Year after year, entangled and inseparable, 74 exiled to the border region

  Xue Qing somehow managed to stick a fake mole with the character for "slave" on Yan's left cheek, and at first the cold fake skin made Yan's hair stand on end. Yan covered her mouth and touched the fake mole on her face: "Xue Qing jie, your face..."

  "Don't worry about me, for now, just make sure you're safe tomorrow. I'm afraid that before you even reach the border, you'll already be dead. Moyang has taken care of everything on your journey, but nothing is absolute. Oulan and Rong Huanghou will definitely try to get rid of you, so be careful when you settle things. Friendly reminder: this book's first update website... Xueqing now covered her face with Pan Moyang's silk handkerchief, only revealing a pair of eyes."

  "What is the intention of Empress Rong after all?" Yan'er still couldn't figure out Empress Rong's scheme, could it be that as a ruler of a country, she can disregard everything for her daughter's happiness and trample on people's lives?

  "As for Empress Rong, we don't understand her very well either. Just because she's doing this for Oulanyan, I think it's not that simple. Although she is Oulanyan's birth mother, she has been living outside the palace for many years and doesn't seem to dote on Oulanyan like other imperial consorts do. Instead, Emperor Jing seems to be more fond of Oulanyan. This time, we don't know what Empress Rong's intentions are either. But this Empress Rong, as far as I can remember, only returns to the palace during times of crisis in Panlong Country. Emperor Jing also treats her with great respect. Can't help but say that this Empress Rong is indeed a strange person." Xueqing always speaks on our behalf, and Yan'er knows that Xueqing has been speaking up for Pan Yueyang all along.

  "She was the queen after all, with absolute power over the world, and every woman in the world belonged to her. She wanted to get rid of me, as easy as turning her palm, humph, why should I still compromise for a thread of life?" Yan'er also had a sense of dignity, she gazed at Xue Qing's face covered by a silk handkerchief.

  "Rumors have it that Empress Rong is skilled in fortune-telling and can be said to be a living goddess. We haven't seen it ourselves, just heard the rumors, you don't need to pay attention to these things." Xue Qing pulled Yan'er's hand: "Yue Yang is very worried about you."

  As soon as Xue Qing mentioned Pan Yu Yang, her stiff fingers quickly pulled back: "My life is mine, not heaven's."

  Xue Qing shook her head, it seemed that Yue Yang was gradually fading from Cang Er's heart. Xue Qing sighed: "I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

  "Xue Qing, the wound on your face..." Yan Er didn't expect that Xue Qing, who was usually cold and distant, would be the one to save her in a moment of crisis. The warmth and coolness of human relationships were indeed difficult for her to grasp at times.

  "I've informed Mu Bai, I believe he'll arrive soon." Xue Qing patted An's shoulder, covering her mouth with a silk handkerchief as she smiled gently, then left the cell and relocked it, not looking at An again.

  His face was tied to the crossbeam, his body numb but without the numbing pain that pierced his heart. Pan Yu Yang, I misjudged you, thinking you were a towering figure, but in fact you're just an ordinary man who only knows how to flatter and obey.

  Time passed bit by bit, and before she knew it, the sky had already brightened up. Her face hadn't slept all night, constantly thinking about what had happened in the past half year. She raised her head to look at the high window bars above the prison cell.

  Creaking sound

  The prison door was opened at some unknown time. Yan'er gathered her thoughts and looked coldly at the few women who had appeared in front of her again yesterday.

  "Let's go." The woman who was in charge looked around and finally fixed her gaze on Yaner's face. Yaner instinctively lowered his head and turned away, which pleased the woman. She realized that she had untied Yaner and turned to lead the way forward.

  Her face was pushed and shoved to the ground, all she saw were several pairs of black boots in front of her. She got up and patted the dust off her body. The sky was not being kind, the more unlucky she was, the more it seemed to snow, the cold wind blowing against her thin body. She pulled her cloak tightly around her, this cloak that still belonged to Rong Huanghou.

  The five guards did not speak, but simply put handcuffs on Yan's wrists and had one of them lead him away.

  "Hey, big brother, can you slow down a bit?" Yan's face was flushed as she stumbled among the guards. She could barely keep up with their pace even by jogging, and if they continued like this, she would collapse from exhaustion before they reached their destination.

  "Let's slow down a bit further away from the imperial city, we've troubled you enough for now." A slightly older-looking guard spoke up languidly.

  Her face immediately understood the meaning, nodded and smiled, enduring physical discomfort, continuing to stumble and run among the guards.

  Baili Mubai glanced up at the sky, damn it, how did it suddenly start snowing heavily? He roughly wiped his face, the long-term exhaustion of his internal energy made him somewhat physically weak. After passing this mountain slope, he would arrive at the Imperial City. Baili Mubai didn't stop flying, instead, he drew up another surge of internal energy and accelerated his journey.

  As soon as he entered the imperial city, Bai Mu rushed to the general's mansion, and at this moment, he didn't care about the contemptuous expressions of the people passing by.

  At the sound of a whistle, Bai Mu suddenly stopped and in front of him was his senior brother's general mansion. He suddenly turned right into an alleyway.

  "Master sister!" Bai Li Mu saw that although Xue Qing's face was covered with a silk handkerchief, she could still be recognized at a glance: "Why are you covering your face?"

