Chu Yicheng returned in the evening and saw her in a brocade dress, only slightly surprised, then sat down beside her and asked: "How did you have the leisure to dress up like this?"

  Yan Xijun didn't even lift her head, smiling and responding: "Anyway, being idle is still being idle. I might as well find some canvas to embroider. Prince Wang, you're a busy person, aren't you? You're never seen all day, and you haven't taken me out for a stroll either. I can only use embroidery to pass the time."

  "Son, you're blaming me for not taking you out to have fun."

  "How dare I blame Wang Ye." Yan Xijun said with an intentionally nonchalant tone.

  Chu Yicheng smiled and scratched her little nose with his hand, saying: "Wait until I'm busy for the next few days and then I'll take you out to play. Bear with it a bit longer."

  "Hmm. You said it yourself. Don't forget." Yan Xijun put down her embroidery needle and looked at him as she spoke.

  "When did I ever go back on my word to you?" Chu Yicheng grasped her icy hands and placed them in his chest to warm them up, saying with concern: "The capital is also cold, you have to take care of your body, don't harm your own body for these unimportant things."

  "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I can take care of myself." Yan Xijun nodded in appreciation.

  For the next two days, she stayed in her room embroidering and reading books. Except for meals and taking a walk, she didn't leave her room.

  Chu Yicai has been really busy these past two days, he hasn't been seen all day and even comes back very late at night, usually after she's already asleep.

  The days passed quietly like this. On the third day, Yan Xijun was embroidering in the house as usual. After embroidering for a while, she said that her stomach was hungry and asked Mei to call a maid to bring her some food.

  Very soon, a maid brought some desserts over. Yan Xijun let her in and then closed the door. The maid put down the desserts and was about to leave when Yan Xijun hastily called out to her, saying don't go yet, wait until I finish eating before taking the food box back.

  She ordered that servant girl not to dare disobey her. She had no choice but to meekly lower her head and stay there waiting for her to finish eating.

  Yan Xijun slowly ate the fragrant oil sweet pancake she was holding. After finishing, she beckoned to Yinger and said: "You come and eat too, I can't finish it."

  "It's not allowed. As servants, we can't eat our master's food." Yaya lowered her head, looking at her toes, and said respectfully.

  Yan Xijun picked up the dessert and placed it in her hand, smiling warmly: "Don't worry, just eat. If you finish this dessert, I'll let you be Wangye's personal maid."

  She heard her condition and her eyes sparkled with excitement, looking up at her in disbelief and exclaimed: "Miss, are you telling the truth?"

  "I'm serious. Not joking at all." Yan Xijun smiled and nodded at her.

  "The maid thanked the young lady and said she would finish the dessert." The maid couldn't wait to start eating.

  "Sorry." Yan Xijun silently apologized to her in his heart. She had no choice but to do so either.

  Today she must escape. She is going to meet Ming and then they will escape from the capital together.

  Yan Xijun finished muttering to herself, then turned around and walked out of the room. She said to Mei, who was waiting outside the door: "After we finish dessert later, I want to take a nap. If there's nothing urgent, don't come disturb me, got it?"

  "Oh, alright. You sleep tight, I'll be keeping watch outside." Mei nodded and said to her.

  "Uh-huh." Yan Xijun closed the door and walked into the inner room. The thing she had been expecting happened just as she had anticipated. That girl was lying on the ground. She had just put ** in the sweet pastry. This was still what Ming had brought over that night. Who would have thought it would come in handy so soon?

  It's also lucky to have this. Otherwise, she wouldn't know how to escape.

  Yan Xijun squatted on the ground and stripped off Ya Huan's clothes, then took off his own outer garment and exchanged identities with her. After much effort, he moved her to the "bed". Finally, Yan Xijun, disguised as Ya Huan, came out carrying a food box.

  The charming girl outside looked at her and asked: "Has the girl inside fallen asleep?"

  Yan Xijun lowered her head, nodded slightly, and then quickly walked past Mei's face.

  Mai just took a glance at her back with a slightly puzzled look, then didn't stop her and certainly didn't make her lift up her head.

  Arrived smoothly and unimpeded at the backyard. Yan Xijun threw away the food box, glanced at the narrow dog hole in front of her, gritted her teeth, squatted down, and crawled out.

  This hole was discovered by her during a walk over the past few days. It's a very small hole. Fortunately, she has a slender body. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get out.

  And she had no other way to go except drilling through the dog hole. The big gate was definitely not an option for her to walk out. And she didn't have any martial arts skills, nor could she fly over rooftops or climb walls. It was also impossible for her to jump over the wall.

  After coming out, she first went to a clothing store and exchanged the jade hairpin for a set of coarse cloth clothes and a hat. Then she got a veil to cover her face. Only then did she step out of the door and head towards her father's tomb.

  The tombs in the suburbs of Beijing are quite far away. She went to a pawnshop and pawned her jade bracelet for ten taels of silver. Only then did she buy some incense paper and candles, hire a horse-drawn carriage, and set off on the road.

  Arrived near the cemetery, Yan Xijun got off the carriage and walked over personally.

  Kneeling in front of the stone monument, Yan Xijun couldn't help but shed tears. Although her father didn't love her very much, he was still a blood relative.

  Nowadays, the two are separated by yin and yang, and they will never see each other again. Even before his father's death, he himself did not see him once.

  Thinking of this, Yan Xijun was heartbroken. She held the paper money and threw it into the air. Crying, she said: "Dad, I'm sorry. Your daughter is unfilial. Please forgive me. This life cannot be spent under your knees, but in the next life, I still want to be your daughter."

  Stroking the bold and powerful characters on the stone tablet, Yan Xijun had already figured it out. These were Chu Yixuan's own handwritten imperial edict.

  What a profound and mysterious person! First, he sentenced people to death, then bestowed inscriptions on stone tablets. What is the point of doing so? Is it out of guilt or some other reason?

  Father is still good. After death, there is a place to bury the body. What about other relatives? Are they all abandoned in the wilderness?

  Is my dearest Aunt Xiu also gone? Has she passed away too?

  Thinking of these things, Yan Xijun had fallen to the ground in tears several times, wiping away her tears only to cry again immediately.

  The sky had drifted down snowflakes. Soon the surroundings all turned into a vast expanse of white. She stopped crying, but still knelt on the ground.

  Suddenly, a loud horseshoe sound echoed in the quiet cemetery. Yan Xijun thought it was Chu Chengming who had arrived, so she turned her head back.

  A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing away her hat. Her long black hair fell down around her. The veil that had previously covered her face had already fallen off when she was crying.

  When Chu Yixuan on horseback saw the 'girl' kneeling on the ground, he was shocked and his eyes widened in surprise, his mouth agape. Wasn't this the person he had been thinking about day and night?

  She didn't die after all. And at this moment, she appeared alive and well right in front of him.