring at her with fierce eyes, their gleaming scimitars in their hands.

Wu Ziyan wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she laughed and shouted, "Come out, everyone! Stop hiding!"

The men arranged by Wu Ziyan suddenly appeared from nowhere and surrounded them. It was a familiar standoff scene, and Lu Aza tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.

His subordinates were shouting "despicable villain" again, which Wu Ziyan was tired of hearing. She didn't want to play anymore; if she continued, her body might really kill her.

At this moment, another group of people dressed in the same exotic style as Lu Aza and his group rushed out from the hiding place, which shocked Lu Aza.

Just as she was about to speak, the other person spoke first: "Lu Aza betrayed Xiao Rong and killed all of her subordinates without mercy. We also captured this Wu Dynasty princess alive! Isn't that a great achievement?" They even imitated the broken Wu Dynasty language very well.

The crowd below cheered loudly, while only Lu Aza was puzzled and surprised, followed by anger: "Whose party are you from, and what do you want!"

"Lu Aza! You traitor!" They were just pretending; they had no idea which faction they were under. Anyway, they just attacked!

Despite saying this repeatedly, Lu Aza still couldn't understand how he had become a traitor. At this moment, a soldier suddenly fired a cold arrow, which was arranged by Wu Ziyan to start a melee in advance.

A loud scream rang out as someone was shot. "General Lu'aza, they've actually made their move! It seems they really don't want us to leave alive!"

She couldn't afford to doubt the truth now, since every country has factional political struggles, and she couldn't fully understand them.

Swords and spears clashed, clanging loudly. Wu Ziyan, protected by others, looked at Lu Azha and said, "Look at this country you served, and what do they take you for!"

Lu Aza deflected a slash, her eyes cold, but when she looked into Wu Ziyan's eyes, there was no treachery, only sincerity and regret. This made her, who should have been suspicious just now, even more certain that it was an internal strife in her own country.

In that moment of distraction, she slashed at Lu Aza again. Wu Ziyan's guards rushed forward to block the attack, but Lu Aza's arm was cut, and she hissed.

She frowned, as if she had made up her mind, and tried to cut down the enemies quickly, but they were fast enough to run away. She failed to kill them and ended up with several wounds on her own body.

The melee finally stopped. Wu Ziyan wiped the blood splattered on her face. By this time, only a few people remained on Lu Aza's side, and her guards had also suffered some minor injuries.

Lu Aza sat casually on the ground, clutching her scimitar. She was exhausted, but she forced herself to stay upright. She looked up at Wu Ziyan and asked, "What happened?"

"It's obvious that although your status in Xiao Rong isn't high, you're definitely popular. Every country has internal strife. I even have a life-or-death struggle with my sister, let alone someone who isn't related by blood. I've been looking for an opportunity to get rid of you for a long time!"

How did they know we were here?!

“I admit I did some tricks, but do you think they’re going to give you a chance to explain? They’d rather you died sooner, my General Luaza!”

Wu Ziyan admitted to her instigation, but as the saying goes, it takes two to tango; Lu Aza thought that she was right. If they were truly united, they should at least ask for the reasons. To demand death right from the start clearly meant that she had disliked them for a long time.

"You should submit to our Wu Dynasty and follow me. I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury."

Lu Aza was still hesitating. Even if he returned to Xiao Rong Kingdom now, he would surely die. A scholar chooses a capable person to serve. She seemed to have made up her mind.

At this moment, Lu Aza suddenly knelt down, the soft leaves beneath her knees making a thud. She gripped the knife in both hands and said, "Please, Your Highness, bestow upon me a new name!"

The survivors were shocked. This was the kind of request a new name that the Xiao Rong Kingdom would make when it submitted to someone.

Wu Ziyan knew his plan had succeeded, but he was still wary. He looked at her with an indescribable gaze: "Aqing, let's call you Aqing. Don't be so cold. Your handsomeness will steal my thunder."

Lu Aza murmured her name: "Aqing...Aqing." It was a very gentle name, while her original name meant warrior.

Wu Ziyan arranged for the guards to treat their wounds, and then returned to her carriage to relax. However, she knew that there were still wolves lurking in the shadows in her group, but they posed no immediate threat. So she was about to begin her "Operation Wolf Sweep 2".

Inside the carriage, Sima Lingchuan looked at Wu Ziyan's face and said, "Brother Yuxiu, look at Ziyan's expression. Something seems off."

Yes, Wu Ziyan's face was bruised and purple. Han Yuxiu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes when he heard Sima Lingchuan's anxious voice. He was also quite frightened by Wu Ziyan's appearance.

He hurriedly took her pulse, but strangely, it was normal and strong, not like someone suffering from heart failure. He quickly asked her if she was feeling unwell: "What's wrong with you? Are you still alive, Wu Ziyan? Wu Ziyan!" He was so anxious that he was ready to slap her face!

Wu Ziyan was resting with her eyes closed. She thought something serious had happened, but Han Yuxiu called her so loudly, even using his full name. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him: "What's wrong?"

"Ziyan, do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

Wu Ziyan shook her head, but her lips had already turned purple. Han Yuxiu sighed, his eyes filled with despair: "This is probably a final burst of energy before death. We're all going to die!"

"Brother Yu Xiu, Zi Yan is very lucky! Spit it out! How can you say such things!"

"Reporting to Miss, we will arrive at our destination in half a day."

"Ziyan, you must hold on! We'll be there in half a day!" Sima Lingchuan gripped his hand tightly.

Wu Ziyan frowned, finding their talk incomprehensible: "What are you talking about! What do you mean by 'hold on' and 'last gasp'?"

Without a mirror, it's inconvenient, but they don't say it directly. At this moment, Han Yuxiu's tone was calm and even somewhat desperate: "Your lungs are already poisoned, there's no saving you, you're going to die."

Wu Ziyan was taken aback when he heard it so clearly, then burst out laughing: "Don't worry, I'm lucky, I won't die. And even if I do, I won't let you die."