  Xue Qing smiled and slowly pulled down the silk handkerchief on her face, revealing a blood-red slave character on her left cheek. Looking at Bai Li Mu's astonished expression, she slowly put the handkerchief back on.

  "Who did this to you!" Ba Li Mu Bai's eyes blazed with fury as he grasped Xue Qing's shoulders.

  "This is what Yan'er deserves, I'm just taking the punishment for her." Xue Qing pulled down Bai Li Mu's hand from her shoulder and comforted him with gentle eyes.

  "What's going on?!" Bai Li Mu Bai's face changed as soon as he heard that the matter was related to Yan Er, and his whole body seemed to be unstable.

  Xue Qing briefly told him what had happened during this time, and then led out the horses that Bai Li Mu had prepared for him: "There's dry rations here, and some silver. Yan and the others just left not long ago. You can follow them on their way."

  "Baili Muru stroked the horse's mane: 'Sister, Yan'er will be grateful to you for her whole life.'"

  "I don't ask anyone to be grateful to me, remember that I am a subordinate of Yue Yang, and doing things for the master cannot be too calculating." Xue Qing grasped Bai Li Mu's hand tightly and pressed it down firmly.

  "I am not his subordinate." Baili Muru knew the intention of her senior sister, and she coldly withdrew her hand, turned over and mounted her horse.

  "Be careful all the way." Xue Qing watched as the horse, which had just been whipped by Baili Murong, began to run wildly outside. She reminded him, looking at Baili Murong's back.

  Baili Muru saw the slender figure of Yan'er from afar, with five guards pulling on her handcuffs. Yan'er hung her head low, and the biting wind blew into her cloak, puffing it up. Baili Muru reined in his horse: "Halt!"

  After a few cracks of the whip, five guards fell to the ground: "Ah!" Yan'er was so frightened that she crouched on the ground and didn't dare to lift her head. Hadn't she even left the imperial city yet, and Empress Rong had already sent assassins after her?

  "Spare our lives! We are on a mission to escort prisoners to the border, please let us pass so we can complete our task." One of the guards begged with his hand covering his chest and blood in his mouth.

  "Hmph!" Bai Li Muru played with the horse whip in his hand.

  The voice sounds so familiar? Her face suddenly lifted up: "Mu Bai!"

  Baili Muyue jumped off her horse and quickly ran to Yan'er's side, making a gesture as if she was about to untie her handcuffs.

  "Stop, Mu Bai. These few guards are not bad people." Yan'er pressed down on Baili Mu Bai's hand and looked around: "Pang Yueyang's men."

  Five guards immediately knelt down on the ground: "Good man, it seems that you are also a friend of General Pan. General Pan has entrusted us, and we will take good care of this young lady along the way." Seeing that Baili Muxue's purpose was to rescue Yan'er, the guards thought in their hearts that although they didn't know what kind of divine being she was, this young lady couldn't be underestimated.

  "Get up! Undo her handcuffs." Baili Murong's heart ached as he looked at Yan'er's wrist, which had already been rubbed raw by the iron chain and was oozing blood.

  "A good man can't do this, we haven't even left the imperial city yet, and all along the way, it's also to protect the young lady thoroughly."

  Hearing the guard say this and seeing Yan'er nodding her head, Baili Muru flipped onto his horse: "You all go ahead, I'll protect you from the shadows."

  The guard stood up on horseback and pulled up Yan'er to continue moving forward. Baili Muru looked at the back of the six people, but could only follow from a distance.

  A few people left the imperial city, not far away, the guard opened the handcuffs on Yan'er's hands. One of the guards ran to the back of the woods and pulled out a horse-drawn carriage: "Miss, get in the car, there are cotton clothes inside, you'd better change quickly."

  Yan'er nodded and directly jumped onto the horse carriage. The temperature inside the carriage was warmer than outside, and the curtains were also made of cotton, which blocked out a lot of wind and cold. Although the horse carriage had been waiting outside for a night, it wasn't very warm inside either. However, this was already the best for Yan'er. She quickly put on a cotton-padded jacket, and her body slowly felt some warmth.

  The guards saw Yan'er get into the carriage and start speeding up, the carriage running non-stop: "Miss, it's likely that there are ambushes along the way, we must speed up, you hold on tight."

  Her face was covered with a carriage swaying and about to vomit her stomach, the tumbling feeling inside her body was so familiar...

  There was a small bed in the carriage, with a quilt on it. Yan'er had wanted to lie down and rest, but the speed of the carriage made her dare not lie down. She could only sit on the bed, and another wave of dizziness washed over her. Yan'er couldn't take the bumpiness, so she opened the window of the carriage and let in some cold air, which seemed to make her feel a bit better. She grasped the window frame and looked out at the snowflakes flying by outside. Suddenly, she stuck her head out and saw Baili Moye's figure not far behind the carriage, riding his horse closely behind them. Yan'er felt slightly more at ease, and having Moye by her side seemed to make her feel much more secure.

  Recalling those days, from the moment she gave birth to her stillborn child, Pan Yueyang had been by her side every step of the way. She was so happy and sweet that she forgot about her hatred for Pan Yueyang. Then came Ou Ruolan's meticulous plan, which pushed her to the forefront of attention. And then there was the arrival of Rong Huanghou... Yan'er suddenly froze, since her last miscarriage until now, she hadn't had her period yet, could it be?

  Could I be pregnant again?!