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

Chu Qiu and Changsun Boyou went out, their eyes met, and they made a shushing gesture at the same time. They quietly followed Wu Ziyan to his door. Inside, they could only hear soft voices. Chu Qiu and Changsun Boyou squatted down to listen, but they couldn't make out what was being said.

The shop owner noticed someone outside. Wu Ziyan put her finger to her lips, moved closer to the door, and pulled it open. The two looked up at Wu Ziyan.

Wu Ziyan frowned, then laughed: "What are you two doing squatting outside my door all night instead of sleeping? Do you have some ulterior motive?"

Both men blushed upon hearing this. How could two men have designs on a woman? Fortunately, the lighting was dim, preventing a clear view. The waiter inside frowned, "Master, this..."

Wu Ziyan waved his hand: "It's alright, they're our own people."

Wu Ziyan pulled the two men into the room. At first, the two men were reluctant to be in a woman's room late at night. It might not look good if word got out.

But after thinking about it, they realized that they had been out with Wu Ziyan for so long, and who knew what kind of rumors had spread. So they gritted their teeth and went in.

She kindly wanted them to rest and recharge, but they insisted on staying up all night without her noticing.

The negotiations continued. Holding the map, Wu Ziyan pointed at it, and the waiter also pointed. In the end, he only said one sentence: "The coffin will pass through here tomorrow. Make a commotion so that I can return to the capital two days earlier."

The two people listening nearby were completely bewildered; they had never known that Wu Ziyan possessed such abilities.

"Yes, sir." The waiter acknowledged and withdrew.

After the discussion, Wu Ziyan looked at Chu Qiu and Changsun Boyou and asked, "What, you two, do you want to stay tonight?"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Chu Qiu seemed to be blaming him.

"I won't stay without a title." Changsun Boyu tossed his hair, looking at her with flirtatious eyes.

"You haven't had a proper rest in a long time. I wanted you to get some rest, but I'm sorry for making you worry," Wu Ziyan said with some guilt, yawning.

"Then next time, you can trust us a little more." Chu Qiu didn't hesitate at all, then stood up to leave.

"You two stay here tonight. There's a trail of trouble that might make a move tonight."

The men's expressions changed, and they perked up. Sure enough, they found some trailblazers throughout the night. They took care of a few of them; it turned out they were the assassin who wanted to silence them.

The next morning, the three of them walked out of the house exhausted, with dark circles under their eyes. When Han Yuxiu came out of the room and saw them like this, his face suddenly turned red and he shouted, "You shameless people!"

Wu Ziyan was completely baffled. How could this be considered shameless? What was the basis for this argument? Huang Ziliang, who was already dressed, looked at the group and then at Wu Ziyan: "Miss, you should take care of your health."

"Ziliang, what do you mean? What do you mean by this?"

Changsun Boyu leaned close to Wu Ziyan's ear and said, "They probably think we were doing something shady last night, right?"

"No? I wanted to too, but they didn't give me the chance." Of course, "they" refers to the assassins from last night.

Despite speaking so casually, Chu Qiu blushed, as if she wanted them to misunderstand.

Wu Ziyan didn't explain much, but simply took some more supplies and gave some instructions before setting off again.

Huang Ziliang was driving today, since Han Yuxiu's legs were still a bit weak. Changsun Boyou and Chu Qiu were exhausted from last night, and Wu Ziyan was also struggling to stay awake with dark circles under her eyes as she sat outside with Huang Ziliang.

Her head kept tilting to one side, but the carriage was so bumpy on the road that she felt like her neck was about to break. She was still holding tightly to Huang Ziliang's sleeve to avoid being thrown off by the bumpy ride.

The atmosphere was awkward as the three men were in the car. Han Yuxiu bit his lip, wanting to ask a question, but he didn't know how to say it. It took some courage for an unmarried man to say something like that.

Seeing Han Yuxiu's expression of wanting to ask but not being able to, Changsun Boyu thought of teasing him and said, brushing his stray hairs, "Yuxiu, it's just what you think, no need to ask."

"What am I thinking!" Han Yuxiu concealed his thoughts. Chu Qiu held his sword silently with his eyes closed. He needed to rest, but he also needed to be vigilant.

