Yang Suyi's face changed, and he immediately walked towards the direction of the King's Tent. After taking two steps, he stopped, turned back, and looked at Shang Ruyi with a complex expression: "Young Madam, you should hurry back. If there's any danger, someone can protect you."
Shang Ruyi nodded: "Thank you."
After speaking, Yang Suyi had already walked away.
Watching his figure disappear into the night, Shang Ruyi hurried back to the camp. Along the way, she saw the Imperial Guard mobilizing, the accompanying guards were all tense, and the people in the camp were like startled birds, some even running out without properly wearing their clothes.
Yet, no one knew what had happened.
As soon as Shang Ruyi returned to her tent, Tushere came up: "Miss, are you okay?"
Shang Ruyi shook her head: "I'm fine. What happened over there?"
Mu Xian also walked forward: "I have sent someone to the King's Tent to find out the news."
Tushere said: "Could it be, an assassin?"
