The princess was ordained by Heaven.

At this time, Chang Xiu had already left the courtyard and returned to the princess's residence.

Without delay, Zheng Xun jumped into the courtyard and easily snapped the mute slave's neck.

Following Chang Xiu's method to open the entrance to the dark cell, she entered without hesitation.

Before the oil lamp had burned out, Aman thought Chang Xiu had returned and suddenly looked up at the entrance.

Having not seen a stranger in a long time, her gaze towards Zheng Xun was somewhat dazed.

Zheng Xun focused his mental energy on his hand, deftly unlocking the door, then slowed his pace and approached Oman.

Her footsteps were very light, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Aman froze, her first instinct to attack, but having been threatened by Chang Xiu for so long, she had learned to suppress her instincts.

Zheng Xun calmly extended his hand: "I'll take you away."

Aman thought for a long time before he understood what she meant.

But she neither answered nor made a move.

Perhaps she was afraid that making a rash decision would bring disaster to her brother, or perhaps she simply couldn't believe it.

Zheng Xun kept a slight distance and patiently asked, "Come with me. Do you want revenge?"

She thought for a moment and added, "Bring your brother along."

Aman's character is truly astonishing. Despite being tormented by Chang Xiu for almost a year, she has not given up on herself and still retains her spirit.

She had no doubt that if given the chance, she would bite Chang Xiu's neck off.

That's truly admirable.

“Brother… Brother…” Aman’s voice was hoarse and her tone was slow. After a moment, she suddenly grabbed Zheng Xun’s hand. “I’ll go with you.”

She was covered in blood, but stubbornly refused to let Zheng Xun help her up.

Zheng Xun led her to the cell next door.

Just like before, she squatted down in front of Ah Feng and whispered to him, "I'll take you away."

Ignoring the dirt, she picked up Ah Feng and walked side by side with Ah Man.

Ah Feng's clear eyes gently fell on his younger sister, and he felt relieved to see that she was alright.

He was unable to move or speak; only his eyes could convey a little meaning.

Zheng Xun held him, with Aman hanging from his arm, and walked to the exit of the dark cell: "Close your eyes, the sunlight outside is just right."

Once the two had adjusted to the light, Zheng Xun led them out of the dungeon.

Aman followed her closely, her steps weak yet firm.

Zheng Xun slowed his pace, taking each step steadily and surely.

He led the brother and sister to the house in the courtyard that showed signs of habitation.

Zheng Xun pulled out two sets of clean clothes belonging to the mute slave, worried that Aman wouldn't like the masculine look, but Aman changed into them readily.

I had just changed my clothes when a group of people suddenly kicked open the gate to the courtyard.

"What are you doing here, Aunt?" Zheng Xun asked, somewhat surprised to see who it was.

Jianyang had a sudden inspiration and came up with an excuse: "I found out that Chang Xiu owns property here."

Zheng Xun assumed she had found something, and after a brief moment of doubt, she let it go. She briefly explained the situation, and Jianyang pursed his lips after listening. Seeing that it was inconvenient for her to carry a big man, he reached out and took Afeng from her: "Let's go back to the manor."

Aman jogged a few steps and caught up with Jianyang, staring nervously at his back.

She explained to her in a low voice, "She's with me, she won't hurt your brother, don't worry."

Jianyang brought a carriage, but the cramped carriage made Aman somewhat irritable.

Zheng Xun didn't give them any special attention, and just spoke to Jianyang as usual, which is why they relaxed.

After much trouble, they finally brought the brother and sister back to the princess's residence.

Jianyang summoned imperial physicians, but they were all very resistant to strangers.

The imperial physician was, in particular, a man.

There was no other way, so we lit some calming incense for them, and after taking their pulses, we gave each of them a dose of sleeping pills so that they could wash up.

It's not because of being particular.

When one's appearance is clean, one feels refreshed and invigorated. Washing away the old grime allows the body and mind to be reborn, which is the quickest way to make them realize that they have escaped the pain of the past.

Zheng Xun sat on the threshold, propping his chin up, watching over the brother and sister.

After a while, Jianyang arrived. She must have just finished interrogating Chang Xiu. She was covered in blood, and her cold aura only subsided slightly when she saw Zheng Xun.

"Did you find out anything, Aunt?" Zheng Xun turned to look at her.

Jianyang countered, "What are you doing at Chang Xiu's villa?"

Zheng Xun solemnly spouted nonsense: "You won't believe it, but my ordinary birth mother is actually the heir to a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) intelligence organization, so I have my own channels."

Jianyang's lips twitched, but he didn't press the matter. Instead, he changed the subject: "I sent a letter to my brother, telling them to bring you back to the palace in a few days."

She's quite capable; she managed to slip out of the heavily guarded palace unnoticed. When she saw her in the courtyard, the woman was nearly scared out of her wits, fearing something might have happened to her.

Zheng Xun smiled faintly: "Thank you, Aunt."

The two were not familiar with each other, and for a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat silent.

After a moment, Jianyang sighed.

It was rare for the proud princess to be so downcast. Zheng Xun thought for a moment and then offered a soft word of comfort: "Aunt, in this life, it's inevitable to encounter a few beasts. Just consider it retribution for your bad judgment back then."

Jianyang: ...

I wasn't comforted.

However, since she offered words of comfort, she also gave a brief thank you: "Thank you."

"What does Auntie plan to do with Chang Xiu?"

Jianyang raised an eyebrow: "You have an idea?"

"I promised to give them a chance to get revenge. After you've done all that, please leave him alive."

There are more than a few people who want to live a long life, it's really a dilemma, why can he only die once?

Jianyang readily agreed, then changed the subject: "Since it's inconvenient for you to bring the brother and sister back to the palace, would it be alright to leave them at the princess's residence?"

Zheng Xun shook his head: "Let's see how things go first."

"What I fear most is that they are determined to die..."

"If that's the case, I respect their choice. I just helped them out, not that I'm going to live for them."

Others have not experienced their suffering, so they have no right to decide their life or death for them.

Everyone has a different level of psychological resilience. Vulnerable people should have the right to break down, and they shouldn't even be denied the right to want to die.

"Your reasoning is quite novel."

"Auntie underestimates them. I don't think they would commit suicide."

The brother and sister were probably going to sleep for a long time, so Jianyang stayed for a while before going back to his business.

Late at night, Zheng Xun got out of bed.

It's a dark, windy, murderous night.

This is the perfect time to have a heart-to-heart talk with someone.

She arrived at the large, leafy tree in the courtyard and suddenly looked up: "Who goes there? What brings you here?"

The two men in black, who were about to move to another spot when they saw her approaching, stopped abruptly as they peeked out from the tree.

The woman in black said awkwardly, "Uh...please? Is the princess not yet asleep?"

"We just found a random spot to get some fresh air! What a coincidence, Princess!"

Zheng Xun watched their performance quietly.

Under her calm gaze, the two men in black could no longer continue their awkward conversation.

As expected of the extraordinary Third Princess, she has such a strong aura at only ten years old.