At the appointed time, Li Huailian left Tianlao. Qi Han came forward with orders and bowed slightly in front of her: "The three adults can leave now. If Your Highness is not at ease, then follow them to take a look."

  Li Huaiyu nodded and grabbed the chain in her hand, following them out together.

  Only Xu Xian, Yun Lancheng and Han Xiao were sentenced to death. Huaiyu saw them being taken out and sighed: "This goodbye is a permanent one, Lord Qi, let me say two words of farewell to them?"

  Zihan was ordered by the emperor to come and take the military symbol, this small request naturally had to be satisfied, just two sentences, it wouldn't hinder anything.

  The guards around them all retreated five steps, leaving the four of them beside the carriage.

  "Head west." Looking at them, Huai Yu said, "Lu Jing Xing is waiting for us on the west side."

  Xu Xian furrowed his brow and looked around in a circle before saying, "Your Highness, things are probably not that simple."

  Even if they managed to get out of Kyoto, they probably wouldn't be able to go very far.

  "Don't worry." Huai Yu smiled, "When you see Lu Jing Xing, you'll understand."

  "And what about you?" Yun Lianqing was worried, "With only one person left, how will you cope?"

  Her eyebrows slightly raised, Huai Yu said: "Who told you I was the only one left?"

  Yun Lian Qing didn't understand, apart from them and Lu Jinghang, who else was by the prince's side? Those two were still in the great prison, they hadn't come out yet.

  Moreover, Qi Han beside him should be suspicious. Li Huaiyu shook his head and waved to them: "Have a smooth journey."

  Looking at her thin and weak body, Xu Xian and others were not feeling well in their hearts, but for now, there was really no other way, they could only get on the car and watch her standing alone on the spot.

  "If there's a chance, we'll come to rescue Your Highness with our lives on the line." Han Xiao was the last one to get on the carriage and said this in a low voice.

  Li Huaiyu smiled and said with great satisfaction: "What more could one ask for!"

  The horse carriage rattled along the road, rolling over the lush green grass in the suburbs, and sped westward. Qi Han looked at it, came forward to bow his hands and said: "Your Majesty has released the prisoners as promised, shouldn't Your Highness also hand over the military token?"

  "What's the hurry?" Hua Yu looked at him with a scolding gaze, "We've only just walked out, how far have we gone? Can't I take you there myself after they arrive at the station?"

  Zi Han frowned: "Your Highness, don't play any tricks."

  She pinched the chain in her hand and looked at him, then pointed to her weak and frail body. Huai Yu asked: "What else can I do?"

  She seemed to be barely holding on, so weak that she was almost ready to meet her maker. Qi Han thought that when a person reached this point, it wasn't just women who wouldn't have any more sinister thoughts - even men wouldn't have the energy for them either.

  So he waited quietly beside him.

  Li Huaiyu quietly looked at this suburban small road.

  She had been to this place before, and the moonlight was very good at that time. She coquettishly said she wanted to spend the night here, but Jiang Xuanjin didn't respond. Instead, he carried her on his back with a straight face, walking step by step back home.

  When he carried her on his back, his back was straight, so she had to use a lot of strength to hold onto his shoulders in order not to fall off, but Huaiyu felt very happy.

  Now I recall, in a daze it seems like I can feel the flowing moonlight and the fragrance of sandalwood on that person's body.

  She smiled slightly, curving her lips upwards.

  Even if nothing is left in the end, at least there are many things that she has gone through with him. It's good to have gone through it, who cares about the outcome.

  The sun was about to set, Huai Yu calculated the time and saw that no one came to report any news, so she estimated that Xu Xian and others should have already joined forces with Lu Jinghang and were safe.

  Then she turned around and said to Qi Han: "Go to Ming Shan Palace."

  "Ming Shan Palace?" Qi Han furrowed his brow. "Don't try to deceive people, that place has already been searched by the Emperor's men and no military token was found."

  Li Huaiyu rolled her eyes and said, "The things I've hidden, can you guys still find them?"

  Zi Han looked at her suspiciously, thought for a moment, and perhaps there was something in the Mingyue Palace that they couldn't open. He nodded to let someone take her into the palace.

  However, when they arrived at the Ming Shan Palace, Huai Yu didn't go to the side hall to open the secret room mechanism, but instead walked directly into the courtyard and rummaged through the withered grass clumps, digging out the military token after a few digs.

