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

"Does it have to be called Nan Nan?"

Jun Yanchen's eyes flickered with a rare evasiveness. He had intended not to use such an intimate term, not to call her Nan Nan, but when the words came out, they still came out as Nan Nan.

He found it difficult to pronounce other titles such as Miss Gu, Nanzhi, or Miss Gu.

This slight hesitation naturally didn't escape Gu Nanzhi's notice, but after thinking about it, she gave up. It's just a form of address; let him be.

Anyway, they'll never hear Master, Bai Su, and the others' familiar Nan Nan again.

"Never mind, it's just a form of address, do as you please."

"let's go"

At the same time, the escorts were shouting and urging them to hurry on their way. Gu Nanzhi also stood up from the ground. They didn't have much stuff left, and everything was packed and ready to leave. Cang Ling and the others helped Jun Yanchen onto the cart, and they just waited to join the procession.

Those who were dissatisfied with the escorts' actions, after being forcefully suppressed by them, transferred their resentment and jealousy to the six people from the Prince Yan's mansion.

Before setting off, they all glanced at the group, and seeing them so relaxed and ready to go, they made no attempt to hide the jealousy in their eyes.

But clearly, the object of their envy didn't take their jealousy seriously at all.

As long as she's comfortable, that's all that matters. Gu Nanzhi isn't some saint who has to care about other people's lives. If those people can't stand seeing others doing well and want to do something, Gu Nanzhi isn't afraid anymore. She'll just treat it as finding some fun along the way to avoid getting bored.

At this moment, Chen Gang, supported by Qian Laosi, returned to the end of the line and spoke kindly and kindly to him.

"Miss Gu, are you all packed? It's time to leave."

"Okay, that's it."

Since the other party was grateful for being saved and had a good attitude, Gu Nanzhi would naturally reciprocate with a friendly demeanor.

The first shop in line has already started moving, and the others should follow suit soon, Chen Gang reminded them again.

"Miss Gu, I was delayed today due to my own reasons. If you wish to reach the inn before nightfall, we will need to speed up your journey. Please be prepared."

"Okay, thank you"

Having an inn to spend the night at is certainly more comfortable; who would want to be out in the wilderness? Gu Nanzhi also agreed that they could reach the inn by hurrying up.

After being reminded, Chen Gang and Qian Laosi wisely returned to their posts. As the last members of the group, and given that Chen Gang had just recovered from the poisoning, they were placed in their carriage.

I moved the things on top a bit so he could sit on it and rest for a while. He also needs to take an antidote tonight to clear out the remaining toxins.

It's been three days since I was exiled. Today at noon, I finally had almost an extra hour to rest, which is much better than the previous two days.

However, there's a limit to how much time they can travel each day. Since they've already wasted time, they need to hurry and catch up. So, the group had barely set off when they were already facing all sorts of urging from the escorts.

"Hurry up!"

"Hurry up, all of you!"

"Hurry up, or I'll whip you!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Gu Nanzhi and the others felt a little relieved after their shackles were removed, but the others were not so relaxed, especially those who had been severely whipped by the guards before their departure.

Not only did they have to increase their speed, but they also had to endure the pain. Each of them groaned and complained, but since they had just been whipped, they dared not make a sound in the escorts' ears.

Because of this grievance and pain, her jealousy towards Gu Nanzhi and others deepened.

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Despite their hurried journey, they finally arrived at the inn, the place Chen Qiang and his group had chosen for that night's rest, a few hours late, just two days after they were supposed to stop and rest.

"We've arrived! We've arrived! We've finally reached the post station!"

Seeing the post station after a long and arduous journey was incredibly exciting. I was so glad that I could finally have a room to stay in tonight and wouldn't have to live in fear in the wild anymore.

The thoughts in my heart were beautiful, but reality was harsh.

As the leader of the escorting officers, Chen Qiang entered the post station and presented their documents to prove their identities. This wasn't the first time Chen Qiang and his men had passed through this post station on official business.

So he was somewhat familiar with the people at the official post station, and then asked them to arrange three rooms for them, set up two tables of good wine and food for the escorts to eat and rest, and also feed their only three horses.

Those exiled people, seeing that there was absolutely no intention to make arrangements for them, immediately became unhappy again.

"Sir, where shall we stay? Quickly arrange rooms for us."

"Sir, what about us? You need to arrange rooms for us."

"..."

The escorts made no mention of arranging rooms for them to stay overnight. Several people stepped forward to ask, "If there was no post station before, that was one thing, but now that there is one, how can they not arrange rooms for them to rest? Are they supposed to stay outside?"

However, their ignorant behavior once again drew ridicule from the escorts and innkeepers; these people still hadn't grasped their own place in the world.

What were you thinking, arranging rooms for them?

"Shut up, all of you!"

Chen Qiang flicked his whip, which fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"You exiled prisoners want rooms? You'll all be put in horse sheds!"

Chen Qiang's flick of the whip, coupled with a roar, silenced those clamoring for rooms; they certainly didn't want that whip to fall on them again.

But, should we let them stay in Ma Peng?

This was utterly outrageous! Anger ripped from their faces, yet they dared not move, terrified of the knives and whips in the guards' hands.

Fortunately, there was still room for maneuver. Then Chen Qiang and Yi Ding said something else.

"I'd like to stay in a room again. Do you have the money?"

"Five taels of silver per room. Pay up if you want to stay."

The innkeeper was certainly asking for an exorbitant price; he was demanding five taels for a room at such a small inn.

"What? Five taels of silver?"

Five taels of silver? You're asking for the moon!

"What kind of room costs five taels of silver?"

The mere mention of three taels of silver caused an uproar among those clamoring for rooms. At such an inn, a room would cost at most a few dozen coins, yet they were demanding five taels!

They no longer have the wealth they had in the capital. Five taels of silver was already a lot. Their homes were confiscated, and they barely managed to hide some money to avoid the search, or perhaps their relatives gave them some when they left the capital.

But the long road to exile, especially once they arrived at their place of exile, was filled with expenses. How could they dare to spend money as extravagantly as before?

The courier saw only disgust and loathing in their eyes.

"Hmph, he still thinks he's some high and mighty person in the capital. Now he's just an exile. Does he expect to live in a superior house? As an exile, he only deserves to live in a horse stable."

"Five taels a room, pay if you want to stay. We're already being generous by providing you with a place to rest."

"You...you're being insolent!"

Faced with the humiliation from the courier, this man, accustomed to being served and flattered, was immediately filled with anger. How dare a mere courier boss them around?