Xiao Hen never imagined he would be the one to fall out of the crowd, how long had it been since such an incident had befallen him?
He was clearly attacked by bandits, yet the bandits could be crushed to death by a falling signboard, and when encountering thieves, they could be sent flying by a passing carriage…
Could it really be that donning men's clothing again had brought bad luck?
Had he been trampled by those horse hooves, he would have died without knowing how.
Luckily, because everyone had swarmed forward to see the Princess, the passable area of the street became narrow, which forced the carriage to slow down somewhat.
He still had time to get up and leave.
Xiao Hen braced himself on the ground, enduring the pain in his knees as he stood up.
But just as he took a step, he stepped on something slippery and smack—down he went!
He face-planted grandly, and now he was truly——
"Ah! Not good!"
