Due to the prince's status, even though he was now a prisoner, Jian Xiang and others had never treated Nangong Xuan badly. They still treated him well with good food and drink, but sent people to guard him strictly, calling it house arrest.
After a few days of wandering, they can finally continue to live a life of luxury, but Nangong Xuan's heart is becoming heavier.
After being arrested, Nangong Xuan was furious that Jian Xiang had committed such a crime of insubordination, but he did not think that Jian Xiang could escape the pursuit. After all, there were pursuers behind and interceptions in front. As the encirclement was gradually narrowed, these traitors would definitely be brought to justice. So the only thing he had to worry about during this period was his own life.
He had never thought that the prefect of Changzhou, which was only a few hundred miles away from Jinling, was actually also a man of King Jiangxia. What about Suzhou, which was even further south?
Nangong Xuan had to think about the most serious and worst consequences. The contradiction between the imperial court and King Jiangxia became completely transparent. The peace and prosperity that everyone had believed in for many years finally turned into a bubble, and war was inevitable.
The imperial court will certainly pay a heavy price for its disrespect for King Jiangxia.
But what he couldn't understand was what Prime Minister Jian was doing. He was already in a very high position among the ministers, but he became the same kind of person as King Jiangxia.
He had met many people in the past few days, but the one who came most often was Jian Yuyan. Nangong Xuan looked at his playmate who had grown up with him and for a moment he didn't know whether he was heartbroken or disappointed.
And today, I met Yan Yiming, the Princess of Lin'an, for the first time since arriving in Changzhou.
The first sight of them was something Nangong Xuan had never imagined would be thrilling.
Nangong Xuan had witnessed this woman's ruthless killing side some time ago. It was really hard for Nangong Xuan to compare the Princess Lin'an who had offered to marry him and the female Rakshasa who killed someone with a single knife that day.
Yan Yiming was dressed very neatly in a dark red suit, with his long hair tied up to reveal his beautiful facial features. At this moment, he sneaked into the house quietly and rudely blocked Nangong Xuan's voice. After a slight pause, he pulled his wrist and left.
Nangong Xuan saw the guards staggering outside the door, and his gaze suddenly changed when he looked at Yan Yiming again.
She wants to save him.
But why?
Nangong Xuan couldn't figure it out, and the current situation didn't allow him to figure it out or ask questions clearly. He didn't struggle anymore but quickly followed Yan Yiming.
Yan Yiming was familiar with the route and quickly got out of the slightly complicated back garden. He nimbly climbed over the wall and squatted on the top of the wall to signal Nangong Xuan to hurry up. Nangong Xuan stared at her in amazement, then his eyes fell on the wall that was higher than him. He had a tense face, not knowing what expression to show. Finally, he said in a very embarrassed voice, "I... can't go up."
“Hahaha,” Yan Yiming laughed mercilessly. He was extremely happy to see the Crown Prince, who never had to look anyone in the eye, embarrassed because of a wall. Seeing Nangong Xuan’s face getting worse and worse, Yan Yiming finally stopped smiling and stretched out his hand, “I’ll pull you, hurry up…”
As soon as he finished speaking, noisy voices from a distance came closer and closer, and the dazzling fire seemed to have burned right in front of them. Yan Yiming and Nangong Xuan's faces changed. Nangong Xuan didn't care about the embarrassment, and grabbed Yan Yiming's hand and quickly climbed over the wall.
As he jumped, he could hear countless people behind him yelling, "They're there!"
Only then did Nangong Xuan realize that Yan Yiming was very well prepared. After climbing over the wall, the two horses were wagging their tails in annoyance. Yan Yiming reminded him concisely to get on the horse and escape, then he whipped the horsewhip and jumped out in an instant.
Why can someone be so irresponsible in saving others?
Nangong Xuan really couldn't understand Yan Yiming's train of thought, but the situation was urgent and he could only mount his horse quickly and chase in the direction of Yan Yiming. The guards who were chasing him swarmed out from the back door, and the two had disappeared without a trace.
Wei Xiongjie came over after hearing the news and confirmed again and again with the guard guarding Nangong Xuan, "Are you sure that person is the princess?"
"I dare not deceive you, my Lord."
The soldier who went to investigate also rushed over, "Your Excellency, the princess is definitely not in the room."
Wei Xiongjie stood there silently, looking at the dark night where he could clearly see nothing. His handsome face gradually became fierce and resolute.
"Chase them. We must find them alive or dead. How far can these two people escape?"
Wei Xiongjie didn't understand why he wanted to save the prince and why he wanted to betray the prince.