  Zi Han's mouth twitched with laughter.

  "Your Highness, you've placed the military tally of the 30,000 Imperial Guards... here?"

  He patted the mud on his head and asked seriously, "Can't I?"

  It's too careless! Who would have thought that something so important would be casually thrown into the bushes? No wonder Your Majesty searched everywhere but couldn't find it!

  "Here's something for you." Huai Yu said, "Can I ask how I'll die tomorrow?"

  After carefully examining the token, Qi Han said: "Your Highness's technique of dying and coming back to life has already been heard by us. White gentleman has made a great effort to protect the body of the Fourth Miss, so tomorrow will only be the execution of the soul, not the execution of the body."

  Her face showed a look of great horror, Hua Yu furrowed her brow and asked sternly: "Who came up with this idea?!"

  Seeing her so excited, Qi Heng felt a sense of security in his heart and coldly said: "Didn't expect it? When you were the Princess, you weren't popular, when you were the Fourth Miss of the Bai family, even the maids by your side didn't like you. She knew all your secrets and directly went to tell White Yu Shi and Liu Da Ren."

  "How could this be?" Huai Yu clutched her head in anguish, "Ling Xiu... how could she betray me?!"

  "Many injustices will ultimately lead to one's own downfall." Qi Han looked down at her condescendingly and said, "You snatched the body of Bai Si's young mistress, so naturally her servants would want to take it back for their master. I heard that your soul is not at peace, and tomorrow there will be ten high-ranking monks, along with a golden Buddha from Hanshan Temple, all waiting to send you on your way."

  Li Huaiyu's face was filled with pain, her complexion turned pale. Qi Han felt very relieved, waved his hand to have someone escort her back to the Heavenly Prison, and then took the military token to report back to Long Yan Palace.

  As he walked away, the pretentious expression on Huai Yu's face slowly dissipated, and she followed the guard with a puzzled look in her eyes.

  When did Ling Xiu find out she wasn't Bai Si's younger sister?

  That little girl has always been timid, and she would tremble all over when speaking a few words. How could she have the nerve to deceive Bai Dezhong and Liu Yunlie?

  She's not afraid of Buddha, she has stayed in the Buddhist hall of Moju without any problem, Lingxiu knows. But she actually told people that her soul can't get close to Buddha?

  Her throat was slightly tight, and Li Huaiyu gave a low laugh.

  Silly girl.

  The ninth day of the ninth month is the Chongyang Festival, which is considered by the people to be the day when the yang energy is strongest. The "Prayer for Good Fortune" ceremony in front of the imperial ancestral temple has already been arranged, and Li Huaiyu sits obediently on a bamboo bed in her cell, allowing someone to dress her up.

  Lingxiu shook open the makeup box she had brought, took out a plum blossom crystal hairpin and a silver silk inlaid treasure comb, carefully styled her hair bun, and then served her to change into a Yudai peony embroidered skirt.

  Outside the prison were guards, and Huaiyu couldn't say a word, she could only stare at her quietly.

  The more she looked, the more frightened Lingxiu became, her small face as white as a sheet, her eyes drifting about, but not daring to fall on her face.

  Li Huaiyu raised an eyebrow, just feeling strange, when this little girl suddenly grabbed her hand and wiped something over.

  Agarwood Buddhist rosary.

  Her pupils constricted, she opened her mouth in astonishment: "You..."

  "Your Highness, don't bear a grudge against me." Suddenly interrupting her, Ling Xiu said, "I just want the original Xiao Jie back."

  She glanced outside and pouted, frowning: "Have I treated you badly?"

  "Good......" Ling Xiu nodded slightly, "Your Highness has been very good to me, but... why isn't Your Highness also xiǎojiě."

  "When did you figure it out?" Huai Yu asked. "I used the body of your family's younger sister, logically speaking, I shouldn't have been detected."

  Ling Xiu took a deep breath, plucked up her courage and said loudly: "I have been serving xiaojie since I was a child, growing up with you. Whether or not you are xiaojie, others may not know, but I am very clear in my heart!"

  "Hahaha!"

  As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from outside, and it was Liu Yunlie.

  Li Huaiyu turned around, only to see him still sitting on the sedan chair, being carried and placed in front of the prison cell bars, with a mocking expression: "Your Highness didn't expect this, did you? After all the calculations, you were actually defeated by a little maid."

