Miss
The sword halted in place, the man's grip loosening slightly.
"Miss." The soldier turned back, a trace of panic on his face.
"What?" the "miss" replied coldly, her expression stern as she looked at the tall "beggar" in front of her through the thin sheets of the luxurious carriage peering into him, her deep emerald eyes seemed to right see through Lu Zhen.
"This person is of unknown origin. We cannot let him go. What if he's one of the bandits from this forest?" the soldier said firmly.
"It's fine," a feminine voice from inside the carriage speaking with authority. "Let him join our caravan."
"What?"
All the soldiers stood frozen, eyes wide with surprise. Faint murmurs slowly spread among them.
"But... but..." The lead soldier, still holding his sword, stammered, wanting to protest.
"No buts," the voice from inside the carriage came again, colder this time.
"Sir, you may enter this carriage and travel with us."