"Don't think too much -" Sandanfu said, carefully raising his eyes to look at Yelu Daiqin, "The third prince is also afraid that something will go wrong on the way to the capital."
Yelu Daiqin raised his eyelids and glanced at Mr. Sandan, then leaned back and lay down on the soft couch behind him.
He closed his eyes and raised his hand to his forehead, pinching the center of his brows and opening his thin lips lightly.
"Keeping him might be of some use. If he were to die so happily, wouldn't it be an advantage for him?"
He paused, slowly opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the mountains behind him outside the window.
The scene where Jinghua Hairpin cried in that man's arms just now passed through his mind frame by frame like the passing mountains.
His eyes gradually turned sinister, and the hand on his forehead unconsciously clenched into a fist, making San Danfu tremble at the sight and did not dare to raise his head again.
"What's that person's last name?" Yelu Daiqin looked at Mr. Sandan coldly.
"The surname is Qi! The name is He! Qi He! The young master of the Zhenguo Palace is also——" At this point, Mr. Sandan's voice became much softer, "The nephew of the former empress——"
Yelu Daiqin didn't speak anymore. He turned over and lay down on his back. He didn't speak for a long time.
"That humble post will be retired now." Seeing this, Sandanfu stood up to get off the carriage.
"Pass my message to the Third Prince, I want this person." Yelu Daiqin closed his eyes and said calmly.
"yes--"
"Also." Yelu Daiqin paused, "Ninko is dead. From now on, you will stay with me."
The third Danfu's pupils trembled, and he kowtowed respectfully to the soft couch, "Yes!"
"After returning to the palace, remember to go to the Ministry of Household Affairs to pay five hundred taels of silver as a reward for Ninko."
"yes!"
The original road into the capital was blown up at some point, so the group had to take another detour to enter the city.
This road was quite long, and when it got dark before approaching the capital, Chagan Bari ordered to camp on the spot for the night.
But that night, looking at Qi He's tent not far away, Jing Huahan came up with a bold idea.
At dawn the next day, the camp was filled with smoke.
"You - drink some -" Helian Sangma knelt down at Jinghua Hairpin's feet with a bowl of yellow soup.
Jinghua Hairpin was sitting on the soft couch wearing a fur blanket, her forehead propped up in front of the window, her hair becoming more and more disheveled.
A pale face was twisted outward, with dull eyes.
In the corner of the quilt, the white legs were curled up, and there were bright red marks from the knees to the insteps, which was shocking.
Thick brown twisted silk chains were intertwined between the delicate ankles, which was rough and ugly.
Sang Ma sighed, handed the porcelain bowl in her hand to the maid behind her, walked a few steps forward, stretched out her hand to cover the quilt again.
"Princess, don't think about escaping anymore, you can't escape -" Sang Ma said, and handed a half-warm Tang Pozi into Jinghua Hairpin's arms, "The doctor said, if you don't drink the medicine anymore, , the wound will be infected! You might as well drink some!"
Obviously, the encounter with Qi He did not make her feel relieved. On the contrary, it was replaced by despair that was heavier than before.
At this moment, all she could think about was whether she should bite her tongue and commit suicide——
She stayed up all night, constantly condemning herself in her heart.
She was a useless princess, not only destroying the token, but also failed several times to escape.
Last night, she underestimated Sergeant Beidi's qualities.
Not only did he fail to pull Qi He to escape successfully, he was also beaten severely by Erri and Mu, and he looked almost dying.
As for herself, after she was discovered, Chaganbari immediately put chains on her feet.
She struggled and screamed, but the chains still firmly restrained her feet.
Sang Ma was kind to her, but Sang Ma was from Beidi, so she never wanted to say a word to her again.
She gently pulled her hand away from her arms, slowly closed her eyes, and still sat against the window panel with a tired look on her face.
And that Tang Pozi also fell down with a bang.
Sang Ma exclaimed and quickly picked up the maid who handed it to her behind her, "Go get some more hot water."
The maid nodded and left in response.
Outside the tent, Yelu Daiqin was sitting in front of the bonfire wrapped in fur, looking across in confusion.
And there was the carriage that Jinghua Hairpin rode on.
"Second Prince, it's ready." Third Danfu handed a plate of dried meat to Yelu Daiqin.
Yelu Daiqin didn't answer. He raised his hand and pointed at the maid who came out of the carriage not far away, "Call her over."
"Yes." Sandanfu put down the copper plate and walked towards Jinghua Hairpin's carriage.
After a while, the maid arrived in front of Yelu Daiqin.
"My slave, I kowtow to the Second Prince." The maid came forward, put Mrs. Tang in her arms on the small table, and kowtowed to the ground.
Yelu Daiqin was drinking tea. He put down the tea cup, rubbed his hands and said, "Get up."
"Thank you, Second Prince!"
"Soup-making lady?" Yelu Daiqin raised his eyelids and glanced forward.
"As far as the second prince is concerned, yes."
Yelu Daiqin nodded silently and looked towards Jinghua Hairpin's carriage.
