Bab 1142: A Scar on His Chest

Lu Yeming touched the gunshot on his chest, the warm blood spilling out onto his fingertips.

Lifting his eyes to look at the lithe figure that quickly got further and further away from him, his expression was grim.

"Ah, I'm really scared. West Duke is there, hurry up and catch him!"

Jun Xiqing ran over, mixing into the royal guards. Her voice was frail and pitiful, like a frightened young maiden.

The entire time, she hadn't turned back, lifting her hand to take off the cloak and she pulled her hair up into an updo. With just a wave of an arm, she quickly disguised her face and changed her appearance. It took her a mere 30 seconds to disguise herself amongst the royal guards.

Lei Ze rushed over with his men. "Where is the West Duke? We must not let this dangerous character escape!"

Though Lei Ze and Jun Xiqing crossed paths, he hadn't noticed her at all in the thrum of people.