Sweetie was planning to go to a clothing store to buy some nightgowns when she saw Lu Yi following behind her.
She was puzzled: "Brother Lu, why are you following me? I know this place well, I won't get lost."
Lu Yi scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I also wanted to go to a clothing store because I didn't bring enough clothes. I wanted to buy a few outfits to tide me over."
"Oh, I see. Let's go together then."
The Shu brocade from Yunjin City is delicate in texture, has a warm luster, and features intricate and exquisite patterns.
Sweetie didn't know much about these things, but she could tell they were really pretty. She bought a few sets and was about to leave when the shopkeeper called her back.
"Miss, we have some Xiyun Forged here, why don't you take a look?"
Sweetie was about to leave, but she grasped the key point and, after thinking for a moment, said, "Okay, I'll take a look."
Lu Yi wanted to follow, but the shopkeeper blocked his way. "Young master, there are young ladies inside. It's not appropriate for you to go in. Please sit down and have some tea to moisten your mouth."
That's really inconvenient. He's not a lecher, so he said awkwardly, "Okay."
After Tian Tian went in, the female manager showed her the token, and she immediately understood and followed her into the secret room.
Not long after, she picked out a few dresses and left.
Back at her place, Tian Tian suppressed her displeasure until Lu Yi left, at which point she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing her like this, Meng Zhelan knew she had something on her mind. Using the excuse of needing to write a prescription, she let Tian Tian into the room.
After reading the letter that Tian Tian brought back, Meng Zhelan was unable to calm down for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoxi has lost her memory. Prince An is currently busy investigating the prefect's affairs and is probably too busy to handle this. If I tell him about this, he might even stop me.
After a moment's thought, she finally made up her mind: "Sweetie, tomorrow you find an excuse to shake off Lu Yi, buy two horses, and wait for me at the city gate at noon. Buy some dry food and water; don't bring any luggage, so as not to attract their attention. Also..."
She then wrote a brief explanation and instructed the Hidden Sect members to escort them, telling Prince An not to worry.
Before dawn, Prince An came to Meng Zhelan's courtyard. "Lan'er, let me take you to Anjifang."
Thinking about what would happen next, she agreed.
She didn't want others to talk about her and Prince An, so she rarely appeared with him in public.
Inside the carriage, Prince An put his arm around Meng Zhelan's shoulder, letting her lean against his warm chest. "Lan'er, once we return to the capital, I will immediately ask Father to grant us a marriage. I swear, you are the only one for me in this life."
If he does this job well, his father will definitely grant his request.
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhelan's cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't say anything, but simply nodded.
After disembarking from the carriage, Prince An said with reluctance, "Be careful when picking herbs."
"good."
After the morning clinic hours, the person in charge of Anjifang would lead about ten people to follow Meng Zhelan to pick herbs not far from the outskirts.
The wages weren't much, but they were still a form of encouragement for those who were displaced.
Lu Erben intended to go with them, but Meng Zhelan had other plans, and asked him to go to the East Market to find a bronze cauldron for refining medicinal materials.
Considering that the person in charge was also highly skilled, Lu Er accepted the mission with peace of mind and headed to the East Market.
After all, she's the future princess; we can't afford to offend her.
Upon arriving at the city gate, Meng Zhelan spoke directly to the person in charge.
"Manager Yu, I suddenly remembered that I need to go on a long trip to see patients, so I won't be able to see patients for the next few days. Also, here is your wages. Please arrange for someone to sort and dry the herbs you picked."
Knowing she had important business to attend to, Yu Lang patted his chest and replied, "No problem, but it's not very appropriate for Doctor Meng to go out alone. I'll arrange for someone to take you."
Sweetie, who had been waiting at the tea stall for a long time, saw her young mistress and led her horse over.
Meng Zhelan also saw her. "No need, my sister and I will ride horses together, it'll be very fast."
My sister? That's not safe either.
He was about to say a few more words of advice when he saw the girl next to him, who was taller and stronger than him. "This, this is your sister?"
"Yes, don't worry, Manager Yu." Meng Zhelan nodded.
As fellow martial arts practitioners, Yu Lang could naturally tell that this girl's martial arts skills were superior to his.
The two left the city and rode their horses toward Yunshu City.
It's only about a hundred li; we should be able to arrive before the city gates close.
The sky began to darken, with thick clouds gathering, as if night had fallen early.
The biting wind howled, sending fallen leaves and dust flying everywhere.
The two men gritted their teeth and continued onward, the sound of their horses' hooves echoing loudly on the empty road.
Their cloaks fluttered in the wind, clinging to their bodies in an attempt to ward off the sudden chill.
Despite the short distance, it took the two of them more than two hours to reach the gate of Yunshu City due to the weather.
Although it was only the hour of You (5-7 PM), light snow began to fall. It got dark earlier than usual, and the snowflakes were fine and delicate.
Following the address on the letter, the two arrived at a house.
Sweetie took out the key from the envelope and opened the door.
There was no one in the house at the time, and it was pitch black all around.
After lighting the candle, Meng Zhelan found a letter under the table.
Fortunately, the kitchen here was well-prepared, and Sweetie cooked two bowls of noodles in no time.
The warmth of the charcoal fire gradually spread throughout the room, dispelling the slight chill seeping in from outside.
Prince An hurriedly finished his work and rushed to Anjifang to pick up Meng Zhelan, only to be told that she had taken her younger sister on a long trip.
Lu Er had just returned with a furnace cauldron when he saw Prince An looking at him with a dark expression. He immediately thought, "Your Highness, is Doctor Meng...is she not here?"
Now that the city gates are closed, he can't chase after them any further and can only return to his lodgings.
Upon entering Meng Zhelan's room, I saw a letter on the table:
Your Highness, I'm going to Yunshu City. Something happened to Xiaoxi, please don't worry...
Oh no, has she discovered that I've been hiding Li Xi's disappearance? Send someone to find Lu Yi.
It took me a while to find him asleep in his own bed.
It turned out that Sweetie couldn't think of any way to get rid of Lu Yi, so she simply mixed some colorless and odorless sleeping pills into the pastries.
They tricked him into eating several pieces of pastry under the guise of letting him try them.
Lu Yi was furious: "Sun Tiantian, you're dead!"
With things having come to this, Prince An had no other choice. "Lu Er, go to Yunshu City to find her tomorrow!"
"Yes." The two men accepted the order and left.
He also knew that Meng Zhelan didn't like being controlled too much.
Moreover, she wasn't his wife yet, so he had even less reason to stop her.
Meanwhile, Li Xi, who was being thought of, was sitting by the bed, with Hong Ying taking her pulse.
She accidentally cut herself while practicing swordsmanship today, and initially thought she would just get it bandaged up and be done with it.
But when the old lady saw that she was injured, she was very anxious and insisted on checking her over.
Hongying realized she had lost her composure and apologized repeatedly, "Yes, I'm so sorry, Miss Yue. Seeing you bleeding reminded me of my daughter who died young."
Seeing this, Li Xi gently patted the back of her hand, "It's okay, you can continue reading."
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