"Last night, we fought with Miss for three hundred rounds, and I'm exhausted," Changsun Boyu said with a laugh, without even blushing, but he was telling the truth.

Han Yuxiu, on the other hand, blushed to his neck, picked at his fingers, as if he already had a picture in his mind, and frowned and sighed.

"Boyou, if you're not tired, come out and drive the carriage!" Wu Ziyan threatened.

"Ah, Miss, I'm tired." Changsun Boyu closed her eyes, and Han Yuxiu stopped talking, because he was afraid that if he stared at Changsun Boyu any longer, he would reveal more outrageous details.

Huang Ziliang drove with peace of mind, showing no interest in gossip, which Wu Ziyan found rather strange, as he didn't speak to her.

Wu Ziyan looked at his profile. A leaf fell and hit her head. She picked it up and played with it for a while: "Ziliang, you really don't have any emotional fluctuations. You seem very experienced."

"Miss, please rest assured, there's no need to push yourself. Something must have happened last night." The voice was soft, but gentle as water, and it was very relaxing to hear.

"As expected, I couldn't hide it from you. There was a tail, but it's been taken care of. It's just that you had to drive today." Wu Ziyan's voice was also very soft, as if he were having a pleasant conversation with an old friend over tea.

"This life was saved by Miss, how can Ziliang complain?" There was always a faint smile on his lips, he did the same to everyone, but Wu Ziyan could vaguely sense that cold distance between them.

"Then I'll entrust my life to you for a while." Wu Ziyan couldn't hold on any longer. Her voice was languid, and she closed her eyes. She was really sleepy, and the bumps of the carriage felt much smaller to her.

The quietness of this stretch of road made Huang Ziliang glance at Wu Ziyan and sigh softly.

He originally only wanted to use her identity to get close to her, but he didn't expect that she was not as rumored. She was an extremely intelligent person, as well as a kind and decisive one, and he was just an insignificant person by her side.

The horse neighed, and Huang Ziliang pulled the reins tight. Everyone was awakened. Wu Ziyan suddenly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There were many fallen tree trunks.

After parking the carriage, everyone got out to investigate. It was clearly man-made, but it was also a long-dead tree. Wu Ziyan squatted down to look at the trunk and said there was no need to be surprised. It was just ordinary wood used for building houses, and it just so happened that two of them were lying across the road.

The group worked together to move the tree trunk. Fortunately, it was a dead tree and not very heavy, otherwise they would have had to take a detour. After resting for a while, they hurried on their way again.

Meanwhile, the fake coffin arrived in the county, and the news, which had somehow spread, was told to the people in several parts by a storyteller.

"Today we'll tell the story of the Fourth Princess of the current dynasty, who bravely sacrificed herself to save the disaster victims. It was pouring rain that just wouldn't stop, and the Fourth Princess risked her life to survey the river, encountering bandits along the way..."

The people sat around, deeply moved by Wu Ziyan's deeds.

Upon learning that the coffin was passing by, everyone knelt in the middle of the road, making it impossible for those behind to pass. They had no choice but to stay there for another night.

This way, she could completely avoid the same dates as Wu Ziyan, allowing her to arrive at the court at least two days earlier. Of course, she would first have to secretly return to her residence.

Soon, they arrived at the checkpoint with almost no stops along the way. Her dear second sister, fearing that she hadn't really died at the city gate, was checking very carefully, comparing each of them with a portrait.

"Next!" the soldiers at the door shouted loudly to the people queuing up.

Everyone in the car was very nervous. Although they had disguised themselves, they were still afraid in the face of such a scene.

"Don't worry, I'm very confident in my skills." Changsun Boyu looked at his masterpiece in the car with great satisfaction.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Wu Ziyan was also uneasy, but they were already at the main city gate, so they couldn't let him be so unlucky.

When they entered the city, the soldiers stopped them and compared them one by one with the portraits. Since none of them matched, they hastily let them go.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after successfully entering the pass, but they couldn't relax yet. They changed carriages and went directly to the back gate of the Marquis's residence.

An owl landed not far from Mo Baiyun, lingered for a moment, and then flew away. Mo Baiyun smiled and said, "Finally back."