I died tragically in my previous life, and I want to be an empress in my next life

"The Sixth Prince is now in a difficult situation. Maybe he doesn't want to tarnish the princess's reputation, so he runs away and bears all the blame." Pei Zhiyan said lightly.

"As long as he comes back, I will explain to everyone in the world that what I did that day was just my wishful thinking." Princess Galan said lightly.

Princess Galan had a vague feeling in her heart that Xuanyuan Che must have been plotted against, and the person behind it seemed to be related to her brother, the Prince of Xiliang.

Based on my brother's intelligence, even if he did such a thing, it would not be perfect. There must be someone with great wisdom behind him.

Lord Ming repeatedly emphasized to them that they came to the Great Zhou only for exchanges and should not participate in the fight for the crown prince among the princes of the Great Zhou, so as not to be used as pawns.

However, my brother seemed to be particularly close to the second prince of the Great Zhou. When my brother was in Xiliang, because he was the crown prince, he was naturally admired by flatterers, who made him think that his attainments in poetry were unmatched and that he was too conceited.

There are many talented people in the Great Zhou Dynasty. My brother's level is just entry-level, while the Second Prince is extremely talented. The two of them write poems together and are inseparable. Is there a deeper purpose behind this?

Could it be that the second prince is behind this?

Why did the Second Prince want to match him up with Xuanyuan Che? If Xuanyuan Che became powerful, wouldn't he be a threat to him?

No wonder people say that the people of the Great Zhou are all very smart, with an average of eight hundred minds!

Pei Zhiyan and Princess Galan each had their own thoughts. They exchanged greetings for a while before bidding farewell and going back.

On the way back, Yin Liu kept muttering, her words full of confusion and regret, "Miss, that Smoky Butterfly Skirt is complicated and expensive. You ordered it a long time ago, but you gave it to Princess Galan without even checking it out."

Pei Zhiyan turned her head slightly, looked at Yin Liu, and said lightly, "It's just a skirt. I'll order a new one later."

Yin Liu frowned in confusion, "But, that dress is your favorite, why would you give it away so easily?"

The pattern of the skirt was drawn by the young lady herself, and then handed over to the best craftsmen in Yuchunlou to sew it carefully stitch by stitch. Every detail contains the young lady's hard work and expectations.

Just now when they were outside, Princess Galan took a fancy to the dress. She stepped forward and explained that it was custom-made for her young lady, and Princess Galan was about to give up. But who knew that the young lady gave it to her so easily.

If I had known this would happen, I would not have brought Princess Galan to see the young lady.

Pei Zhiyan smiled calmly and ordered, "Go back home."

Princess Galan has a kind character and is a person worth making friends with.

On the second day, Princess Galan also sent a set of clothes as a return gift. It was a traditional dress of the Xiliang nobility. The gold embroidery edging sparkled in the sun, like stars, bright and dazzling. The wide sleeves seemed to be clouds in the sky, light and flowing, giving people a feeling of being out of this world.

Pei Zhiyan just glanced at it indifferently and ordered Yinping to keep it.

That smoke and cloud butterfly skirt was her favorite, so she gave it up, but what about Xuanyuan Che? Thinking of this, Pei Zhiyan couldn't help but blush.

That day, a little maid from the outer courtyard came in to report. She was holding a letter tightly in her hand. It was an urgent letter sent from the general's mansion.

Seeing this, Yin Liu immediately stepped forward to take the letter and handed it to Pei Zhiyan respectfully. Pei Zhiyan took the letter and gently unfolded it. Her expression gradually became solemn as she read the words in the letter.

The letter was sent by Liu from the General's Mansion. The content of the letter made Pei Zhiyan's heart sink. It turned out that Madam Lin suddenly felt unwell while worshiping Buddha at the White Horse Temple and fell into a coma.

Madam Lin has been a Buddhist for many years and would go to Baiyun Temple on the first and fifteenth day of every month. Pei Zhiyan knew this.

Pei Zhiyan was extremely anxious, and immediately ordered Yinping to take out some precious ginseng from the warehouse, and asked Yinliu to prepare the carriage, ready to set off for the White Horse Temple immediately.

Seeing that it was getting dark outside, Yin Liu said hesitantly, "Miss, it's getting late now. I'm afraid it's not safe on the road. Why don't I run the trip for you?"

Pei Zhiyan shook her head, a firm light flashing in her eyes, "No, I must go in person."

Pei Zhiyan didn't care about all this. Firstly, going to see Old Madam Lin would make her feel at ease, as that was her most sincere concern in her heart. Secondly, she had been studying medicine, so maybe she could help if she went there.

Yin Liu hesitated for a moment, then suggested, "Should we go to the General's Mansion, meet up with the Madam and the others, and go together?"

The capital city is not peaceful at night, and it is indeed worrying for the young lady to travel alone.

The White Horse Temple is located to the west of the capital, while the General's Mansion is to the east. If he really went to meet up with the Madam and others and then went to the White Horse Temple together, it would not only be time-consuming and laborious, but he might also miss the best opportunity.

Besides, Liu had already sent someone to deliver the letter half a day ago, so they might have already set off.

Thinking of this, Pei Zhiyan said firmly, "Let's go directly."

In the night, the carriage sped past, raising a cloud of dust, just like Pei Zhiyan's mood at the moment, anxious and anxious. She silently prayed in her heart, I hope my grandmother is fine.

The carriage drove into a remote path, and the surroundings were as dark as ink, with only the moonlight as company. Yin Liu looked at the surrounding environment, and couldn't help but feel a little timid in her heart, "Miss, let's take the main road."

Pei Zhiyan did not respond. She stared straight ahead with only one thought in her mind—get to the White Horse Temple as soon as possible to pray for Madam Lin. She knew that although this path was remote, it was the fastest way to the White Horse Temple.

Just as they were about to reach the foot of the White Horse Temple, suddenly, a group of people dressed as bandits appeared in front of them. They were holding weapons and had ferocious faces, blocking their way.

Pei Zhiyan's heart tightened, but she did not show any fear. She knew very well that at this moment, she had to remain calm in order to deal with this sudden crisis.

"Who are you? How dare you stop the carriage of Prince Jing's Mansion!" Yin Liu lifted the curtain and shouted angrily.

The bandit leader looked Yin Liu up and down, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He chuckled and said, "Young lady, I built this mountain and planted this tree. If you want to pass this way, leave some money for the passage!"

"You dare to stop the carriage of Prince Jing's Mansion. I'm afraid that even if we give you money, you will not be able to spend it!" The servants of Prince Jing's Mansion shouted loudly, their voices full of fear and helplessness.

The leader laughed disdainfully, "Humph! This place is far away from the emperor. Even if it is Prince Jing's Mansion, what can it do? We bandits never accept restrictions from others!"

The servants of Prince Jing's mansion quickly protected the carriage, and a fierce battle began. However, they were no match for the bandits and were quickly defeated, allowing the bandits to hijack the carriage.