Her horse, seemingly also terrified, reared up, its forelegs lifting threateningly as if it was about to trample her.
Without a second thought, Han Wuye reached out and snatched Nangong Jing up from the ground where she was nearly struck.
Nangong Jing's face lost all color, and she clung tightly to his arm, burying herself in his embrace.
Everyone's face changed at this.
No way?
In front of the entire assembly, the Nangong Family's precious daughter and Han Wuye were… uh… this…
What the crowd couldn't see, however, was the chill that flashed through Nangong Jing's eyes as she held onto Han Wuye and fell backward.
She was planning a murder-suicide, dragging Han Wuye down with her!
Just to eliminate Han Wuye from the competition, she was even willing to sacrifice her own reputation as a lady.
Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow: "Ah, indeed, there's another youngster from the Nangong Family who advanced."
"That witch! She's using dirty tricks!"
"It's all over! They've fallen down!"
