Half an hour later, several people stopped at the maze and each found a suitable place to rest.

Long San asked curiously, "Princess, where did you get all those things? Only the imperial court has firearms, and your bag seems quite... quite large."

This is a question that others also want to ask.

It’s just that I was busy dealing with bandits before and didn’t have time to ask these questions.

When Jiang Mengli was using those things, he knew they would ask. After thinking for a while, he said mysteriously:

"I can tell you, but you have to keep it a secret. This bag can hold a lot of treasures, but it's only magical in my hands. In your hands, it's just an ordinary bag."

"I made the firearms secretly through my own experiments, and they were all used up in just this one go. I originally wanted to present them to His Majesty, but the royal family wasn't friendly to me, so I've decided to forget about it for now."

Long San nodded, "I understand."

Wen Jinping hugged her waist, leaned in her arms and asked puzzledly: "Why are you not friendly? They are all very nice."

Jiang Mengli smiled helplessly, "They didn't even think of sending anyone to rescue you. They sent me here just to let me die here. In the end, they were disappointed. I will go back alive."

"The way back will definitely be quite troublesome. Tomorrow, the three of you will take the princess down the mountain quickly and return to the capital. I will go down the mountain later and we will meet at the city gate."

This would make the people in ambush think that she died on the mountain, and they could return to Beijing safely as long as they evacuated.

Wen Jinping looked up at her with tears in his eyes and shook his head to refuse, "No, I want to go back with you."

Seeing this, Jiang Mengli couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. "Don't cry, then... then Long Yi and Long Er will leave first, and I'll follow you and Long San one step behind."