  Ling Xiu hastily got up and ran to his side, kneeling down: "Lord Liu."

  "Hmm." Looking at her with great satisfaction, Liu Yunlie said, "You're a sensible person, and you'll definitely get your benefits later on."

  Ling Xiu's face showed a happy expression, and she lowered her head timidly.

  He pulled down his sleeve to cover the Buddhist beads on his wrist, wiped his face with a jade pendant and changed into a cold smile, staring at Ling Xiu: "I must have been blind!"

  Ling Xiu was so frightened that she hid behind Liu Yunlie's back.

  Liu Yunlie snorted: "What are you afraid of her for? You're about to dissipate into nothingness, and won't even have the chance to become a ghost."

  "Really?" Ling Xiu asked softly.

  "Can this be fake?" Liu Yunlie sneered, "The high monks in Hanshan Temple are all very formidable."

  Ling Xiu seemed to have let out a sigh of relief and said: "Then I'll help Your Highness finish her makeup."

  "Hurry up." Liu Yunlie said, "The time is almost here."

  "Yes!" She ran back to Li Huaiyu's side and quickly picked up the rouge and powder placed beside her, carefully applying it to her.

  Liu Yunlie was impatient and couldn't wait any longer. After listening to two sentences, he felt that Lingxiu was indeed fine, so he ordered the sedan chair to be lifted and headed towards the ancestral temple first.

  "Don't worry." The delicate voice whispered extremely softly as she wiped off the lipstick from her ear, "Nothing will happen."

  Li Huaiyu heard it, her eyelashes trembled, and she rubbed the Buddhist beads in her hand, her mind filled with doubts that were hard to dispel.

  Tai often said that today would be a sunny day, but it's almost noon and the sun hasn't come out yet. The sky is overcast with dark clouds, and the wind blowing has a chill to it.

  Li Huailian sat on the dragon chair directly opposite the altar, gently rubbing his brow, with a deep look of fatigue.

  "Your Majesty?" asked Qi Han anxiously with his hands clasped together.

  "It doesn't matter," he said, "I just haven't been sleeping well these past two days."

  Ning Guifei beside her listened and wanted to speak but hesitated.

  Your Majesty, is it just that you haven't been sleeping well for the past two days? He has always woken up in the middle of the night and sat alone on the dragon bed, lost in thought. These two days have been particularly severe, falling asleep for less than an hour before waking up, asking him what's wrong but he won't say anything, just letting her hum a tune to him.

  Ning Guifei was the most favored in the harem, even though she was two years older than the emperor, the emperor always loved to rest in her palace. Outsiders all thought she had a way with the master, but Ning Guifei herself knew that the only thing she was good at was humming tunes.

  This young emperor seems to lack nothing but someone to lull him to sleep.

  Unfortunately, even if she was willing to coax him, he still couldn't fall asleep.

  Ten senior monks wearing golden thread kasaya, presenting an array of sitting around the altar, a tall golden Buddha placed on the altar, with a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.

  Li Huailian waited quietly, and soon, the sound of chains echoed from the entrance of the altar.

  She was wearing her favorite Yáo Chí Mǔ Dān gōng zhuāng from back then, her looks had changed but her aura remained the same, with the sound of the chain echoing, she walked step by step towards the altar, her back straight and a hint of a smile on her lips.

  She felt his gaze and looked over, her smile fading, her eyes growing cold.

  The guard behind her growled something and she stiffened, slowly kneeling down in his direction.

  Must be very disappointed in him? Li Huailian smiled wryly, stroking the dragon head on the armrest, thinking that his imperial sister had once said that he would definitely become a wise ruler of a generation, but before becoming a wise ruler, he first became a tyrant.

  Isn't it very regrettable? Regret having such a brother as him.

  His hand, which had been clenched into a fist, slowly relaxed. Li Huailin regained his composure, glanced at the time, and said, "Let's begin."

  The position belonging to Zi Yang Jun was empty, a cool breeze swept by, and the dark red chair surface emitted a layer of cold air.

  Li Huaiyu glanced at the chair, pinched the Buddhist beads in her hand, and lay down on the altar.

