"It can only be done temporarily."
Bingbing inspected the surroundings and lowered her voice, "This is the eastern edge of Xinzhou. The mountains are complex and easy to hide."
"The palace guards and those men in black must have thought we were heading north, towards Shuozhou. We should go the other way, hide here, and wait for the storm to die down before making plans."
"Okay, then let's follow Miss Bingbing's arrangement. We'll stay here for one night and make plans tomorrow." Yin Yao nodded.
Bingbing added, "I'm going to find some hay nearby. You guys stay here."
After giving some instructions, Bingbing went into the darkness.
I just ran in the dark, and I don’t know if Ye Bushou’s dozen brothers caught up with me.
On Yin Yao's side, the cold rain kept dripping down the ends of her hair and the corners of her clothes, soaking her thin clothes. The coldness was like countless needles piercing into her bones.
She hugged her arms, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. The shock from galloping on horseback had subsided a little, replaced by deep fatigue and fear of the unknown.
Qingluan stood close to her, her vigilant gaze like a knife as she cut through Bingbing, who was barely visible in the distance.
She lowered her voice, almost whispering in Yin Yao's ear: "Princess, don't trust her too much! In this desolate place, in the middle of the night, for a woman like her, the timing is too coincidental! Who knows if she is in cahoots with those men in black? Maybe... maybe she deliberately led us to this remote place so that she can attack us!"
Yin Yao's lips turned purple from the cold. Hearing this, he frowned slightly and looked at Bingbing's back.
The slender figure was squatting on the ground, carefully poking at the mud with a branch, as if trying to cover up the last traces they had left behind. Her movements were so skillful that she didn't seem like an ordinary lady.
Qingluan's suspicion is not entirely unreasonable.
"But she... saved us..."
Yin Yao's voice was weak and uncertain, "In the temple, if it weren't for her..."
"Maybe it's a self-torture trick?"
Qingluan's suspicion grew even more intense. "It's all to make you, Princess, let down your guard! Think about it, how did she know we were from Prince Jin's Mansion? And how did she know you...you were running away from your marriage? Didn't she just say she was running away from her marriage too? This is too much of a coincidence!"
Yin Yao was silent.
The cold raindrops hit the leaves, making a monotonous and depressing rustling sound, which made the deep forest even more terrifyingly silent.
Qingluan's words were like a stone thrown into the lake of her heart, stirring up circles of uneasy ripples.
Yeah, is all this really just a coincidence?
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