He couldn't understand why the princess defected.
And if that's the case, then the previous exposure was also related to the princess. She is the biggest flaw in this plan.
Wei Xiongjie clenched his teeth. Jian Xiang and Jian Yuyan, who came after hearing the news, hurriedly asked him if it was true that the princess had rescued the prince. After getting the answer, both of them had different expressions.
Prime Minister Jian immediately understood why the emperor had noticed their intentions. It turned out that it was all thanks to Princess Lin'an. Thinking of this, all his years of planning were ruined because of her. Prime Minister Jian's face turned pale and he wished he could tear Yan Yiming into pieces.
On the other side, Jian Yuyan had a subtle expression.
He had originally planned to let Nangong Xuan go in the next few days, but he was worried that Nangong Xuan would not be able to protect himself if he left, so he was still hesitating. However, he did not expect that Princess Lin'an would actually save His Highness.
Isn't she the daughter of King Jiangxia? Why would she risk her life to save the prince? Doesn't she know what kind of situation she will face in the future?
Jian Yuyan suddenly felt that he seemed to have never understood this Princess Lin'an at all. But the advantage to him now is that Princess Lin'an has attracted everyone's suspicion, so he can proceed with his next move without restraint.
But before that, Jian Yuyan's expression softened a little. He wrote a letter and packed it carefully, then called the secret guards and asked them to deliver the letter to A Ming who was far away in the northwest as usual.
The hidden guard took the letter and was confused for a moment.
In the past, the princess ordered them to hide beside the young master and take the opportunity to become his secret guards, and use the identity of secret guards to convey messages for the princess. All the letters delivered to the young master were given by the princess, and all the letters written by the young master also fell into the hands of the princess.
There is no such thing as Miss A Ming in the Northwest. Everything is simply the princess’s plan.
But now, the princess escaped, taking the Crown Prince with her. Even the secret guards became confused for a moment, unable to see what their master was trying to do. They were even unsure whether the princess was still their master.
Jian Yuyan noticed the guard's hesitation and suddenly realized something was wrong. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
The hidden guard hesitated for a moment and then said, "Sir... Actually, there is no Miss A Ming in the northwest..."
"What!"
Jian Yuyan shouted, "How could there be none?"
He didn't believe it. "If not, how would you know what she looks like, how would you receive her letter, and where did you send my letter?"
Because he knelt on the ground with a plop. "The princess asked me to give the portrait and the letter to the young master. The young master's letter... was also delivered to the princess."
silence.
After a long time, Jian Yuyan's gloomy voice came from above his head, "So from the very beginning, you were hers."
"I am guilty," the hidden guard lowered his head and did not make any excuses.
Jian Yuyan was silent for a long time, then slammed himself down on the chair helplessly.
How could this happen? Amin is not in the Northwest at all, so where is she? He received her letter, so she must be alive.
"Where did the portrait and letter that the princess asked you to give me come from?"
"Well..." The hidden guard thought for a moment, "All the letters were sent to you by the princess. As for where the letters came from, I really don't know."
Seeing that Jian Yuyan's face was becoming more and more ugly, the hidden guard guessed that the young master would be furious as he had been played around by the princess for so many days. Now that the princess had left, he could not help but try hard to recall some details from the past in order to survive, and it did make him remember something.
"Oh, right," the guard's eyes lit up, "I don't know where the letter came from, but I do know the portrait."
"Say," Jian Yuyan was on the verge of rage.
"The portrait was drawn by the princess herself, but she asked me to send it to the painter and asked him to draw a new one based on the previous one. She also specifically asked the painter to make it simpler and rougher."
Jian Yuyan's breathing suddenly stagnated, "What about the original painting?"
"The original painting has been burned by the princess."
The painting was painted by Princess Lin'an. She could paint and knew what A Ming looked like. But at that time she complained that he had never told her that A Ming looked similar to Jian Yuer.
Since the painting had already been completed, why did she ask other painters to imitate it? Because she was afraid that someone would recognize her handwriting. The painting was for him, so Princess Lin'an must have been worried that he would recognize her handwriting.
But they had never met before and had never met each other, so how could he recognize her handwriting?
"...Are you sure that the painting was drawn by the princess herself?" Jian Yuyan said with some difficulty.
"I'm sure you'll be waiting by the side while the princess paints."
Jian Yuyan sat in the chair in a daze, the anger on his face disappeared completely, leaving only endless confusion and puzzlement.
What is she hiding? Why does she know A Ming so well?
What is going on?
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