The struggle was on the verge of erupting.
Yan Wanqing knew that, given her current situation, it was absolutely impossible for her to escape unscathed, she needed to think of another way.
She turned her gaze towards the Angel Envoy.
"Let's make a deal," Yan Wanqing took the initiative, "You capture me and take me to the Radiant Church, giving Song Huaxu an explanation, but for now, you need to send someone to rescue us."
The Angel Envoy sneered, "You think very quickly."
"If I die here, you won't survive either," Yan Wanqing said bluntly, "Tonight is the ugliest night in the Northern Border, no one will let the witnesses of this ugliness go, so you too will not escape death!"
The Angel Envoy fell silent; he knew Yan Wanqing was right.
How could the nobles of the entire Northern Border let go of a witness like him.
Even if he wouldn't speak out.
But as long as he was alive, as long as he existed, he would be a thorn in their flesh.
