Xuexue looked bewildered and asked Long Rui, "Prince, what are they doing?"
Long Rui shook his head, watching the crowd madly rushing towards them with a cold gaze.
At this moment, a man and a woman, already out of breath, ran towards them urgently shouting, "Don't go any further, quickly turn around and escape with your carriage!"
They appeared to be in their twenties, wearing coarse cloth clothes, the fabric washed to the point of fading, with a few patched spots. Their skin was tanned very dark, suggesting they were villagers from nearby.
Xuexue leaned out the window and curiously asked, "Big sister, big brother, why are you running? Why are so many people chasing you? Did you do something bad and anger the villagers?"
The man was somewhat displeased, saying, "Little girl, you can eat whatever you want but don't say whatever you want. We are not thieves, just honest farmers."
Xuexue pointed behind them, curiously asking, "Why are they chasing you then?"