  Around the altar were placed eight incense burners, and as soon as she stepped up, incense was lit in the burners. The chanting of the monks around her grew louder, a cacophony of "mīmī" and "wōng" sounds that gave people headaches.

  Li Huailian lowered his eyes and didn't look, rubbing the carved dragon on the armrest again and again. When he rubbed it for the twentieth time, a mournful cry came from the altar.

  "Ah——" A needle pierced her brow, and Li Huaiyu cried out in pain, startling the guards around the altar to retreat two steps back.

  The monk with the needle looked at her and muttered to himself.

  Hua Yu furrowed her brow and listened carefully; it was the first section of the Guanyin Sutra.

  A long time ago, when Jiang Xuanjin was in a bad mood and scowling because of the noise, she said to him: "This is what happens when you recite the 'Guanyin Sutra'."

  Her heart shrank slightly, her tension dissipated, and she actually let out a low laugh.

  The monk who was holding the needle frowned and turned his back on the emperor, shaking his head at her.

  Can't laugh.

  Hua Yu was taken aback, raised an eyebrow and looked at the monk, her eyes falling on the Buddhist beads hanging from his neck, and finally knew what was wrong.

  There were ten large beads on the Buddhist rosary worn by this monk, and each one was engraved with a word. Wherever her eyes landed, she could see the three words "giving", "abstinence" and "tolerance".

  The same as the words engraved on her wrist.

  Taking a light breath, Li Huaiyu clenched her fist.

  These people...

  "Oh, it hurts! Ah!" The chanting voices around grew louder, and the wailing on the altar also grew louder.

  A crowd of royal relatives stood beside, not daring to make a sound, fearing that Dan Yang's spirit would come out and entangle someone. But those monks seemed to be really powerful, after reciting several Buddhist scriptures, Dan Yang's mournful cries became smaller and weaker.

  With a "whoosh" sound, the high-ranking monk on the altar waved his sleeve, and a large flame suddenly burst into the air. The fire was extremely fierce, but in an instant, it turned into flying ash.

  "What's that?" Li Huailin frowned and asked.

  Qihans beside him cupped his hands and said: "Perhaps it's been burned by the soul."

  The high monk didn't stop, opened a small arm-long stone strip, took out the symbol from it, lit it with the candle on the case table, and threw it into the air, again "Boom" a ball of fire burst.

  The person lying on the altar let out a dry, mournful cry from their throat, and their hand unwillingly stretched out into the air, trembling twice before falling back down powerlessly.

  At the same time, the monk on the other side pulled out a burlap sack, lit the last ball of fire, and then swept it up with the sack.

  The burlap sack was bulging, and it seemed like there was something moving inside.

  Everyone gasped in shock, and those with weaker nerves turned around and ran far away.

  Li Huailian looked at the bag with a complex expression and asked Liu Yunlie sideways: "Where's the thing?"

  Liu Yunlie handed over a treasure box, he opened it, and inside was a crushed jade pendant.

  "Let them be judged together." Li Huailin had someone bring the box to the altar.

  The high monk then took the treasure box, glanced at it for a moment, and threw it into the fire basin beside him to burn it. He also instructed someone to spread the word: "The vengeful spirit has been appeased, but two more days of Buddhist rituals are needed to help its soul ascend."

  On the side, Bai De's old tears flowed horizontally, and he came up to kneel down in front of Li Huai Lin: "Your Majesty, can you return the pearl to your old minister?"

  Li Huailian looked at the lifeless person on the altar, thought for a moment, and said: "Take her to Fulu Palace to rest, when she wakes up, I still have something to ask."

  The emperor is cautious and won't let people go so easily.

  Bai De's eyes drooped heavily, and he stiffly responded with a "yes", then led several people forward to carry down the unconscious Bai Zhuji.

  "Zhu Qi..." He leaned in to sniff her breath, and in front of so many people, Bai Dezhong no longer cared about etiquette or dignity, directly choking with sobs, tears streaming down his face.

  Li Huailian looked on and pursed his lips, saying: "Bai Si also suffered an unjust disaster."

  "Yes." Yu Yunlie responded in unison, turning his head to look at Ling Xiu beside him, "You follow and take a look, if it's your younger sister who has returned, have someone come and report."

  Ling Xiu is able to distinguish between Dan Yang and Bai Si's younger sister, let her take a look, can eliminate future troubles.

