Miss Han couldn't care less about Hua Tianyou's nervousness; her entire mind was on Zhao Zun now.
She considered that her feelings for Zhao Zun weren't very deep; busy with her business, she rarely thought of Zhao Zun.
Yet at this critical moment of life and death for Zhao Zun, an indescribable anxiety grew in her heart, as if she were about to lose something most precious.
Riding the motorcycle in the night wind, Miss Han shouted, "How much farther?"
Hearing this, Ping Chuan craned his neck to look at the lit area ahead, carefully discerning the scene before him amid the night.
"That's Niuwei Slope over there. This wide official road is the necessary path for the Turkic army. If the Prince wants to ambush, he would definitely choose behind Niuwei Slope."
Ping Chuan pointed at the hill not far ahead and answered loudly.
Having followed Zhao Zun for years, he was very familiar with the terrain within a hundred li outside the North Gate.
