Exile at the start? The princess is no ordinary woman.

"Xiao Bai, I just emptied the emperor's treasury and private coffers. If he finds out tomorrow, he'll be furious. What do you think? At this time, I'll spread a message in the capital that the emperor is embezzling, corrupt, and trying to use his officials to extort money from the people and collect taxes, etc."

Xiao Bai: "Master, sure, whatever makes you happy."

Gu Nanzhi herself thought it was feasible, and she immediately put it into practice. Then she remembered the printer at home. Oh right, she seemed to have forgotten something.

Since her house has become her personal space, and all her belongings are still there, then...

"Xiaobai, does our space have internet? Can I use my computer, phone, etc.?"

Xiao Bai: "Master, there is internet access, but it cannot connect to the outside world; it is only for searching and querying."

Gu Nanzhi was speechless for a moment. "For searching only? What does that mean? You can't use anything else? Search for what? Information?"

Is she in ancient times, or a fictional era? What is there to investigate?

"Is it okay to play games? Can I team up with teammates?"

Xiao Bai: "Sure, but it's all human-machine teams, and we can't chat."

"Xiaobai, this won't do! Do you even have internet? It's practically the same as not having it at all! Since you have internet, let me try to contact people. Maybe I can even reach our friends and have a chat across time..." Gu Nanzhi complained speechlessly.

Little White: "Master, you can't be too greedy."

Gu Nanzhi: My hands are itching to hit Xiaobai.

Forget it, Xiaobai is a robot; hitting her would hurt my hand. I'll just bear it. Searching and looking up information, I couldn't think of anything useful for her.

If I don't need it, I don't need it. I'll just consider it as completely adapting to life without the internet.

"Can I use my printer? Handwriting is too much trouble. Let's print a hundred copies and then scatter them in the busiest places in the capital. By daybreak, people will see them, and word will spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred."

Gu Nanzhi now disdains it, little does she know that she will later actually use the simple function of searching and querying.

Xiao Bai: "It's usable, Master."

So Gu Nanzhi used a typewriter to print out a hundred pages of the information she needed. She was thankful she had learned traditional Chinese characters back then; otherwise, she probably wouldn't recognize many characters now.

After all one hundred sheets were printed, Gu Nanzhi looked at the large red characters on the white sheets of paper and expressed great satisfaction.

"Alright, Xiaobai, I'm tired. Let's call it a day for tonight's loan plan. We can always come back later anyway. Now take me to Zhengyang Street and spread the word. Then go back to the prison to sleep. It's so late, and we're going to be exiled tomorrow."

Gu Nanzhi's plan was simple: she could teleport back anytime she wanted. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she could teleport back and have some fun. When she ran out of money, she could just find some not-so-good but rich person in the capital to borrow some. Her main goal was to do whatever she wanted.

Now, I'll finish what I need to do, go back to sleep, recharge my energy, and wait for my exile.

Xiao Bai: "Yes, Master."

Gu Nanzhi appeared on Zhengyang Street under the cover of darkness. This street was bustling and prosperous during the day. She separated and scattered the printed papers, and even used glue to stick some of them in conspicuous places.

Since the goal was to spread the news, the wider the better. So she didn't just leave Zhengyang Street untouched, but also the surrounding streets.

They got a little addicted to this game, feeling that just the notes weren't enough, so they took out paint and wrote on several prominent spots on the wall as well.

She was exhausted from all the work; she was so sleepy and tired that she couldn't go on. If she didn't go back to sleep soon, she wouldn't have time to sleep at all.

She finally arrived back at the prison just before the end of the Chou hour, which was almost 3 a.m. She glanced at everyone; they were all still asleep, just as they had been when she left.

Xia He remained curled up in the same position.

Gu Nanzhi returned to her original spot and sat down against the wall, her right knee bent, her hands resting on her knee, and closed her eyes.

She had lived in far worse conditions in her past life, and this place offered shelter from the wind and rain, and was safe from danger, so naturally she could sleep soundly.

However, what she didn't know was that shortly after she closed her eyes, a pair of deep, dark eyes cast their gaze in her direction for three seconds before quickly looking away.

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"Woke up"

"Everyone's up."

"It's time to hit the road."

"..."

"Still sleeping? Get up! Get up and let's get going!"

While everyone was still sound asleep, a shout reached their ears. Awakened by the shout, those who were still groggy momentarily forgot that they were in prison.

But the soldiers who came to take the people away didn't care what they did; seeing no movement, they started kicking and slapping them with their sword sheaths.

"Get up, get up, let's go!"

The faces of those who were awakened were etched with deep distress—a mixture of bewilderment, indignation, and resentment...and an inability to resist.

Xia He, who had been woken up by the noise, saw the familiar soldiers and immediately tried to pull her mistress up, saying, "Miss, Miss, get up! The soldiers are here!"

Gu Nanzhi replied with a very displeased voice, "What time is it?"

Gu Nanzhi already went to bed late, and was even more sleepy at this time. Being woken up like this, her brows furrowed with intense agitation.

However, Xiahe didn't understand what time it was, so she could only use her arm to help her mistress up, "Miss, what time did you say?"

Despite her obvious displeasure and urge to punch someone, Gu Nanzhi could only suppress her anger. Her eyes, still slightly hazy, glanced at the scene before her and gave a curt reply.

"Oh, I meant what time it is."

Gu Nanzhi's indifferent tone suggested she didn't expect a response, only a simple explanation. However, Xia He would always answer her mistress's questions seriously.

"Miss, there are no windows here, so we can't see outside. We don't know what time it is. These soldiers are coming to urge us on our way; it's probably past dawn."

The imperial edict last night stated that people would be exiled after dawn, and now these soldiers have come to drive them away; Xia He guessed it was true.

"Um"

They woke everyone up, and the soldiers brought shackles, putting them on everyone. Before it was Gu Nanzhi's turn, she was looking at the shackles with a slight frown when she felt a gaze fixed on her.

She turned her head to the left and her eyes met those of the person looking at her.

Jun Yanchen

Those eyes, hidden beneath the mask and impossible to see clearly, possessed a certain aggressiveness, and she sensed a subtle, unfathomable emotion within them.

After a brief three-second eye contact, Gu Nanzhi glared at the other person and turned her head back.

At that moment, she was in a bad mood and had no interest in what kind of look the other person was giving her. Just then, one of the soldiers came and put shackles on her, leaving her even less time to care about anything else.

Unexpectedly, her life had only just begun, and she was already in shackles. Gu Nanzhi twirled her hands, then tugged at the middle chain, playing with it in her hands for a moment.

It's quite heavy; I'll have to figure out how to remove it on the way back.

Jun Yanchen, who had been inexplicably glared at, had an inscrutable expression. He stared for two more seconds before looking away as someone else put shackles on him.