  "Yes." Ling Xiu replied cleverly and followed Bai Dezhong to Fulu Palace.

  The guards kept a close watch, not relaxing at all even after the exorcism was over. But Bai Yu Shi was truly heartbroken, and they didn't see any weakness in him at all. Listening to his mournful cries, they were also infected with a bit of sadness.

  They arrived at Fulu Palace and stood guard outside the temple, leaving two minutes of silence for the people inside.

  Bai De couldn't stop crying and didn't dare to stop even if there were no tears on his face, but his voice was full of genuine emotions.

  Li Huaiyu opened her eyes and looked at him, softly praising: "You're also impressive!"

  I thought he was a serious person and wouldn't act, but who knew he was an old actor. Hearing this mournful cry, she almost thought she had died herself.

  Glaring at her, Bái Dé Hēn cried while writing on the table with water: "Out of the palace."

  Lingxiu stuck close to the door and listened for a moment, then ran back anxiously and whispered: "It's no good, there are people everywhere outside, we can't get out."

  They thought that by deceiving heaven and earth on the altar, they could take her away, but who would have thought that the emperor was so cautious that he wouldn't let anyone go until she woke up and asked questions.

  The white pearl in front of me is still Li Huaiyu, what if I couldn't deceive the emperor? The White House and the monks on the Man altar would definitely be implicated.

  Bai Dezhong and Ling Xiu were both somewhat anxious, but Li Huaiyu sitting opposite them was very calm.

  She held her chin and curiously asked them: "Don't you want to see Little Fourth Sister come back?"

  Bai Zhu is actually Bai Dezhong's own daughter. What reason does he have to help this former most hated Eldest Princess?

  Ling Xiu crouched beside her, saying in a low voice: "I have served xiǎojiě for over ten years. If possible, I also want to let xiǎojiě come back."

  However, her younger sister had died on April 4th.

  Five days ago, a high-ranking monk from Hanshan Temple came to the White Mansion and told them that only when a person dies will their body be occupied by another soul. Once this soul is driven away, the original body becomes just a corpse.

  In other words, it was Li Huaiyu who kept Bai Sijie alive. Once something happened to her, Bai Sijie would also be finished.

  Lingxiu explained these words to Li Huaiyu in a low voice, with a somewhat sorrowful expression.

  Li Huaiyu was silent.

  To be honest, the three souls and seven spirits thing, even if she had borrowed a corpse to return her soul, it's still not very clear what kind of trick this is. These high-ranking monks who have never died before, why are they so certain that Bai Sihou's soul must be gone?

  She touched the Buddhist beads on her wrist, and her eyes moved slightly. A subtle feeling that was hard to put into words rose up in her heart.

  "What should we do now?" Ling Xiu was still anxious.

  Bai De stopped his mournful cries and furrowed his brow, looking troubled.

  Hua Yu lightly knocked on the table: "Just find a fire source and it's fine."

  Even if they didn't lend a hand today, she had already prepared an escape plan for herself. Now that she was in the Fulu Palace, everything became much simpler.

  She got up and steadied herself against the table, then slowly made her way to the door.

  "What are you doing?" Ling Xiu was frightened and followed her to support her, looked at the four shadows reflected on the temple door, shook his head repeatedly, "There is someone, someone is guarding!"

  "I know." Huaiyu nodded and walked to the gate of the hall, stretched out her hand and gently knocked twice.

  "What's going on?" A person guarding outside turned around in confusion and asked a sentence.

  The guard next to him responded with a knife hand.

  With a loud "bang", the guard fell to the ground along with his sword, and the temple gate was immediately pushed open.

  Ling Xiu was shocked and pulled Li Huaiyu back, looking up to see three people wearing guard uniforms walking in, removing their silver-red helmet, holding it in their hands and bowing: "Your Highness!"

  "No time to waste." Taking the lighter from Qingxuan, Huaiyu turned around and said to Baidesheng and Lingxiu: "You two quickly leave here and report to His Majesty that I have woken up, ask him to come see me."

  Bai De looked at the three guards again and frowned: "You want to escape?"

  "I won't run, waiting for more people to die?" With a cold smile, Huai Yu reached out and grabbed Bai Dezhong's arm, half-supporting and half-pushing him outside.

