They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

"I will keep you safe." Chu Qiu said calmly from outside the carriage. Wu Ziyan lifted the curtain and saw that his eyes were exceptionally firm.

A few days later, an imperial edict arrived from the court, and Wu Ziyan prepared to set off south. This time, she was not confident and could only take it one step at a time.

Before leaving, a banquet was set up at the mansion for the few people Wu Ziyan needed to tell things to. But she didn't expect that, without her noticing, this handsome man would be sitting at a table with them.

"Lingchuan, Xiaoyun'er, I've already explained everything that needed to be explained before, so I won't say any more now. I'll write to you later."

"Young Master Han, thank you for your help this time. Also, Second Young Master Changsun and Chu Qiu, you will be traveling with me this time. First of all, you must pay attention to your own safety. I am the last one to arrive."

[This is the honest truth from the bottom of my heart. The system definitely won't let me die, but if you guys get killed, I definitely will.]

Thinking of this, she glared angrily at Fang Yurong: "Fang Yurong! It's all your fault! You're the one who caused this mess, and you still have the nerve to drink! You might have to give me some favors with the business. Otherwise, you'll be letting me down!"

After Wu Ziyan finished speaking, Han Yuxiu looked unwilling, but his mother insisted that he go with her.

Changsun Boyu appeared exceptionally relaxed, as if he were on vacation, since the price had been negotiated to be acceptable. He also wanted to explore other places.

Chu Qiu remained indifferent, lost in thought, while Fang Yuerong drank alone, and Sima Lingchuan looked worried.

"My lord, you can rest assured that everything will proceed as usual."

"Hmm, don't think about it too much, come and drink."

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the banquet ended, and Wu Ziyan packed her things and boarded the carriage. Sima Lingchuan was reluctant to part, and Wu Ziyan kissed him on the forehead without any hesitation. Everyone blushed, even though they were all men.

"You must take good care of yourself."

Their eyes met and they gradually walked away. Mo Baiyun seemed relaxed because Wu Ziyan had already told him the plan, but he also had to put on an act so that the audience would get into the story.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward among the group in the carriage. Han Yuxiu fidgeted with his fingers, Chu Qiu gripped his sword, and Changsun Boyou tossed his long hair, revealing a hint of white on his chest, behaving unlike the conservative manner of a typical man. Beside him was a wooden box, which must have been his treasure, as the opening and closing parts were visibly worn smooth.

"We'll all need to change our clothes when we get to the rest stop outside the city. I'll leave that to Bo You." Wu Ziyan was suppressing her discomfort; the carriage ride was so bumpy that she felt nauseous, but she figured she'd get used to it after a while.

"Sure, my hands have been itching for a while." He then looked everyone up and down with his eyes.

When Wu Ziyan left the city, he was followed by people. It would take some effort to shake them off.

Upon arriving at the post station, Wu Ziyan had the stand-in she had arranged get into her carriage, and they stayed overnight. Of course, the three men shared a room, while she had a room to herself.

In the darkness, a dark shadow flashed past outside, and the door opened silently. Wu Ziyan sat by the window: "Let them follow the tail for now."

"Yes!" This person was also one of the members of the Holy Martial Division.

The next morning, Wu Ziyan went out, put on men's clothing, and truly looked like a delicate and handsome young man.

With the help of Changsun Boyou, Chu Qiu and Han Yuxiu were made up to look like girls. Although Wu Ziyan thought it was an eyesore, it was considered a normal appearance by today's standards of beauty.

Compared to themselves, when they saw this masculine side of Wu Ziyan, their lips twitched with suppressed smirk. It wasn't just similar, it was clearly him!

Han Yuxiu reluctantly tugged at his sleeves and straightened his hair ornaments: "This! This!"

"Oh, Yu-meimei, you look beautiful in this outfit!" Changsun Boyu praised.

When Chu Qiu put on women's clothing, she looked even more like her twin sister, like an ice queen. She must have gotten used to it on the battlefield and didn't care about such things. Changsun Boyu shook his dress and asked, "How is it?"

"Awesome, then we can all ride horses now."

"I can't ride a horse!" Han Yuxiu stamped his foot, which was rather cute.

"I'll take you." Chu Qiu stared at Han Yuxiu, suppressing a smile from her lips.

"We must move quickly. Chu Qiu will take Yu Xiu, and I will take Bo You."

"I can ride a horse," Changsun Boyu said, tossing his hair as he walked out. He completely ignored Wu Ziyan's kindness.

Wu Ziyan didn't care. He led his horse over, spurred it on, and several men followed, whipping their horses and splashing mud into the puddles.

After they left, another group of people followed closely behind them, and the further they went, the more difficult the road became.

It started raining again halfway through the journey. Wu Ziyan looked at the group and knew they had been wronged: "We'll just have to put on our straw hats and continue on our way."

No one objected. The rain fell, stirring up a mist. Wu Ziyan slowed his horse's pace, and the horse seemed tired. Finally, they arrived at the post station as darkness fell.

Han Yuxiu couldn't hold it in and vomited when he dismounted. Chu Qiu and Changsun Boyou also looked unwell. Wu Ziyan told them to go inside first while she tied up the horses.

[Hey, this setup is weird. I get seasick in carriages, but I'm perfectly fine riding a horse?]

When she entered, she booked a room on the second floor and asked the waiter to make ginger soup. After glancing around, she found that there were no other guests and secretly thought to herself that something was wrong.

The waiter agreed, a sinister glint in his eyes. This remote post station, ravaged by natural disaster, was a perfect target for them.

Wu Ziyan leaned close to Chu Qiu and whispered in her ear, "Don't drink anything."

When Chu Qiu entered, he noticed something unusual about the shop. He was already on guard, and with Wu Ziyan's reminder, he admired her even more, thinking that she was quite vigilant and not as cowardly and foolish as the rumors suggested.

Chu Qiu nodded and relayed what Wu Ziyan had said to the other two, but Han Yuxiu was already pale and couldn't hear anything. Changsun Boyou took him upstairs to change into dry clothes and changed his own clothes as well.

Wu Ziyan went to get hot water for them to wash up. Getting wet in the rain and rushing on their way would eventually cause them to get sick.

She couldn't stand the sticky feeling on her body, so she prepared to go to her room to change her clothes. Seeing that Chu Qiu didn't make any move, Wu Ziyan forcibly pulled him into the room. At this point, she didn't care about the difference between men and women; her body was the most important thing.