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

into the night.

Dacheng’s wedding procession had already stopped.

It was snowing heavily and no one had cleared the road outside the city, so their team had a very hard time walking. There always had to be someone in front to clear the way before those behind could follow.

The eighth princess was sitting in the car. Her wounds had not healed yet and she felt very uncomfortable. Her face was pale and she soon broke out in a thin sweat.

The maids and servants who accompanied her all knew that she was not the real Ninth Princess. Although they did not say it out loud, they did not show much respect to her in their hearts.

After all, they knew exactly what kind of life the Eighth Princess lived in the past.

Especially the head nanny beside the Ninth Princess, she was heartbroken and unwilling to accept it - this bitch, it was good enough that she didn't bully her, how could she even be respectful to her!

The Eighth Princess also knew about it, but she did not argue with them at the post house before. It was not because she was afraid of them, but because she felt that if things got out of hand at the post house, Yan Ruyu would get to know about it, and she would be annoyed by her meddling.

But it's different now.

The Eighth Princess said calmly, "Madame Fu, help me up and give me a pillow to lean on."

Aunt Fu was of high status, so she rode in the same carriage with her so that she could take orders and serve her.

There were also several capable palace maids in the carriage at the back, and the other ordinary maids also walked all the way.

When Aunt Fu heard her words, she didn't even move.

He ate melon seeds slowly and said, "Princess, you should just lie down. What's the point of getting up? It's not as comfortable as lying down."

"You are so lucky. Look at the others. They are all walking on their legs."

When the Ninth Princess was alive, Nanny Fu often bullied the Eighth Princess. The Ninth Princess was of noble status, and she would only beat people with a whip or something else when she needed to vent her emotions. But at other times, as long as she opened her mouth, there would be people who would do it for her.

Aunt Fu was the first to be hit.

The Eighth Princess closed her eyes and didn't look at her, but continued, "Help me up and bring me a pillow."

After cracking some melon seeds, Madam Fu clapped her hands and sneered, "I am an old slave with rough hands and a cheap life. I dare not touch the princess's precious body. Please bear with it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Eighth Princess suddenly raised her leg and kicked over the small table beside her, causing the plate of melon seeds on it to fall off. The melon seeds scattered all over the car, and some rolled out.

"You helped me when I asked you to! What, just because I'm injured, I can't order an old slave like you around?"

Nanny Fu was stunned. She had never seen the Eighth Princess like this before.

In the past, he would kneel on the ground and beg, grabbing her skirt with both hands, crying out words like "Mammy, I know I was wrong" and "Mammy, please forgive me".

Flames flew up to Nanny Fu's head, and she picked up a large pillow and smashed it at the Eighth Princess.

"You're such a rebel! You dare to kick my things? I'll beat you to death!"

This time, the Eighth Princess said nothing and did not fight back. She looked at Nanny Fu rushing towards her ferociously, and her lips curled up quickly.

Aunt Fu rushed in front of her and raised her hand to slap her in the face. She used a lot of force, and there was a crisp "slap" sound, and her face felt a little numb.

The Eighth Princess's face, which had been hit crooked, slowly straightened back to its original position, and she looked at him provocatively.

Aunt Fu was so angry that she grabbed her neck with one hand and her hair with the other.

"You bastard, do you really think..."

Before she could finish her words, a hand suddenly lifted the carriage curtain, and cold air rushed in. Before Aunt Fu turned around, a voice colder than the air rang out.

"what are you doing?"

Nanny Fu was so scared that she let go and looked back. Tang Yibai was standing at the door of the car. His eyes were calm, but they seemed to be hiding a sword.

Nanny Fu was not afraid of the Eighth Princess, but she could not help being afraid of him.

The anger just now disappeared, and he quickly said respectfully: "My lord, the princess just said that she wanted to sit up, and I thought it was inappropriate, so..."

"Oh?" Tang Yibai's voice was indistinguishable from his emotions. "Since when has it become your turn as a servant to think that Her Royal Highness's affairs are inappropriate?"

Aunt Fu knelt down quickly: "What I mean is..."

"I don't have time to listen to you," Tang Yibai looked at the Eighth Princess without frowning.

The Eighth Princess is in a very miserable state now. Her face is swollen, her hair is disheveled, and there are red marks on her neck.

But he didn't really want to care.

The Eighth Princess hissed, "My Lord, Madam Fu is the head madam. I don't know whose job she is in charge of, but she won't listen to me. In that case, I won't use her. Please replace her with someone who can be used."

"I won't go out to see anyone in this state, so as not to be laughed at."

Tang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your Highness, take good care of your injuries. I will handle the trivial matters of these servants."

He looked at Aunt Fu and threw two words at her like ice beads: "Get out of the car."

Aunt Fu's legs were shaking: "My lord, it's not like that. I miss my master so much. She..."

"Get out of the car." Tang Yibai interrupted her, his tone becoming even heavier.

It turned out that those who served the Ninth Princess closely knew the Eighth Princess's identity, but that didn't mean that everyone in the entire team knew it.

What's more, there is Mr. Mo here.

Tang Yibai didn't want things to go wrong because of an old servant's words.

Aunt Fu was startled and walked slowly towards the car door. When she got close, she wanted to explain.

"Old slave..."

Before she could finish her words, Tang Yibai grabbed her neck, dragged her out of the carriage, and threw her to the ground.

Nanny Fu was choked and thrown to the ground and almost died. Now she was scared and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

The Eighth Princess listened quietly in the car. These words of begging for mercy were not new at all. She had said them before.

Not long after, the voice begging for mercy disappeared, and a faint smell of blood drifted over.

Afterwards, I heard Tang Yibai ordering them to set up camp.

Tang Yibai dealt with Nanny Fu, and the other maids also became obedient.

Mr. Mo was sitting in the carriage. The interior was filled with a rich fragrance and was warm like spring. He was wearing a thin fur coat and only got out slowly after listening to the shouting outside disappear.

Tang Yibai turned around and saw him. A hint of disdain flashed through his mind, but he showed it not at all on his face. He walked towards him.

The two men slowly approached, and in the light of the torches, they looked like two ghosts with their own ulterior motives.

"Sir, wait a moment. I have already ordered people to set up camp. We will be there soon."

Mr. Mo nodded slightly, ignoring the corpses and blood not far away.

"My tent should be bigger and more visible."

Tang Yibai smiled faintly: "Sir, you are of noble status, so you should live in a good place. However, this way, the target will be more obvious, so..."

"General Tang is a good commander and has excellent skills. I have nothing to worry about. Besides, I have an important guest tonight. It would be bad if he couldn't find me when he arrived."

Tang Yibai's smile faltered: "Distinguished guest? I've never heard you mention it, sir."

"General Tang, you don't have to worry about this. Just do as I say."

Mr. Mo was not polite at all when giving orders.

Tang Yibai was about to speak when Mr. Mo said, "Oh, by the way, is the tea you drank at my place delicious?"