I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

She called the jailer over, and took out a small gold bar from her belt, and gave it to him along with the food box.

"Brother, please help me run this food box back to Piyun Palace."

The jailer just took the food box and hesitated.

"I can't use this food box if it's left here, so why not fulfill the princess's kindness? Also, the princess didn't look well just now, so tell her not to bear it and go see the imperial physician. Please take care of yourself."

As he spoke, Jiang Xingkuo stuffed the gold bar into his collar and whispered, "You can't bring this thing with you when you are born, and you can't take it with you when you die. We have committed such a serious crime, and we don't know when we will be executed. This is just a small gift, just give it to you to drink some wine, it's better than others picking it up. Besides... I heard that the princess is also very generous..."

The jailer opened the food box and checked it, but it was empty.

There should be no problem.

He was very excited and nodded randomly while saying, "Okay, okay! I'll run the errand for you!" Then he took the lunch box and left.

"Does she have anything else to say to this princess?" An Huanyan opened the empty food box and frowned.

"Yes. She told you to take care of your health. If you are not feeling well, remember to seek medical treatment from the imperial physician in time." The jailer said respectfully.

"Gone?"

"Gone."

An Huanyan seemed to be thinking about something.

Song Yan stuffed a handful of golden pumpkin seeds into the jailer's mouth, and the jailer was so happy that his mouth was splitting with laughter. This trip really made a lot of money.

As soon as the jailer left, An Huanyan ran to the East Palace with the food box.

After hearing her words, the prince pondered for a moment and took the food box again.

When I opened it, it was still empty.

"Brother Prince, what on earth does she mean?" An Huanyan scratched her head but couldn't figure it out.

The prince said nothing, and opened the second and third layers of the food box, which were all clean plates. He picked up the plates, and there was no note underneath.

That’s right, she didn’t even bring a pen with her, so how could she write a note?

He suddenly remembered something and asked, "What is she wearing today? Did she bring anything?"

"She's already in prison, what else can she wear? We've cut off her veil." An Huanyan couldn't help sighing when she thought of her miserable appearance.

"Where's the headdress?"

"All that's left is a silver hairpin for holding your hair, it's worthless."

The prince opened the lid of the food box again, but there was nothing on it. There was nothing on the second layer either.

It was not until the back of the third layer that words were faintly engraved.

"There are words!" An Huanyan pointed at the three words on it with surprise.

Sure enough, most people don’t look at the back of the food box when they open it.

The prince took some incense ash and wiped it, and the writing was immediately filled in, revealing three words: "Drunk in the Spring Breeze."

"Zui Chunfeng? What place is that?" An Huanyan looked up and asked the prince in confusion.

The prince turned his face away in embarrassment and closed the food box again.

"Princess, Princess!" Song Yan secretly pulled her sleeve, "Zui Chunfeng is the largest brothel in Youling City..."

"Brothel?!" An Huanyan's eyes lit up, "I want to go there too..."

"No!" The prince rejected her flatly and drove her back to Piyun Palace.

"Wu Ye, does Zui Chunfeng have any of our people?" the prince asked to the empty corner.

"Your Highness, yes. It's the courtesan Wei Chuchu." Wu Ye suddenly landed in front of the prince.

"Inform her to secretly search for Doctor Chen and his mother and son. Make sure to find them for me. Bring some more people to support him. I'm afraid the other side has a lot of people as well."

"Your Highness, should I still keep an eye on that part of the prison?"

The prince was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes helplessly: "Forget it, you should just go and keep an eye on it. Send someone else to deal with Zui Chunfeng's matter. Do it covertly. I just lifted the house arrest, and I don't want to cause any more trouble."

"Yes."

The next day, Jiang Xingkuo looked suspicious as he watched the jailer smilingly as he brought in several sets of clothes and a large box of rouge and powder.

"Girl, please follow me over here. This is a single cell. You can wash up here."

The jailer took her to a cell with a bed and a pillow.

"What does that mean? The treatment has gotten better?" she muttered.

Seeing the jailer about to leave, he quickly asked, "Brother, what's going on?"

"Girl, someone asked me to look after you. I am of low status, so this is all I can do..." There was obviously some flattery in the jailer's words.

"Who is it? The princess?" Jiang Xingkuo guessed.

"Miss, please stop asking. I can't tell you. If you reveal it, you will be punished by death." The jailer looked embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, I get it, you can go out." Jiang Xingkuo waved his hand impatiently.

Maybe it’s the prince, but it’s not convenient to say it clearly.

"Okay! If you need anything, I will do my best to help you."

The jailer closed the door and wiped his sweat.

"Oh my god, who is this girl? Several great gods asked me to take care of her."

As he thought about it, he suddenly felt the gold and silver bills in his arms with satisfaction, "I'm rich! I'm rich!"

Jiang Xingkuo looked at these gorgeous clothes and picked out the plainest white silk dress to put on. Just treat it as mourning clothes.

She took a look at the rouge and powder and covered it up again.

After all, these are periods of national mourning, so it’s better not to get too fancy.

After washing up, she finally had a good sleep, feeling relaxed.

The next morning, before she woke up, she was awakened by a hurried knock on the door.

"Girl, girl, get up. The Queen and His Majesty want to see you." The jailer had a worried look on his face until he met hers.

Seeing his jaw drop, Jiang Xingkuo couldn't help but wonder whether he should continue making a fool of himself.

"Miss... Miss... please hurry up..." The jailer finally reacted.

"Forget it." Jiang Xingkuo walked out with his head held high. "Please tell him one more thing for me. Ask him if he has consulted Doctor Chen."

The jailer agreed, then belatedly asked, "Who is it for? The one who gave you the clothes yesterday?"

But Jiang Xingkuo had already gone far away.

Several other jailers were escorting her, so she could only walk with her head down.

It was not until they arrived at Huining Palace that she was pushed inside and fell flat on her face, sliding in front of Yan Buwan's glittering golden skirt.

She grimaced in pain.

But she didn't dare look up.

"Oh, such a big gift? Your Majesty, I guess she knows she is wrong." Yan Buwan's delicate voice came.

She couldn't help but get goose bumps all over her body and quickly got up, still keeping her head down and not daring to look up.

The emperor was very pleased. He touched her hand and said, "Do you know your mistake?"

"...I admit my mistake!" Jiang Xingkuo gritted his teeth, knelt down again and kowtowed.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

"Your Majesty! Look, she has become very well-educated and well-behaved. Your Majesty doesn't need to worry anymore, right?" Yan Buwan rubbed the emperor's arm with her huge breasts.

The emperor's whole body shuddered, and then he softened again. "Okay, okay, it's just to make her a maid, no big deal! Is it necessary for my beloved concubine to be so pitiful... it's just..."

He turned around, kissed Xuebai who was talking late, and said, "Tell her to stay away from you! Don't offend my beloved concubine again. I am very sad! As for Huanyan, I will talk to her for you! She should understand things now!"

As he said this, he scratched Yan Buwan again, making some very unpresentable noises.

All the palace maids and eunuchs present turned around with serious faces.

Jiang Xingkuo was sweating profusely, and he cried out in his heart: "Could it be... am I also a part of your play?..."

Wait?! What? Did she hear that correctly?

What to do? A maid? Whose maid?

Yan Buwan's maid? !