Jiang Ning couldn't help cursing inwardly.
It was no surprise that these people could recognize her at a glance.
After all, who told her to always love to wander out of the palace?
Despite having a master of disguise right by her side, she had forgotten to disguise herself first.
A miscalculation, a big miscalculation.
Indeed, at any time, one must not lose their cool and rational judgement.
"Seventh Miss, don't be afraid, I'll handle them." Gufeng stood in front of Jiang Ning, speaking with self-confidence.
"Gufeng, there are about ten people here, are you sure you can handle them?" Jiang Ning whispered, "It's the wise man who knows what's best. I think we'd better run!"
"No way, I, Gufeng, won't do something humiliating like retreating in the face of battle." Gufeng glanced at Jiang Ning's expression, quickly chuckled, "Seventh Miss, if you retreat, it wouldn't be humiliating at all."
"Drop it."