"Your Highness, the person has escaped."
She gazed calmly into the distance and said in a low voice, "I understand."
Yin Fang, who was holding the umbrella for her, remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking up: "The Seventh Princess of Qi is so young yet possesses such courage and boldness. Given time, she may become a major threat! Is Your Highness really going to let her go?"
Yan Mingyi curled her lips: "When did I let her go? She escaped on her own merits."
Even so, she had anticipated a prison break, but she did not arrange for strict guards, which was a deliberate act of leniency.
Yan Mingyi knew, of course, that with Jiang Zhijing's temperament, this trip would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains, but she also wanted to see how far a woman could go.
Her eyes darkened, and she sighed softly, "When I see her, it's like seeing myself in the past."
But Jiang Zhijing's path is far more difficult than hers was before.
At least she has her father's support, but what about Jiang Zhijing?
Her mother used her as a pawn in her power struggle, and her father wanted to kill her. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was completely isolated and helpless.
Yan Mingyi couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship, and if they were to become enemies in the future, she would not hold back.
But now, she hopes even more that Jiang Zhijing will live on and rise to a higher position, for herself and for millions of women.
Yan Mingyi curled her lips and said with an ambiguous meaning, "The play that Shen Tangning invited me to watch was indeed wonderful. I haven't enjoyed it so much in a long time."
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After leaving Yanjing, Jiang Zhijing met up with the people who were supposed to meet her.
Dorjee finally met his own people. He cursed incessantly, cursing Emperor Chongde and his ancestors for eighteen generations before he felt relieved.
Seeing Jiang Zhijing stop, he looked at her suspiciously: "Why did you stop?"
Jiang Zhijing couldn't help but roll her eyes and coldly mocked, "What, do you want me to see this through to the end and send you back to the Northern Barbarians?"
Dorjee's face turned red from the mockery, and he started cursing again: "Who cares? If it weren't for you, would I be in this situation where I'm being chased?"
He mounted his horse, glaring at her fiercely: "Jiang Zhijing, you just wait, when we get back I'll declare war on Qi!"
The latter didn't even lift his eyelids, and lazily said, "We await your arrival."
The Northern Barbarians have only been at peace for half a year, and it is a time for them to recuperate. Let's see if the King of the Northern Barbarians will break his legs!
This indifferent attitude infuriated Dorje, who brandished his whip and walked away without looking back.
Shortly after Dorje left, another group of people quietly appeared.
Yan Jue lifted the carriage curtain and peeked out, her face pale but with a smile on her lips: "I ran into a bit of an accident and arrived a little late. I almost missed it."
Jiang Zhijing frowned when she saw his sickly appearance: "I say, you sickly fellow, you're already in dire straits, what are you trying to prove? It's not like I can't find my way back!"
Yan Jue's expression relaxed a little: "It's alright, I'll always come to see you off when you leave."
After all, who knows when we'll see each other again?
He paused slightly, his voice becoming more somber, "I'll take you to see someone."
Jiang Zhijing realized something, her gaze darkened, and she fell silent.
...
Arriving at a grave mound, the grave stood alone without a tombstone or name, overgrown with weeds and some unknown wildflowers, swaying gently in the rain.
Yun Que's eyes reddened, realizing what was happening, and she staggered forward, asking, "What is this?"
The drizzle dampened her brows and eyes. Jiang Zhijing remained silent for a long time before squatting down, her voice extremely soft:
"Pingting, I've come to see you."
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