  This action is very unbecoming and contrary to etiquette. The old man's eyebrows furrowed again, standing still outside the temple, he turned his head and said to her: "Article 72 of the Great Wei Law, intentionally setting fires and burning down official residences or palaces shall be punished with exile!"

  As soon as she heard this familiar emphasis, Huai Yu actually felt a little happy, raised her chin and pouted: "I'll burn myself after I'm done, don't worry!"

  Bai Dezhong's face was stern as he stared at her in silence for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Be careful on the road."

  Her throat tightened, and Huai Yu stared at him in shock.

  After saying that, Bái Dézhòng didn't plan on staying to watch her set the fire, and brought Líng Xiù along, leaving without looking back.

  This old man is really...

  Li Huaiyu couldn't help but smile wryly for a moment, shaking her head and rubbing her forehead.

  She took over the guard's uniform that Qingxuan had brought, changed into it, lit a fire with a lighter and ignited the silk curtains in Fulu Palace. When the fire was on, she calmly left Fulu Palace with Qingxuan and others.

  There were too many people locked up in the big prison for the case of rebellion, and Lu Jinghang couldn't get anyone out of death row, but he could get a few people with lighter sentences. Qingxuan and these people mixed in with the rebellious forbidden army being monitored, it was easy for Lu Jinghang to rescue them, now as long as they could smoothly exit the three gates, they would be completely safe.

  Her body still felt unwell, but Huaiyu forced herself to hold on, learning from the front row's demeanor, holding her head high and walking with a calm expression while gripping the knife.

  However, Bai Zhen's height was somewhat shorter. It was okay when she was alone, but standing with Qing Xuan and Chi Jin, she was a whole head shorter.

  "Over there." Just as they were leaving Fulu Palace, a patrolling Lang general hailed them from outside.

  Her heart tightened, Huai Yu held her breath and lowered her head, standing at the back. Qing Xuan and others naturally blocked her, cupped their hands and asked: "Does the adult have any orders?"

  The young master looked back at the little figure behind them with a puzzled expression: "Who is that?"

  Qing Xuan smiled, and the red gold and white jade looked around, finding that there was no one in the surrounding area, and they all smiled.

  "What are you laughing at?" Lang frowned, his mind already filled with suspicion. Just then, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and everything went black before his eyes.

  "Quickly!" Yu whispered urgently.

  Qing Xuan quickly dragged the unconscious Lang to a nearby thicket, with Chi Jin and Bai Xi supporting her on either side, and hastily made their way towards the palace gates.

  "Your Highness." Looking at the guards at the palace gate, Qing Xuan whispered, "Lu Zhuanggui has already contacted today's gatekeeper, Weiwei, but that person seems to be uncooperative. If we are exposed later, we may have to force our way in."

  "How could this be?" Li Huaiyu whispered, "Isn't that Weiwei a nice talker?"

  "I don't know what happened either, lower your head a bit." Qing Xuan said, taking out the forged imperial edict and stepping forward with big strides.

  As people approached, the guards holding painted halberds at the palace gate "clanged" and crossed their long halberds to block the way.

  Qingxuan held the imperial edict in both hands and walked to the front of Weiwei, bowing his head: "Carrying out the emperor's order to leave the palace."

  That Weiwei's eyes were quite strange, he looked at him twice, stretched out his hand to take the imperial edict, didn't open it immediately, but instead looked back at those few people.

  Chi Jin was very nervous, his tall body blocking over, completely shielding Li Huaiyu.

  However, there were many people standing on both sides of the palace gate, and he could block the Weiwei, but he couldn't block the sight of the guards beside him.

  "Sir!" A guard looked back at the little rascal sneaking around and couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

  Breathing slightly stifled, Li Huaiyu measured the situation and upon hearing this voice, had already made preparations to engage in a fierce battle.

  However, the Weiwei in charge pinched the imperial edict and slowly opened it to read, as if he hadn't heard the warning from the person beside him at all. After finishing reading, he made two notes on the record of leaving the palace, then waved his hand and said: "Let them go."

  Are they actually letting them go? Huai Yu was shocked, and Qing Xuan and others also loosened their grip on the hilt of their swords.

  Four people who looked suspicious managed to slip out of the palace under the noses of more than sixty guards at the gate.

  Until she got on the carriage, Li Huaiyu still couldn't quite believe it: "He's blind?"

