The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"Princess, why are you so anxious? What happened in Yangzhou?"

Jiarun and Jialang also knew nothing about this matter. Now that they were sitting in the carriage to Yangzhou, Jiarun began to ask.

"It's nothing, it's just that my house in Yangzhou city seems to have been dug up, so this princess has to go and check it out in person." Meng Xuanhe made up an excuse.

"How is it possible? How could such a thing happen with my uncle watching?" Yan Liujing had a look of disbelief on his face, as if he wanted Meng Xuan and Rushi to confess.

Indeed, Meng Xuanhe's excuse is too ridiculous.

"Okay, you two can rest assured. I won't sell you out." Meng Xuanhe pushed Yan Liujing, who was leaning slightly, back to his seat and explained:

"What happened in the Duke of Yan's mansion this morning has probably spread far and wide. If you don't want to be the princess's concubine, you should follow me to Yangzhou so that you can escape Meng Ziyan's questioning."

It turned out that Meng Xuanhe left in a hurry because of this matter, but who said that Yan Chengan was unwilling?

Yan Cheng'an's heart sank slightly. It turned out that Meng Xuanhe's words just now were just a teasing and he didn't take them seriously at all. Yet he took the joke seriously.

"Then we really have to run away. I don't want to be the concubine of the princess."

Yan Chengan then realized that he had been overly sentimental. He was filled with shame and anger and said with a flushed face.

Yan Liujing looked at him in confusion. This was not what he had just said in Duke Yan's Mansion.

In short, Meng Xuanhe's sudden decision to go to Yangzhou also gave everyone an explanation.

There were seven people and four carriages. Yan Cheng'an and Yan Liujing were in one carriage, Jiarun and Jialang were in one, Nanny Wen was in one carriage alone and had someone to take care of her, and Meng Xuanhe and Ying Wugui were in one carriage.

After they got into their respective cars, Ying Wugui smiled slightly with a hint of amusement.

"Only a princess would say that her mansion has been robbed."

Meng Xuanhe argued with him unconvincedly: "What do you care what I say? It's not you who should make up excuses."

Ying Wugui tilted his head slightly, his tone as calm as dust, and slowly said: "If I were you, I wouldn't have to make up an excuse and tell Yan Liujing and Yan Cheng'an the truth that the entire family of Duke Yan's Mansion will be executed."

He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about the weather today.

Meng Xuanhe looked straight into his eyes, her eyes were clear and bright, without a trace of surprise in those enchanting eyes.

"you know?"

Meng Xuanhe recalled the plot that came to his mind when he broke through Qingdao. It was the plot in which the Duke of Yan's Mansion was framed, and then Meng Ziyan executed the entire Duke's Mansion.

Unfortunately, she only knew the future but not the reason.

How did Ying Wugui know that? Meng Xuanhe knew that Ying Wugui was unfathomable, but he didn't know that he could be so powerful.

"I knew it when Meng Ziyan started planning it."

Ying Wugui smiled softly, as if he was just a spectator in the world who would not interfere in anything and would only do things according to his own will.

"Yan Cheng'an and Yan Liujing should have been in Duke Yan's mansion. If Madam Wei hadn't asked me for help, I wouldn't have been so kind as to rescue them."

Ying Wugui lifted up Meng Xuanhe's hair ambiguously and twisted it in his hand.

Meng Xuanhe hurriedly pushed him away. Does this guy have any sense of propriety? He always gets so close to her.

"So you have already placed the puppets of Yan Cheng'an and Yan Liujing in the Duke of Yan's Mansion?"

In this way, Yan Chengan and Yan Liujing could also fake their death and escape from this dangerous situation.

"Of course not." Ying Wugui said confidently, as if not fulfilling his promise was something to be proud of.

"Didn't you promise me?"

Meng Xuanhe was a little anxious. She wrote in the letter to the imperial guards that she brought Yan Chengan and Yan Liujing back to the mansion just to slap the face of Duke Yan's Mansion. She did not want to take them into the princess's mansion and send them back tomorrow.

It seems that Meng Ziyan has already received Meng Xuanhe's letter, and Meng Ziyan also has spies in Duke Yan's Mansion. If Yan Chengan and Yan Liujing do not return home tomorrow, how should he face Meng Ziyan when he returns to Bian Jing?

"How about we make another deal? Tell me how you knew what was about to happen in the Duke of Yan's Mansion."

Ying Wugui folded his folding fan with a snap and asked with a raised eyebrow.

Meng Xuanhe didn't know how to explain this matter. If he said that he had traveled through time, Ying Wugui would probably laugh at him.

"I had a dream and dreamt about this incident." Meng Xuanhe had to use the dream to explain this mysterious thing.

"You're lying. I'm not like them. I'm not so easy to fool."

There seemed to be a fleeting fire in Ying Wugui's eyes. He gently lifted Meng Xuanhe's chin with his folding fan, forcing her to look at him, as if he wanted to see through her soul.

But what Ling Ying Wugui didn't expect was that Meng Xuanhe's eyes were clear and bright, and he didn't look like he was lying at all.

Ying Wugui took back the folding fan in his hand with some disappointment, waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, I will not go back on my promise to you."

"Really? You've gone back on your word so many times."

Meng Xuan glanced at him and bluntly exposed Ying Wugui's polite words.

"Really? But I don't remember."

Ying Wugui's disappointed expression flashed across his face, and he raised the corners of his lips wickedly and said shamelessly.

The road to Yangzhou was very familiar to them. When they came for the first time, Yan Liujing was full of excitement, but now the journey of several days made her look a little tired.

This was Jiarun's first time on this road, and Jialang kept telling him about the interesting things that happened on the way here.

"I didn't expect that you are Madam Wei from Zuixianju. I was wondering how Wei Suanla could be a person's name." Yan Cheng'an said in surprise.

Meng Xuanhe: Is this name so bad?

"Sister, we finally got out of Bian Jing, and you're in trouble like this." Yan Cheng'an was full of energy and poked Yan Liujing's wrist.

She supported her head with her hands and looked out the window boredly, without blinking, as if she was in a daze.

"I have a vague feeling that something big is about to happen in Bianjing City." Yan Liujing felt panic for no reason.

"Don't worry about it. It's a great joy that my young master hasn't married yet."

Yan Cheng'an chattered all the way, as if he was excited about ruining the blind date that Mrs. Song had arranged for him.

Yan Liujing looked helplessly at his younger brother, the future ruler of the Duke's Mansion. He was still so dissolute, so he couldn't help but give him a slap on the head.

Yan Chengan was caught off guard. Hiss, it turned out to be his biological sister.

In this peaceful and beautiful time, traveling did not seem so difficult. In a blink of an eye, the carriage stopped steadily in front of the Yangzhou city gate.

"I didn't expect that I would be here again not long after returning to Beijing." Meng Xuanhe murmured to himself. He returned to Beijing in a hurry and came back in a hurry.

So many things happened in Bianjing City during this period that she didn't have time to react.

"This is Yangzhou. The city looks quite lively. The atmosphere is completely different from that of Bianliang." Yan Cheng'an stroked his chin and looked inside the city wall.

"As the capital of the emperor, Bianjing is naturally more serious. Yangzhou is more poetic and picturesque, with a hazy and windy atmosphere."

Jiarun started talking, saying that he and Jialang had been wandering around since they were young, and what they had heard and seen was better than theirs.

It was just night when everyone arrived, but the dim city walls were brightly lit.