The servant let out a horrible scream and fell from his horse.
"Miss Gu, you--" The third son was dumbfounded.
"Turn around!" Gu Jiao didn't have time to explain.
The third son, having seen the world with Gu Jiao, didn't falter. If it was some other, they would have probably fainted from choking.
He didn't ask why they were turning around; he trusted Gu Jiao.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. The black-clothed men, hidden by the field ridges, charged towards Gu Jiao's carriage like arrows.
Everyone's hands held gleaming steel knives, their eyes sharp and filled with killing intent!
Without counting, Gu Jiao knew there were ten of them.
They sure held her in high regard, sending so many men to ambush her!
"You go first!"
Gu Jiao jumped off the carriage.
Without making a fuss, the third son left. He knew full well his limitations. Without martial arts skills, he would become a burden if he stayed.