It turns out that Yan Xiaoyu has grown up, and Aya has also grown up, and they are no longer the noisy little girls they used to be.
"Aya, do you understand the letter?" Yan Xiaoyu frowned slightly and pulled the package on her shoulder.
Aya shook her head and looked at Yan Xiaoyu with some confusion. She knew that those words were written by Yan Xiaoyu, and she also saw that Concubine Yan in the palace was not the real Yan Xiaoyu. The letter had been sent back to Dongchu by her flying pigeon.
Ask Bai Liruo to translate for her.
But she didn't trust her, so she came over to have a look. Sure enough, she was on the edge of the cliff where they used to stay.
At that time, Yan Xiaoyu was still in the East Palace. She often got nervous and wanted to jump off the cliff. She told her that if she jumped, she would be in another world.
"Aya, I'm leaving the capital. Are you willing to leave with me?" Yan Xiaoyu took out a deck of playing cards from her arms and handed them to Aya. Only the real Yan Xiaoyu knew this thing.
It can be done.
Aya took the playing cards and looked at them with a serious expression. She looked at Yan Xiaoyu in disbelief.
"The way I am now, I can just start a new life. Before, I seemed to have had a prosperous but terrifying dream." Yan Xiaoyu was confused, and she was not sure about the future. She is now the princess of Prince Rui's Mansion.
With her identity, can she still stay away from the disputes in the court?
Aya was silent. The first time she saw her, she had a shocking feeling. Although her appearance was different, the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling in her eyes was definitely unmistakable!
Even though Bai Liruo hasn't translated the letter to her yet, she already understands that her master is the woman in front of her.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around and saw Aya taking out an old military-standard pistol from her sleeve. The dark muzzle was facing her. Aya held up the gun, pulled the safety catch, and looked through the sight with sharp eyes.
Wearing Yan Xiaoyu.
Yan Xiaoyu was slightly stunned, with an inexplicable pain in her chest. Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun and Aya's cold eyes, her heart almost stopped beating.
Unexpectedly, Aya just adjusted the pistol, then reversed the gun and threw it directly to Yan Xiaoyu. She stepped forward, held her hand, and wrote on her palm, "Who hurt you?"
Yan Xiaoyu was filled with joy and sorrow while holding the pistol. Aya, do you recognize her? "Aya, do you believe me? Do you really believe me?" Her nose was a little blocked and her voice was astringent.
"I believe you are Yan Xiaoyu!" Aya wrote one stroke at a time on Yan Xiaoyu's hand with a firm look on her face.
At that moment, Yan Xiaoyu's eyes were a little moist. Aya didn't even understand the letter, but she believed her. It was just a pair of playing cards and a simple word. She believed her and recognized her...
Holding Aya in her arms and crying, Aya stroked her hair and looked into the distance, figures flashing, and her eyes bursting with awe-inspiring murderous intent.
Yan Xiaoyu seemed to notice something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere. She held Aya's hand tightly and said, "Aya, don't be impulsive..."
Aya looked around like a fighting cock, and her other hand had already drawn the Damascus knife at her waist. Yan Xiaoyu stopped her, "Aya, let's leave this place of right and wrong!"
Aya relaxed for a moment and pulled Yan Xiaoyu towards the horse not far away. Unexpectedly, the wind passed by and the shadows moved. A group of secret guards from the palace had already stopped in front of the two of them, and a row of people stood in a golden formation.
On their way.
Aya drew out her sword and stood in front of Yan Xiaoyu. The leading secret guard cupped his fists and said, "Miss Aya, the emperor has asked you to go back to the palace!"
Aya was solemn, showing a look of disdain. Yan Xiaoyu stepped forward and returned a salute to the secret guard, "Brother, please tell the emperor, Aya is my sworn sister, Xiao Hanjing, and we may have to go together."
Leave the capital..."
Before Yan Xiaoyu finished speaking, the secret guard sneered. The long sword in his hand changed its angle, and the thin blade exuded a cold light. "Princess, everyone in Prince Rui's Mansion is under house arrest now. These are not our jurisdiction."
, but please don’t embarrass us, Princess!”
Yan Xiaoyu concluded, yes, Xiao Hanjing is just a princess under house arrest. How can she be qualified to order the emperor's personal guards?
Aya had already lost her temper. After a big argument, she stepped forward and started fighting with the secret guard. Yan Xiaoyu stamped her feet anxiously beside her. If she continued like this, her identity would be exposed...
"Stop, I'll accompany Aya and go back with you!" Yan Xiaoyu shouted loudly.
Aya stopped and looked back at Yan Xiaoyu in confusion. Yan Xiaoyu took a deep breath. She is no longer the Yan Xiaoyu she was before. She knows the fundamental way to solve the problem.
Back in the palace, Xiao Ninglan was reviewing the memorial at night in front of the palace lanterns. The orange light outlined his thin handsome face in a faint silhouette. He was slightly surprised when he looked at Yan Xiaoyu and Aya who were captured by the secret guards.
, but quickly returns to nature.
"Aya, I just want to ask you, where is the real Yan Xiaoyu?" Xiao Ninglan tapped her fingers lightly on the table, leaned back on the dragon couch, squinted her eyes, and looked at Aya dangerously.
Aya turned away and looked indifferent. Xiao Ninglan smiled, looked at Xiao Hanjing and said, "Little princess, can you tell me what role you played in all this?
"
Yan Xiaoyu smiled calmly, Xiao Ninglan, what role do you think I will play in the future?
It turned out that he had discovered that Concubine Yan was not her, but she had underestimated him. This calm man, his city, was indeed something she could not see clearly or touch...
"Your Majesty, Aya is my sworn sister. She once rescued me outside the palace. We hit it off right away, so we plan to leave the capital together!" Yan Xiaoyu looked at Xiao Ninglan's eyes, which were alienated and cold as never before.
"Really?" Xiao Ninglan raised her head slightly, smiled mockingly, and then said coldly, "Come here, take Aya to the torture room and torture her to extract a confession until," he paused and looked at Yan Xiaoyu mockingly, "until Xiaojun
Until the Lord is willing to tell the truth of the matter!"
Yan Xiaoyu's face turned pale, and she was immediately pushed to the torture chamber of the prison. She had been tortured there before and knew how terrible it was. Her legs felt weak along the way, but Aya turned around and gave her a firm look.
The whip like a storm fell in front of Aya without interruption. Yan Xiaoyu was just imprisoned aside to watch the execution. Her face turned pale as she watched the barbs in the whip pick up pieces of Aya's skin, and the whip interrupted