On a narrow road in Fuzhou, a carriage slowly made its way. After meeting Prince Ping, Bai Chuxiao, along with Consort Jing and the two maids Lanxin and Lanxiang, changed into ordinary clothes and disguised themselves as merchants heading to the Northwest. They broke away from the main group and quietly entered Fuzhou, leaving only four guards and Zhan Chi, the coachman, behind.
As for Qing Shuang and Qing Zhu, they remained with the main Flying Cloud Cavalry force, disguising themselves as Bai Chuxiao and Consort Jing to avoid arousing suspicion.
Inside the carriage, Consort Jing chuckled softly as she looked at the handsome young man beside her, "Xiao Xiao truly has skillful hands."
Lanxiang and Lanxin laughed, "That's right! We've been learning from you, Miss, for a long time, but our makeup never looks as natural as yours."
Bai Chuxiao smiled slightly, "What 'Miss'? Call me 'Young Master'. Mother, please don't let it slip that I'm Zui An now."
Consort Jing smiled and said, "Very well, may you be well."
The closer she got to the Northwest, the better her mood became. The palace felt more like a prison to her. Although the journey had been turbulent, she felt incredibly at ease...
Bai Chuxiao then said to the two maids in an annoyed tone, "It's not that your makeup is unnatural, it's that your expressions and body language are unnatural. I told you to observe more carefully, but you never pay attention."
Lanxiang and Lanxin felt a little guilty; their martial arts skills were poor, so their disguises lacked confidence.
Outside the carriage, Zhan Chi said loudly, "Young Master, Madam, it's getting late. Would you like to rest in the town ahead?"
Bai Chuxiao lifted the carriage curtain, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. "Let's go to town and rest for the night."
December is the coldest time of year, not to mention that this place is near the northwest, where the weather is even more bitterly cold, making it unsuitable for traveling overnight. While those who practice martial arts are fine, it would be difficult for Consort Jing and her two maids to withstand the cold...
"yes"
They quickened their pace, but it still took them an hour to reach the town. Being near the northwest, the town's house styles, customs, and language differed greatly from those of the capital and the south. However, for Bai Chuxiao and Lanxiang, who grew up in the northwest, it was all very familiar.
After Lanxiang, speaking in a simple Northwestern accent, had checked in with the innkeeper, Bai Chuxiao added another thick cloak to Consort Jing before helping her down from the carriage.
After personally escorting Consort Jing back to her room and leaving Lanxin to look after her, Bai Chuxiao turned and returned to her own room with Lanxiang.
Sitting by the window, Bai Chuxiao chuckled, "Lanxiang, I didn't expect we'd be back in the Northwest so soon."
Lanxiang lit the brazier and said with a smile, "Yes, we thought Miss was going to the south. Qingzhu and I even studied the customs of Yongzhou for quite some time. Now we won't need them for the time being."
Bai Chuxiao smiled slightly, "It will come in handy. I'm really looking forward to the South too."
She loves snow and the Northwest, but having come into this world, she has never truly lived in the South...
Zhan Chi approached quietly. "Young Master, Xia Fan has sent word that a group of experts is approaching this town."
Bai Chuxiao frowned. "Mu Linfeng and the others?"
Zhan Chi shook his head, "They should be royal guards sent by Chu Wenzheng."
The royal guards around the late emperor were far superior to Chu Tianling's secret guards. If it weren't for the fact that some of them were direct descendants of the former Jin dynasty, they wouldn't have been so easily put to use by Chu Wenzheng.
Bai Chuxiao raised an eyebrow. "He's really willing to do that. Isn't he afraid these people won't leave alive?"
Chu Tianling's wariness of Chu Wenzheng may not be entirely unrelated to these royal guards. If they were all dead, Chu Wenzheng would have fewer bargaining chips. After all, he wasn't the emperor; would he be so kind as to risk his life for Chu Tianling?
Zhan Chi asked, "Young Master, what should we do now?"
Bai Chuxiao's eyes flashed with thought. "Have Xia Fan summon everyone here. Don't let anyone in disturb the peace of the town. Let's go and meet them."
After delivering Lanxiang to Consort Jing's room and leaving a group of men to guard the inn, Bai Chuxiao and Zhan Chi quietly left the city.
Not far from the town, a group of men in black were riding horses, their whips cracking. The leader said in a deep voice, "They must be resting in the town ahead. Tonight's primary target is Consort Jing, followed by Bai Chuxiao. Capture them if you can, and if not, kill them both."
The man in black behind hesitated, "Boss, with just the few of us, are we really capable of dealing with Bai Chuxiao...?"
Princess Consort Yan's skills are so good that she doesn't need anyone to protect her. The people in the Prince Yan's mansion just need to focus on protecting Consort Jing. They've already witnessed the skills of those people in the Prince Yan's mansion, and they're not easy to deal with...
The leader of the men in black said in a deep voice, "Shut up. They broke away from the Flying Cloud Cavalry, evaded the army's interception and numerous eyes and ears, and they definitely didn't bring many people. Tonight, we can only succeed..."
Not all members of the Royal Guard were of one mind. The direct descendants of the former Jin dynasty naturally enjoyed Chu Wenzheng's deep trust, but those in that branch who had honestly served the late emperor were in a worse situation.
Chu Wenzheng didn't trust them at all. Their families had already been taken into custody, and tonight was the perfect opportunity to surrender. If they failed, their fate was unimaginable...
In the endless darkness, a hearty voice suddenly rang out, "Hey everyone, where are we going to kill someone so late at night?"
The group of men in black looked around warily. "Who's there?"
The next moment, a handsome young man in white suddenly appeared, followed by a group of people dressed in various kinds of ordinary people's clothes.
The young man before them was quite unfamiliar. The leader of the men in black narrowed his eyes slightly. "Princess Consort of Yan?"
Bai Chuxiao raised an eyebrow, "You do have some brains, huh?"
The leader of the men in black sneered, "You delivered yourself to my doorstep, so don't blame me."
Bai Chuxiao raised an eyebrow and said, "Who knows who will come knocking on our door? What do you think?"
The man in black gritted his teeth and said, "With so few of you, you think you can kill me? Attack! Capture the Princess Consort of Yan alive..."
Tonight's purpose was to kill. If these people were allowed into the town, innocent people would inevitably be harmed. Bai Chuxiao's eyes turned cold, and she held the Peerless Sword in her hand. Tonight, it was time for this famous sword to be drawn...
The two sides clashed without hesitation. Under the quiet night sky, only the sounds of clashing weapons and the thick stench of blood remained.
Their forces were indeed outnumbered; their white clothes were stained with blood, both of their own and the enemy's.
The battle raged until late into the night, until only the leader of the men in black remained. Bai Chuxiao kicked him to the ground.
The man in black laughed wildly a few times, "Hmph, so what if you kill us all? It just plays right into Chu Wenzheng's hands."
Bai Chuxiao frowned, about to ask something, when the man swiftly plunged the sword into himself. He was going to die sooner or later anyway, so he might as well end it all himself...
Zhan Chi stepped forward and said, "Young Master, it's getting late, let's go back."
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