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

The Eighth Princess was shocked, and Yan Ruyu said, "I'm leaving first. Tang Yibai is coming back soon. You should go back to bed and have a rest early."

The Eighth Princess nodded, then thought of something and quickly said, "Princess, if he proposed to leave, would I still tell you?"

"No need. If you leave, I will know."

"Yes."

The Eighth Princess didn't say anything more. Yan Ruyu flashed out and left. She closed the door and quickly went back to lie down.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe were in the dark, and soon they saw Tang Yibai coming back.

The two looked at each other and left quietly.

Tonight's deception against Su Wude could not be entirely a lie. Although Yan Ruyu's rescue of Wu Zhouce from the prison was just speculation, she firmly believed that it was the fact.

Su Wude is a bad person himself, but he is using Wan Niang. Knowing that she is a spy, he deliberately lets her take the lead and give advice. Su Wude seems to be passive, as if he has been bewitched and deceived.

In fact, what Wan Niang said was exactly what he wanted to do. He even pretended to do it and went back to tell Madam Su about it, asking her to take the lead.

When it was done, he seemed to be the most innocent one, and everything was done by the two women.

But Yan Ruyu saw the essence and felt that Su Wude would not do these things for no reason, nor would he risk interacting with spies to do useless work. It was even more impossible that he was simply attracted by Wan Niang's beauty. He must have a big intention, or there must be someone behind the scenes.

Who could it be? Yan Ruyu thought quickly, all these changes happened after Tang Yibai entered the city.

A grown-up, a spy, and from Shanghai, these things wouldn't be such a coincidence.

Yan Ruyu made bold guesses, carefully tested the situation, and deliberately provoked Su Wude, making him feel that the matter was exposed and he had no way out but to go find the person who instructed him.

If it was Tang Yibai, then it would be a perfect way to kill two birds with one stone. Yan Ruyu would still be worrying about how to transfer Tang Yibai away, and then secretly meet the Eighth Princess again.

The opportunity is here.

After leaving the post station, Huo Changhe asked, "Did you find out clearly?"

"After asking, we found out that someone secretly came to see Tang Yibai," Yan Ruyu told him everything the Eighth Princess had said.

"I just went to find the secret guard, and he said that someone did go to Tang Yibai's room for a while, but that person was wearing the uniform of a soldier in the museum, so he didn't follow too closely."

"Not only are we cautious, they are also very cautious," Yan Ruyu clenched her hands silently, "Tang Yibai may be leaving, and that strange person should be in their team."

Huo Changhe held her hand and rubbed her fingers gently: "Could that caravan be designed specifically for this person? That's why there are so many things wrong, because the caravan itself is all fake."

Yan Ruyu's eyes deepened slightly, and Huo Changhe's words enlightened her: "It is indeed possible."

"Don't worry," Huo Changhe tried his best to make him relax. "The Dacheng team has the city guards watching overtly and the secret guards in secret. They won't let them make any unusual moves. If they leave, we will get the news."

Yan Ruyu felt very touched when she heard his words, knowing that she was not alone.

"Okay," he said, leaning his head gently on Huo Changhe's shoulder and letting out a long breath, "Changhe."

Huo Changhe's heart trembled: "Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Huo Changhe hugged her tightly: "No need to thank me, I'm always here."

……

Tang Yibai walked towards the room. When he passed by the eighth princess' room, he stopped for a moment to listen to the movement inside.

Nothing unusual.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly - they were all lowly bastards as expected, they all became obedient after being stabbed and injured once.

However, before, the time was not right and I couldn't leave, so I hurt her. Now, I can leave.

As for whether her injuries have healed or whether she can withstand the bumps, it doesn’t matter.

Tang Yibai returned to the room, turned on the light, went to the basin to wash his hands, and washed the blood off his hands.

He still couldn't stabilize himself, and he sighed secretly. The wound on his right wrist still hadn't healed completely. It turned out that injuries to his tendons and veins didn't heal so quickly.

Maybe, it will never get better.

When Tang Yibai thought about this, the movement of wiping his hands became a little gentler, as if he was not wiping his own hands.

……

It was extremely cold at night, especially in the countryside outside the city, so the villagers went to bed early, one to save lamp oil, and the other to save charcoal. They could just get into their quilts to keep warm.

After a day's trek, Wu Zhouchuan would have collapsed if he hadn't had a worn cotton-padded jacket on his body and a breath of fresh air to support him.

He still doesn't know how he escaped from prison. A man appeared out of nowhere, carrying another person on his shoulders, and then took him out.

There was no cover-up and no one asked any questions.

After he was released from prison, he was sent out of the city. The man gave him a tattered cotton jacket and told him to leave quickly and go wherever he wanted.

When the cold wind blew, his heart shuddered and he put aside all other distracting thoughts. He only had one goal left, which was to find the book.

After walking for a few miles, we stopped by a shabby house and slept for a while, then started on the road again before dawn.

It was only at this point that I finally got there.

The village was silent at this time. Even if he entered the village and knocked on the door, no one would open it for him.

There happened to be a dilapidated house at the entrance of the village, which looked like an abandoned ancestral hall, so he quickly went in and hid.

When he opened the door, he was enveloped by a wave of warmth and immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

Just as he was about to go in, someone shouted in a low voice: "Who!"

Wu Zhouce was startled. He didn't expect there was someone else. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm just passing by here. It's getting late. I want to take a rest."

A candle lit up in the corner, and the light gradually filled the space.

Only then did Wu Zhouce see clearly that this was indeed an ancestral hall, but it was now abandoned. Only a few broken tables and half a plaque on the wall remained. The light was too dim to make out the words.

A man walked out from behind the table. He was fat and wore a brocade robe, a cloak, a fur hat on his head, and a fur scarf, making his face look round and big.

A pair of small eyes, dark and shrewd, but with two dimples on the face, which looks very festive.

One can tell at first glance that he is a kind and friendly person.

"Excuse me," Wu Zhouce said amiably, "May I go in to avoid the cold?"

Yinding took two looks at him and knew who he was, thinking to himself, I've finally got you.

Yinding nodded: "Please come in, this is not my place, anyone can avoid the cold."

Wu Zhouce hurried in and saw a fire that was not completely extinguished not far away, so he moved closer.

Yinding seemed not to notice and ignored him, closing the door.

Wu Zhouce asked, "Young man, why are you taking shelter here in the middle of the night?"

"Did we miss the place to stay?"

Yinding smiled, and her dimples became even deeper. "I'm waiting for someone here. That guy said he would come, but he never showed up. It's like his legs were tangled up in hair. He hasn't shown up for a long time."

Wu Zhouce nodded: "When you make an appointment with someone, you should keep your promise."