Huan Qiu let out an alarmed shout, pulling out her soft sword from her waist and flying out through the carriage curtain.
Outside the carriage, the clash of swords and knives erupted; it must have been Huan Qiu fighting the assassins, and the Secret Guards assigned to her by Nangong Yi had also taken action.
As Cai Wei pondered, suddenly "Whoosh—" a sharp arrow unexpectedly penetrated the sandalwood carriage wall and flew in, its pointed tip flashing coldly, stopping less than a centimeter from Cai Wei's nose.
"Damn!"
Cai Wei cursed, releasing her grip on the arrow shaft, and let out a long breath: "That was close!" If it weren't for her quick reflexes to catch the shaft in time, she would most likely be downed by now.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
