On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

What the Eighth Princess said was not much different from what Yan Ruyu said.

In fact, Tang Yibai also knew that the Eighth Princess was awake, and either she was discussing something with Yan Ruyu in the room, or she heard what Yan Ruyu said just now and knew what to say.

Tang Yibai smiled and said, "Princess, why don't you tell the truth?"

The eighth princess' heart was pounding, not knowing what "the truth" he was referring to.

"What does the commander mean?"

"I mean, why didn't the princess tell Princess Zhennan about the truth about your injury?"

The Eighth Princess pursed her lips and forced herself to look up at him: "The commander just wanted me to know who my backer is? The King of Zhennan wanted me to leave, but the commander made a move to stop me. This is the case in the King of Zhennan's territory, let alone the long road ahead."

The Eighth Princess exhaled lightly: "I have also figured it out. The Commander is my backer. I still need you to take care of me along the way. The Prince of Zhennan can't do that."

"So, there is no need to say anything to Princess Zhennan."

After she said that, she closed her eyes slightly, with an expression that said, "That's how it is, do whatever you want."

Although she looked like this on the surface, her heart was pounding wildly. She could still feel Tang Yibai's eyes fixed on her face, trying to determine whether what she said was true or false.

When the Eighth Princess' heartstrings were about to break, she finally heard Tang Yibai's chuckle.

It feels like a cold feather brushing across your skin, making you shudder.

The eighth princess tried hard to hold back and didn't scream out of fright.

Tang Yibai said calmly, "Then Princess, take good care of your injuries. Once you are well, we will continue on our journey. I promise that I will protect you well along the way, as long as you do as I say."

The eighth princess did not dare to open her eyes, for fear of revealing her emotions.

"Thank you, Commander."

Tang Yibai left with light footsteps.

The Eighth Princess then opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling, and she exhaled heavily.

This stage has been temporarily passed.

All that’s left is to wait for Yan Ruyu’s people to come looking for him.

Inside the carriage.

Seeing Yan Ruyu seemed to be thinking about something, Huo Changhe asked, "What's wrong? But what's wrong with her injury?"

"The injury is indeed problematic, but it's not surprising. It's within our expectations. It was Tang Yibai who hurt her. There was no assassin at all."

After Yan Ruyu finished speaking, Huo Changhe's face darkened: "Just want to delay time?"

"Yes, he should be waiting for someone," Yan Ruyu thought, "The princess mentioned a caravan, and Tang Yibai told her that there was a caravan that wanted to go with them."

"Caravan?" Huo Changhe was also surprised. "What kind of caravan? They are so important that they can go with them. This is equivalent to letting the royal army act as escorts for them."

"Indeed, I asked the princess, but she didn't know. She just thought it was strange at the time and didn't ask more questions for fear of arousing Tang Yibai's suspicion," Yan Ruyu pinched the teacup, "Tang Yibai gave the Eighth Princess this to deter her and make her realize that her life is in his hands. Even if we can help the Eighth Princess, it is limited. In the end, we still have to rely on him."

Huo Changhe nodded slowly: "This is indeed Tang Yibai's style of doing things, unexpected, with a sharp edge, and always with unexpected moves."

"If I'm not mistaken, even if the Eighth Princess exposed him in public and said that he was the one who hurt her, he would have a plan to deal with it," Yan Ruyu stroked the lines on the cup lid, "This person is extremely difficult to deal with."

Huo Changhe held her hand and said, "Don't worry too much. No matter how difficult he is to deal with, he has come to our territory. This is not a battlefield, let alone a great city. Even if he is a tiger, he still needs to think about it."

Yan Ruyu nodded: "That's right. By the way, I promised to send someone to the Eighth Princess. First, to protect her secretly, and second, if there is any problem with this caravan, we can know it as soon as possible."

"You're right. Tang Yibai was able to injure the Eighth Princess without hesitation, and the injury was not light. He was also sending us a signal. Because it was fake, he didn't care much."

Huo Changhe paused for a moment and said, "Yu'er, think about it, on the way back to Beijing, if Tang Yibai kills the Eighth Princess on the way and finds someone else, wouldn't the Sixth Prince be in danger?"

Yan Ruyu's heart sank. She had never thought about this before, but now that she thought about it, it was not impossible.

The Eighth Princess is their person, and they all listen to Tang Yibai. After leaving Youcheng and arriving in the capital, no one has seen the Eighth Princess, so whatever Tang Yibai says is the truth.

Yes, there are portraits, but it is difficult to depict people that closely resemble the person with today’s portraits. It is already rare to have a portrait that is 60% or 70% similar.

But in this world, it is very easy to find someone with similar facial features or eyes, or 60% or 70% similar.

Yan Ruyu's eyes narrowed slightly. "How about this? I will draw a portrait of the Eighth Princess and bring it to the capital quickly and secretly for the Sixth Prince to review. This way, once they arrive in the capital, the Sixth Prince will know if there is a replacement."

Huo Changhe thought for a moment and said, "Okay, this is a good idea."

After all, in Huo Changhe's opinion, Yan Ruyu's painting skills have reached the pinnacle and no one can match her.

Back at the mansion, Yan Ruyu painted the portrait while Huo Changhe went to find someone to make the arrangements.

……

In the villa outside the city, after walking through the desolate front yard, the spring scenery of the back yard comes into view.

The maid lowered her head and walked quickly and silently into the house.

"Master, the people have arrived."

The woman closed the lid of the incense burner and said, "Let him in."

"Yes."

Not long after, the bead curtain flickered, light and shadows flashed, and a man in a black robe walked in slowly.

The black color was solemn and murderous, but the light from the pearl curtains falling around him made him seem somewhat gentle.

"Saint, long time no see, how have you been?"

The Saint smiled and said, "Long time no see, sir, you are still as elegant as ever. Now that you don't have a chieftain, don't call me Saint."

"Sir, please sit down."

Mr. Mo took two steps forward, but did not sit where she pointed. The Saint was stunned, as if she had just remembered something, and waved to the maid to take the incense burner away.

"Sorry, I forgot for a moment that sir doesn't like the smell of fragrance."

Mr. Mo then sat down: "No problem."

The Saint said, "Sir, you arrived earlier than I expected. Did you have a smooth journey?"

"I arrived first, and the others are still behind," Mr. Mo smiled, "I know that the Saint is very curious about the strange man and is eager to see him, so I brought him here first."

The Saint's expression remained normal, but there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"Have people been brought here?"

"That's right," Mr. Mo said, and then glanced down at the teacup.

The Saint said to the maid, "Go and prepare the best Fairy Bird Tea. Sir, you have been tired from the journey, so you should moisten your throat first. Other things... are not urgent."

Mr. Mo smiled and responded, "Thank you, Saint."

Of course he is not in a hurry, if he is in a hurry, it is the saint herself.

He had come here with so much trouble, and the Saint said he could meet anyone he wanted? Are you kidding?

Do you really think he is some free and useful beast of burden?

While waiting, he changed the subject: "Fairy Bird Tea is not easy to come by. I guess the Saint's must have come from the Palace Master. How is the Palace Master doing recently?"