I doubt it; the King of Beiliang would love to kill her as soon as possible.
She really didn't want to go back to Beiliang, but this was her fate, and this was probably all she could do for the rest of her life.
Miao Nanyan suppressed the sorrow in her heart.
"You should go back quickly too. It looks like it's going to rain." Miao Nanyan looked at the sky. She remembered that when she first arrived in Nanyang, it was a scorching hot day. She didn't expect that the weather would change so quickly in just a few days.
"Thank you, Consort Nan. Take care, Your Highness." Ah Xiang could also sense Consort Nan's dejection. She watched Consort Nan slowly walk towards the carriage, and Yun Jin and Xiang Ling helped Consort Nan into the carriage.
The group slowly disappeared from sight.
...
Three days later, near the border between Beiliang and Nanyang, close to the northern frontier, Miao Nanyan and her servants Yun Jin and Xiang Ling were talking in a carriage.
"Your Majesty, once we cross the northern border, we will reach the northern gate of Beiliang. Once we return to the palace, Your Majesty can finally get some rest."
"Yes, the journey was so bumpy," Yun Jin complained.
Miao Nanyan suddenly felt the sedan chair stop abruptly.
"Huh, what's going on?"
"Why did it stop?" Miao Nanyan lifted the curtain and suddenly saw several masked men in black standing in front of the road.
What is this? Oh no!
As Yun Jin was about to dismount from the carriage, she lifted the curtain and saw the attire of the people in front of her. They were clearly assassins and thieves.
Yun Jin was so frightened that she froze, unsure of how to react.
Miao Nanyan quickly pulled Yun Jin back into the sedan chair.
Were these assassins here to kill her?
Miao Nanyan clenched the poison in her sleeve and removed the stopper from the poison bottle.
Since the assassination attempt she encountered while traveling with Baili Yingfeng, Miao Nanyan has been making poisons from the herbs she finds along the way, carrying them with her for self-defense.
This poison is made from Tripterygium wilfordii and oleander, and the amount carried should be just enough to kill these people.
Miao Nanyan steadied herself, secretly calculating the amount to use and the order of the attacks.
But just as she was making her plans, several hooded men in black suddenly emerged from the alley behind her.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten...
With so many people, there probably won't be enough poison.
It seems today is my day of return. That's fine, too. Returning to the palace in Northern Liang only brings cold treatment; this early release will allow me to see Sister Nan Chen.
There is nothing in this world worth clinging to.
[But poor Yun Jin and Xiang Ling, they'll have to suffer with me.]
"Who goes there?!" the guards escorting Miao Nanyan shouted.
"You dare to stop the royal carriage?!" Yun Jin shouted back, emboldened by the guard's shout.
The other party did not reply.
"Whatever you want? I can give it to you!" Miao Nanyan shouted from inside the sedan chair, she was also a little flustered at this moment.
She may die, but it's not worth it to drag Yun Jin, Xiang Ling, and all the people who escorted her into this mess.
"Hmph, you're from the royal family, all we want is your life!" the assassin shouted disdainfully.
"You are not worthy to know my grandfather's name!" As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black sprinted towards the sedan chair at top speed.
The guards and servants following behind the carriage also drew swords or daggers from their waists, boots, and sleeves, desperately trying to block the attack.
In an instant, swords clashed, producing a series of clanging sounds.
Because it was located in a remote border area between the two countries, there were few pedestrians around, so there was no way to call for help.
A quick-witted guard in blue cloth tried to run out to find the Nanyang Zhenbei Army or the Beiliang Army, who were in charge of border security, for help. Before he could take two steps, the damned assassin pierced his chest from behind, splattering blood all over the ground.
The guard fell to the ground, using all his strength to pull open the flare in his hand. With a "bang," the red firework exploded in the sky.
The assassins gradually surrounded the group.
Miao Nanyan took out the poison from her sleeve, aimed at the masked assassins who were approaching her, Yun Jin, and Xiang Ling, and threw it out while shouting at Yun Jin and Xiang Ling, "Duck! Be careful!"
Unfortunately, the enemy had a large number of people, and the poison ran out as they used it and sprinkled it.
...
Inside a side hall of the Fushuang Palace in Nanyang, Yun Yibo and Yun Yizhong were standing outside the palace's outhouse.
"Third brother, come out quickly, I know you're in there!" Yun Yibo shouted, looking inside.
“Today I’m going to read a bedtime story to my younger sister. The three of us brothers have discussed it first. My second brother and I have already come up with a few storybooks and plays. We’re just waiting for you to come up and take a look.” Yun Yibo patted the stack of storybooks in his hand.
"Wait a minute!" Yun Yishu shouted through gritted teeth.
Yun Yibo and Yun Yizhong squatted outside waiting for him. "Eldest brother, why don't we wait inside the main hall? It's getting windy and a bit cold outside."
Yun Yizhong pulled his collar up a bit; the autumn wind was truly bleak!
"Yun Yishu, did you fall in there?" Yun Yibo's voice was a little impatient.
"Hurry up and come out! We need to finish picking out the storybooks so we can go play football!"
"This kind of cool weather is perfect for playing Cuju!"
"Stop yelling, stop yelling, it's so annoying. You guys go find the princess first, I'll go take a little longer!" Yun Yishu said helplessly, her words coming out in fits and starts, while clattering sounds came from inside the outhouse.
He doesn't know what's wrong with him lately, but he always feels bloated in his stomach and constantly needs to go to the toilet. He used to go only once every ten days or half a month, but now he has to go to the toilet several times a day.
"Ugh, it stinks!"
"Tell me, what kind of world is this? Even the third brother is starting to squat in the outhouse."
Yun Yibo covered his mouth, laughing and pinching his nose, his face showing disgust. He then dragged Yun Yizhong away from the outhouse.
"Did the third brother take croton oil and laxatives? He's been like this for a long time." After walking about half a mile, Yun Yibo finally lowered the sleeve covering his mouth and nose.
"Elder brother, please find an imperial physician to come and take a look," Yun Yizhong said with a worried expression.
“Oh dear, I’m telling you, you’re just worrying about things that don’t concern you. It’s actually good that he’s like this. He didn’t go to the toilet much before, but now that he’s pooping more often, all that filth can get out.”
"Look how fat he's become, he can barely walk steadily. It's good that he's like this."
“Since the third brother can’t come out for a while, we’ll choose from these storybooks.”
"Take a look at this, it's about the Sun family and Old Wang next door."
"That's a bit tacky."
"This is about the Grand Master of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices practicing the Ruthless Sword Technique."
"Hmm, I think this one is good. My younger sister has been practicing martial arts recently, so it might be beneficial for her."
"Okay, all set. I'll tell my princess this tonight!"
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