  Qing Xuan shook his head: "Eyes like a torch, almost at a glance, I discovered that the jade seal on the imperial edict was fake. Just looking at my eyes makes me feel cautious."

  "Huai Yu was shocked: 'Then why did he let us go?'"

  Qing Xuan couldn't understand either, and after thinking for a while, he finally said: "Perhaps it's because Lu Zhanggui's goods have arrived."

  There can't be any other explanation apart from this one.

  Hua Yu nodded slowly, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the Buddhist beads on her wrist, and instructed the red-haired coachman outside: "Head in the direction of Jiang Fu."

  Jiang Fu? Chi Jin shook his head: "Your Highness, the palace should have already sensed that something is amiss. Kyoto will soon be put under martial law. If we leave the city directly, there might still be a glimmer of hope..."

  "It's too late." Huai Yu said in a low voice, "The carriage will take at least an hour and a half to reach the west city gate from here. The emperor's order to seal off the city should have arrived before us."

  "What's the use of going to Jiang's residence?" Chi Jin didn't understand. "I heard that everyone in Jiang's residence left the city early this morning."

  The Jiangfu's Ascension Day outing was something everyone in the prefecture had to attend, but...

  She slightly curled her lips and said, "There's a good girl waiting for me."

  Xu Chuyan made an appointment with her, as long as it was still daylight, she would be waiting at the entrance of Jiang's mansion.

  The horse carriage of Jiang Fu can leave the capital without inspection, even if the city gate is heavily guarded, she can still get out.

  Chi Jin no longer asked much, turned his horse's head and hurried towards Jiang Fu.

  "Your Highness, you look quite pale." Qingxuan reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, "Did you suffer in prison?"

  "It's nothing." Covering her lower abdomen with her hand, Huaiyu said, "After we settle down, find a doctor for me first."

  Bai Xue looked at her precarious appearance and couldn't help but reach out, pulling her into his arms, letting her lean against his shoulder to rest.

  Qing Xuan had just stretched out his hand when he was preempted by him. His slender eyebrows furrowed in displeasure: "You're competing with me again?"

  "What's the argument about?" asked Bai Jue, "Didn't you see that His Highness is uncomfortable?"

  "I saw it, but Your Highness is closer to me, what are you pulling?"

  "You!"

  The familiar sound of bickering, which used to be heard every day in the Fei Yun Palace. Now hearing it again, Huai Yu couldn't help but laugh: "Let you guys pretend to be the leading actors, and you guys really act like it, even having scenes of quarreling over petty things."

  What a farce! Bai Xue and Qing Xuan had never gotten along, with Bai Xue thinking Qing Xuan was arrogant and Qing Xuan thinking Bai Xue was stupid. If it weren't for Li Huaiyu being in the middle, they would have fought each other long ago.

  However, both of them were tactful and no one would say anything explicit to the prince. If they wanted to compete with each other, it was all done tacitly.

  At this critical moment of escape, they didn't quarrel for long. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Jiang's mansion, everyone fell silent.

  "Brother and sister?" A tentative voice came from outside the carriage, Xu Chuyan's.

  Hua Yu lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and smiled at her: "Second sister is indeed trustworthy."

  Xu Chunian handed her a cloak, looking at her as she put it on and covered her head, before helping her switch cars.

  "You saved my father's life, this small favor I should also help with." She said in a low voice, "Just act faster, Master..."

  Hua Yu got on the carriage, sat down inside, helped lift the curtain and curiously asked: "What's wrong with you, sir?"

  As soon as the words fell, the tightly closed gate of Jiang's residence opened, and Jiang Xuanjin came out with Cheng Xu from inside. The two were talking in a low voice, without looking up to glance outside.

  Li Huaiyu was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and Qing Xuan and the others were also terrified. They quickly rushed into the carriage and pressed down on the curtains as hard as they could.

  "Huh, whose carriage is this?" Cheng Xiao looked up and asked curiously, "Second Madam?"

  Xu's heart was about to jump out of her throat, her hand tightly grasping the handkerchief, and she forced herself to calm down and say: "I don't know, I just came out and saw it stopped here."

  "That's strange." He walked past the empty space and flipped through the carriage, scratching his head in puzzlement.

  Jiang Xuanjin looked at Xu Chuyan with an expressionless face and asked, "Second Aunt, would it be convenient for you to give Benjun a ride?"