The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1021 - 1021 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_2

Chapter 1021: 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_2 Chapter 1021: 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_2 “Charge together! Cut them down!”

Some soldiers echoed with fervor.

Guard Captain Liu took the lead, charging out ahead, and the rest of the soldiers, also fired up by hot blood—mainly because they saw Gu Jiao carrying an injured person on her back and truly thought she was helpless.

Little did they know, Gu Jiao had tied the old marquis tightly to her back with cloth strips. She freed her hands, one clutching a spear tightly, and the other tossing a small backpack to Gu Chengfeng.

Immediately after, she swung her hand backward, throwing a black fire bead, blasting a bloody path!

The huge commotion shocked the entire Governor’s Mansion, even the soldiers of Chen Country stationed outside were alarmed by the series of loud bangs. However, Gu Jiao and Gu Chengfeng moved extremely quickly. By the time a large army arrived to encircle them, they had already scaled the walls of the Governor’s Mansion and mounted horses hidden nearby in advance.

There were two horses in total. Gu Jiao carried the old marquis on one horse, while Gu Chengfeng rode the other alone.

The three of them quickly disappeared into the streets of Lingguan City.

“My lord!”

Near the Wine Cellar, the seriously injured Guard Captain Liu kneeled to a man in a silver fox cape.

The man appeared to be in his thirties, burly and tall, with a stern visage and deep-set eyes, exuding aristocracy in every move he made.

He didn’t seem angry, but everyone still alive felt as if their throats were being squeezed, struggling to breathe.

The man paid no attention to Liu, who was kneeling on the ground, nor to the other soldiers scattered by the explosion. He simply approached a pile of black fire bead residue, crouching down his noble body, and touched the remains on the ground with slender fingers, a flash of severity and confusion crossing his features.

“Yan Country people?”

He muttered to himself.

Guard Captain Liu didn’t catch what he said, not because the man’s voice was too soft, but because the explosion had messed with Liu’s hearing. He asked, “My lord, should we chase them?”

“Chase,” the man in the silver fox cape said indifferently. “We need a captive.”

“Ah…” That kid was so formidable; it was already tough to kill him, and now to capture him alive, isn’t that—

Guard Captain Liu wanted to say it was too demanding for these soldiers, but he also knew this lord never took back his words.

They could either obey or die.

The cold wind howled, and snowflakes fell in a flurry.

Gu Jiao and Gu Chengfeng, braving the snow that pelted their faces, scrambled endlessly through the night, their limbs frozen stiff, their bodies gradually losing sensation.

Ice had formed on Gu Jiao’s long eyelashes, turning into frost.

Yet, it was thanks to this heavy snow that their tracks were hidden.

Gu Chengfeng wanted to ask Gu Jiao where exactly they were heading, but his mouth was numbed by the cold, unable to utter a word.

Just when the three of them were almost frozen into ice pops, Gu Jiao finally stopped the horses.

The moment she gripped the reins to pull up, pain shot through Gu Jiao’s palm as if it had shattered.

“Are we… are we there?” Gu Chengfeng’s words slurred as he spoke.

“Yes,” Gu Jiao managed to respond. She wasn’t in much better shape than Gu Chengfeng and could barely speak. She slowly released her stiff hands, but the reins had already frozen to her palms.

Her Red-Tasseled Spear hadn’t frozen along with her hands, but having held it for so long, she struggled to stretch her stiff fingers.

Both expended great effort just to dismount the horses.

The horses, exhausted, were puffing heavily.

“Where are we?” Gu Chengfeng asked, his face pale.

“I don’t know.” Gu Jiao wasn’t familiar with the terrain of the borderlands; she was simply avoiding the pursuers from the former dynasty by intuition.

“Let’s keep moving forward,”

she said.

She lifted her hand, which had regained a bit of sensation, gripped the horse’s reins with one hand, and her Red-Tasseled Spear with the other.

Gu Chengfeng remembered that she had originally carried the Red-Tasseled Spear on her back, but now that she was carrying her grandfather, she had to hold it in her hand.

“Give it to me,” he said, reaching out his hand.

“You can’t handle it,” Gu Jiao said.

“How could I not? I am a man!” Gu Chengfeng said, somewhat slighted, and reached for Gu Jiao’s Red-Tasseled Spear.

Gu Jiao glanced at him indifferently and let go.

“Damn!”

Gu Chengfeng fell to his knees, unable to hold back swearing.

What kind of Red-Tasseled Spear was this?

Why was it so heavy?

And he hadn’t noticed before in the urgency of escape, but now that he took a good look, he was almost thunderstruck—the shock could have stopped his heart!

How could there be such an horrendously ugly Red-Tasseled Spear in the world!

Were the big red flowers on the spear really serious? And who had braided the red tassels into tiny braids?!

Gu Chengfeng felt like he was about to cry from the ugliness!