Late at night, Simeng and Siyi escorted Princess Zhaoping to the vicinity of the Ninth Prince's military camp as planned.
Simeng said in a cool and disrespectful tone, "Princess, we can only take you this far. Any closer and we'll be spotted by the sentries."
"Alright, alright, that's enough for you, no need to see me off any further." Princess Zhaoping's voice trembled slightly, whether from excitement or nervousness.
This was the first time Princess Zhaoping had ever acted alone in her entire life.
Although the torchlight of the military camp could be seen ahead, there was still a long mountain road to the camp. In addition, it was late at night in summer, and the sounds of animals and insects in the mountains were very active.
Princess Zhaoping was terrified and took small, hesitant steps forward, turning back almost every three steps, wanting to turn back several times.
Simeng and Siyi, however, kept waving at her impatiently, urging her to move forward:
"Princess, go quickly! This is your last chance!"
"Princess, if the Ninth Prince breaks camp and returns to the capital, you will be left behind again and have to return to the capital alone!"
Hearing the words of the two maids, and thinking of the Empress Dowager's past kindness to her and her current cold treatment of her, Princess Zhaoping gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, stared intently at the firelight of the military camp, and walked forward at the fastest speed she had ever seen.
After she walked away.
Simeng asked sarcastically, "Simeng, do you think she'll succeed this time?"
"Heh, half and half, I guess." Siyi's expression clearly showed her contempt and mockery.
Simeng laughed: "Fifty-fifty? Half chance of moving that bandit and successfully meeting the Ninth Prince; half chance of being killed by that bandit?"
After saying that, the two burst into laughter again.
Princess Zhaoping endured her fear and twisted her ankle twice before finally seeing the gate of the military camp. She rushed forward, crying.
That saved her the trouble of pretending; the fright she experienced along the way was enough to make her cry!
"Who goes there!"
When the soldiers at the gate saw someone rushing over, they quickly pointed the tips of their spears forward and sternly stopped Princess Zhaoping.
"I am Princess Zhaoping. Please go in and inform the Prince that I have something very important to tell him," Princess Zhaoping said, sobbing, her face streaked with tears.
The soldiers looked at each other, but when they saw the jade disc of her identity in her hand, they had no choice but to believe it.
at this time.
Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao had just lain down for a short while when they heard a soldier outside report.
Ji Fengyao was about to put on her clothes.
Shang Xiye reached out and pressed her down, saying coldly, "Let her go back."
A moment later.
The voice without a shadow rang out again from outside: "Your Highness, Princess Zhaoping came alone."
"Oh?" Shang Xiye was somewhat surprised and exchanged a glance with Ji Fengyao.
Ji Fengyao advised, "Your Highness, it's rare that she managed to escape all by herself. Even if she came with a purpose, this is still a rare opportunity."
"Yes, my little wife is right." Shang Xiye, like a docile big wolfhound, gently kissed the little bandit's forehead, stroked her cute little bun face, and said softly, "Then you rest first, I'll go take a look."
"That won't do!" Ji Fengyao grabbed Shang Xiye's arm and pouted mischievously, saying, "If my husband is going to meet his rival at night, who can sleep soundly?"
This was the first time the little bandit had called him "husband," and even though it was a joke, it still made Shang Xiye's heart flutter, finding it extremely pleasant to hear!
He couldn't help but turn around and pounce on the little bandit girl, his eyes sparkling with a fiery light, and said coquettishly, "My little wife, you called me 'husband' so sweetly, say it again."
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