Jiang Yuyu's eyes darted, and she ran to Yang Cuicui's side.
"Mother, let Zhang Yuanwai's men come and catch her."
Yang Cuicui was actually quite afraid of the several men behind Chuzheng, but it was the presence of Zhang Yuanwai's men outside that bolstered her courage.
Hearing Jiang Yuyu's words, Yang Cuicui thought it made sense.
She went out and spoke a few words to the people outside.
Sure enough, those people came in with reinforcements.
They had many people and didn't take Chuzheng and those few bandits seriously, "Is that her?"
"Yes, yes, yes, this is the bride," Yang Cuicui hurriedly echoed.
"Go, bring her up to the sedan chair."
The other party gestured with a wave of his hand.
The house servants at the back, immediately stepped forward.
Chuzheng took a step back.
The bandits retreated along with her.
Their movements were so synchronized it was as if they had been trained.
Chuzheng: "..."
What the hell are you retreating for?!
