Behind Butler Xue, there were more than a dozen guards standing, stopping in place with the team of carriages and horses.

The two parties were dressed in completely different clothes, and they seemed to have met by chance on this wilderness path and were discussing something.

A trace of tragic bitterness appeared on Ye Zhaoyan's face.

She doesn't want to give up.

The convoy in the distance obviously noticed these two people.

"What's going on?" Beside the gorgeous carriage, a steward asked with a frown.

After hearing that person's inquiry, Butler Xue immediately walked over with a respectful expression.

"We passed by by chance and saw a conflict between this woman and a group of beggars. The beggars injured and defiled the woman! We took her home in front of others."

"That's it? Yanzhong, you go and escort me." A voice came from the carriage.

"Yes!" A middle-aged man jumped off his horse and ran quickly to Ye Zhaoyan.

Ye Zhaoyan's face had already been hidden in the arms of the young man in green.

The man named Yan Zhong was stunned when he saw Ye Zhaoyan's tattered dress, and a flash of sympathy flashed in his eyes.

Ye Zhaoyan was a little frustrated.

Although the young man's hand in green seemed to be gently protecting the back of her head, it was actually holding it firmly, preventing her from moving.
Chapter completed!