He knew what happened last night, but he never came out of the tent to take a look.
He didn't hear Jing Huahan's heartbreaking screams, but only heard Sandanfu say that they put an anklet on her.
"Five thick irons twisted together, together they are as thick as the mouth of a small bowl -" He remembered that when he woke up this morning, Sandanfu was gesturing with his hands in front of him.
"How does she look?" Yelu Daiqin raised his chin towards Jinghua Hairpin's carriage, leaned back, and stared at the maid in front of him with cold eyes.
The maid glanced at Yelu Daiqin timidly and shook her head, "Not very good - she stayed up all night, not only refused to take medicine, she even refused to change the medicine on the wound -"
"Looking at the dying one - it's like - hanging on for breath - maybe he's about to die -"
Yelu Daiqin felt that his mind was suddenly confused, as if there was an impulse that he couldn't control and wanted to push him towards the carriage.
But when he thought of Jinghua Hairpin throwing himself into that man's arms yesterday, he instantly felt that his internal organs were filled with anger again.
What's more, how could he go to see her - wouldn't he have given Ori and Mu a handle!
Reason finally defeated emotion again.
Just die! She is just a wanton woman!
I will be the emperor in the future, and I will be the emperor of the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard. What kind of woman do I want?
Yelu Daiqin turned his head and stopped looking at the carriage. He raised his hand and waved, "Let's go."
The maid responded and left.
But what Yelu Daiqin was thinking had already been seen by Sandan Fu.
After all, the love shown by his master for the former princess a few days ago was so unconcealable.
He understands his helplessness, and he understands his selfishness.
"Second Prince." Third Danfu stepped forward and leaned close to Yelu Daiqin's ear.
"Say." The sun has already come out, shining on Yelu Daiqin's slightly curly hair, casting a halo of light that falls on the corners of his eyes, and his long eyelashes rise and fall.
"I made a lot of milk tea today, and I can't finish it. It would be a waste to throw it away. Do you want to humble yourself and send some to the princess of the former dynasty?"
Yelu Daiqin thought for a moment, got up and walked into the tent, saying in a nonchalant manner, "You can figure it out."
He didn't like his thoughts to be seen through by others, but at this moment, Sandanfu's words did not arouse his disgust at all.
He hates her, but he always feels that if he lets her die - it won't be -
After receiving the agreement, Sandanfu quickly poured the milk tea into another copper pot, put it on the fire to heat, cut a few pieces of milk cake, and headed to the carriage on the opposite side.
But just after taking a few steps, another voice came from behind.
Yelu Daiqin had just entered the tent, but as if he had remembered something, he turned around and chased him out. He stopped Sandanfu and waved him to his side.
He glanced at the milk cakes on the copper plate, then picked up the copper pot of milk tea, took a look at it, and shook his head, "She doesn't like eating these dairy products."
Sandanfu was dumbfounded for a moment, "Then - this -"
Yelu Daiqin paused, went back to the tent to rummage for a while, took out a pack of things and handed it to Sandanfu, "Here are tea leaves. Make some for her and send this over. Then she can cook some batter and bake some." Just send the meat over, nothing else is needed.”
Sandanfu was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe that his master was so attentive now that he even remembered so clearly what the princess liked and didn't like to eat.
In the past, he only heard a few words from others, but now he really saw it.
"Why are you so stunned!" Yelu Daiqin put the tea leaves into Sandanfu's arms and scolded: "Go quickly, we will break camp soon."
"Yes!" San Danfu regained his composure and walked away.
"Wait a minute!" Yelu Daiqin stopped him again, "Which account is the one named Qi in?"
Sandanfu pointed towards the south, and Yelu Daiqin looked in the direction of his finger.
A small tent stood alone on the ground, with four guards guarding the door.
...
A cold shock suddenly woke Qi He up, and the pain in his body hit him again.
He raised his eyelids with difficulty, and the water droplets on his hair slowly slipped into his eyeballs, stinging him with a few tears.
"Second Prince, he is not dead!"
Qi He shook his head with difficulty and tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see clearly who was talking in front of him.
His vision gradually became clearer, and he gradually saw clearly that a man with an elegant face and slightly taller than himself was standing not far away from him with his hands behind his hands, looking at him seriously.
"You - who are you -" Qi He's throat was almost speechless. Last night, Orihemu ordered someone to pour boiling hot water into his throat.
The bloody sweetness filled his mouth and it still lingered until now.
Looking at the man who was tied to the wooden frame in front of him, Yelu Daiqin couldn't help but take a few steps closer.
He was surprised that he didn't beg for mercy after being punished as much as he thought.
Orihemu is a veteran of punishment, and the punishment he gave him was much heavier than he imagined.
He had a premonition that when he appeared in front of him, his first words would be to beg for mercy.
But - he didn't.
"This is our second prince!" The guard stepped forward and shouted. Yelu Daiqin raised his hand and waved him away. "You all should step aside. I want to have a few words with him alone."
"yes!"
