The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

The carriage traveled south along the winding road.

The wheels rolled and the horses' hooves clattered, raising a trail of dust.

Midway through their journey, at a secluded post station, they changed to a fine horse.

The horse was lithe and agile. With a neigh, it carried the carriage on a swift ride.

At each designated location, an identical carriage would be waiting quietly there.

After Song Wenjun's carriage had steadily driven away, the other three carriages, as if receiving a command, immediately sped off in three different directions.

This series of well-organized arrangements is truly astonishing.

That's why the pursuers didn't catch up.

Song Wenjun was filled with surprise and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "The other party is so meticulous and thoughtful; it shouldn't be my mother's doing. Then who could it be?"

She was filled with doubt, and a figure flashed through her mind.

But then I felt something was wrong; Xiao Ji should still be at the border at this time.

Even if he knew that something had happened in the capital, he couldn't come back now.

Song Wenjun couldn't help but ask the coachman, "Who is secretly helping me?"

The coachman steadily steered the carriage while replying in a calm voice, "Your Highness, please do not be afraid. All of this was arranged by the Prince."

The moment the driver spoke, Song Wenjun was startled.

Only then did she realize that she hadn't even noticed when the driver had been changed.

Thinking back carefully, the coachman who escaped from the city had a clear, youthful voice, full of vigor.

The driver in front of me had a deep, resonant voice, and every word seemed to carry power.

Moreover, his demeanor didn't sound like that of an ordinary rickshaw puller at all; rather, it seemed like he had been through the trials and tribulations of the military, exuding the fortitude of a soldier.

Upon hearing the word "Your Highness," Yan Yan's face, which had been slightly gloomy due to worry, instantly lit up.

His eyes lit up with excitement, and he asked impatiently, "Father, it must be Father, right?"

The child's voice was full of anticipation and joy.

The coachman turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with gentleness, and said with a smile, "Indeed, young master, do not worry. His Highness is on his way at full speed. The Dragon Guards will fight to the death to protect the Princess and the young master and will not allow you to suffer any harm."

“Mother, it’s Father, it’s Father!” Yan Yan excitedly shook Song Wenjun’s arm and said happily, “I haven’t seen Father for so long, he’s finally coming back.”

Seeing her son's joyful expression, Song Wenjun felt as if her heart was being warmed by sunshine.

The mere thought of Xiao Ji instantly dispels all gloom.

She gently hugged Yan Yan, her eyes involuntarily welling up with tears, a look of anticipation in them, and whispered, "Yes, your father is coming back."

Whenever Xiao Ji was mentioned, Song Wenjun felt as if she had a solid support behind her. All the panic, fear, and helplessness she had felt before vanished like smoke.

Xiao Jinyan looked up, grinned at Song Wenjun, and said in a childish voice, "Mother, I miss Father so much."

His innocent eyes were filled with longing for his son and father.

Song Wenjun smiled and patted his head, exchanging a smile with him, her eyes full of tenderness and affection: "Yan Yan, are you tired? If you are, lie down in your mother's arms and take a nap."

As she spoke, she opened her arms to Yan Yan.

The little one, like a lively little rabbit, snuggled into her arms in an instant.

He sniffed deeply into Song Wenjun's arms, then sighed with satisfaction, "My mother's embrace is so warm."

His adorable appearance melted Song Wenjun's heart.

"Go to sleep," Song Wenjun coaxed softly, gently patting Yan Yan's back again and again.

Before long, Yan Yan drifted off to sleep, a faint smile on her face.

The carriage sped along the road without stopping for a moment.

Behind the carriage, a squad of Dragon Guards, like sharp blades hidden in the darkness, silently concealed themselves all around.

They vigilantly observed their surroundings, and as soon as they spotted pursuers approaching, they would strike swiftly like ghosts, cutting down their enemies without hesitation.

Therefore, Song Wenjun and her party were not pursued or killed along the way.

After a three-day journey, the carriage finally came to a slow stop.

The bumpy ride had made Song Wenjun look somewhat haggard; her once rosy cheeks now appeared pale.

She gently pushed open the car door, and the moment her feet touched the ground, she truly felt a long-lost sense of vitality. It was as if all her fatigue gradually dissipated with the solid touch of her feet.

Before me lay a tranquil mountain valley, surrounded by rolling green hills, devoid of any human presence, with only the clear chirping of birds echoing through the mountains.

Not far away, a house stood quietly.

The house is not large, with only a small courtyard, but it feels particularly simple and warm in this quiet environment.

The coachman respectfully approached Song Wenjun and said softly, "Your Highness, please rest assured, this place is absolutely safe. We will guard the entrance to the mountain pass, and in addition, there are other guards protecting you and the young prince in secret."

"What is this...?" Song Wenjun looked around, her face full of doubt.

She never imagined that such a dwelling could exist in this desolate place.

The coachman smiled slightly and explained, "This is a place that His Highness discovered by chance. His Highness originally intended to bring the Princess and the young prince here for a few days of carefree living and enjoy a peaceful time away from the world when he had some free time. He never expected that it would become the best refuge for the Princess and the young prince."

Hearing the coachman's words, Song Wenjun felt a sudden warmth in her heart.

It turns out that he remembered everything she had casually said to Xiao Ji.

Previously, she had expressed her longing to find a quiet place and spend a few days in peaceful tranquility.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ji took these seemingly unintentional words to heart and quietly found such a secluded paradise for her.

"Mother, this place is so beautiful!" Yan Yan opened her big eyes and curiously looked around at her surroundings.

The area was covered with plum trees, their pink and white blossoms swaying gently in the breeze like clouds on the horizon.

Not far away, a clear lake is quietly nestled among the plum groves. The lake surface is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, making it as beautiful as a dream.

The tranquility here made one feel as if they were in a paradise, and for a moment Song Wenjun even forgot that she was being chased.

She took two steps forward, when suddenly a pain shot through her abdomen.

Song Wenjun instinctively clutched her stomach, and Mama Xu hurriedly stepped forward to support her arm: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Her face was full of anxiety; Song Wenjun's baby was less than two months away from being born.

Please don't come out at this time.