Outside Nanjing City, Leng Junhan, dressed in white clothes stained with blood (both his own and others'), was fortunately not seriously injured. He無奈地低頭看了看身上的傷口，回頭再看向身後，一直追在他身後的大內侍衛還冇有追上來這才微微鬆了口氣，靠在山坡上準備歇息片刻。,"Where do you think you can run Surrender immediately!" A group of people blocked Leng Junhan's path ahead. He sighed, secretly cursing Mo Xiaobao’s ancestors, before putting on a kind smile and said, "What does this mean",Upon hearing this, Miss Qian was shocked. She suddenly turned around to look at Leng Junhan. The guilt on the face of the young man whose white clothes were stained with blood told her that it wasn’t someone sent by the Emperor who wanted to sow discord between them but rather something might have happened as such.。