The man in the carriage suddenly said quickly: "Why don't you think clearly, this is your last chance at freedom for life, are you stupid enough to give it up? I guarantee that as long as you take the bundle and leave, no one will bother you!"

  Able to say anything without embarrassing anyone, there are hardly a few people in the whole Tang Dynasty who can have such a tone.

  Jing Wan'er looked at the horse carriage, her lips moving slightly. Just now, she was even thinking that if it were some palace concubine or noble lady sitting in the carriage, they would naturally have such power and influence.

  However, the voice in the carriage just now was too urgent, and the owner of the speech obviously forgot to cover up his voice.

  This is clearly a girl's voice, slightly bright and clear, including the unintentional exposure of her inexperience.

  Jing Wan'er's ears seemed to have exploded for a moment, and in this instant, she guessed the identity of the person in the carriage.

  Her face also flashed with an inexplicable expression.

  The horse carriage paused for a moment, and his tone was somewhat unpleasant: "If you insist on not drinking the toast, then I can only take back what I said earlier about not making things difficult for you."

  Jing Wan'er stared at the horse carriage, just then, the man in front of the horse carriage seemed to have received some instructions from his master and immediately waved his hand: "Bring that girl over."

  Xi Cha was immediately pressed down, a flash of terror crossing her face.

  In such a situation, it is already rare to remain calm, how can you not be afraid?

  The man in front of the carriage sneered and said, "For these cheap slaves, my master is not worth staining with blood. But this slave girl who privately escaped from the palace will be handed over to the Honglu Temple, where severe punishment awaits her."

  Escaping from the palace as a palace maid in any dynasty is more terrifying than death. The deep palace is not a place where anyone can enter, nor is it a place where anyone wants to escape.

  Xi Cha suddenly turned pale and shouted: "You might as well kill me!"

  The fear could be seen on Hey Cha's face. There are things in this world that are more frightening than death. The palace maid who escaped would never dare to return again.

  The man in the carriage looked at Jing Wanyan with a proud expression: "How will you choose?"

  Nor did she give Jing Yuanyuan a choice. Given the attitude of these people who had always been high above, Jing Yuanyuan closed her eyes and completely understood.

  If this option had appeared a few days earlier... even just before that night.

  Maybe, maybe she would really listen and leave Chang'an forever.

  Jing Wan'er can't even be sure now if it's really like that, how she would choose again.

  At least now she clearly knows that she has a reason to stay here and won't leave.

  Jing Wan'er opened her eyes and looked at the pair of eyes in the carriage, "If you want to send me to Hong Luan Temple, then take me along too."

  Xi Cha opened her eyes wide and stared at Jing Wanyu, seemingly also in shock.

  I don't know what the people in the carriage are thinking now, but the man in front of the carriage stared at Jing Yuane for a moment and said, "You're not afraid that before you even reach Hongtu Temple, your life will be gone."

  Jing Wan'er looked at the carriage, but didn't respond to that sentence. Instead, she suddenly said in a seemingly nonsensical manner: "The Yong Xiang and the street ahead, all the way to three streets outside, are under the jurisdiction of the Guanglu Temple. To clear out this teahouse like this and ensure there's no one on the streets ahead or behind, not many people can do that."

  Now it can be seen that the guards holding knives around them are a bit stiff and looked at each other.

  Jing Wan'er looked at them, her expression unchanged. "Being able to get the Guanglu Temple to cooperate and issue a permit for leaving the city...and yet you're still so young..."

  A clear noise came from inside the carriage.

  The man in front of the car was no longer calm, holding a knife in his hand, obviously in a state of alert staring at Jing Wanyan.

  Actually guessing her identity, Jing Wanyu was even more shocked, because she couldn't think of why this young mistress would look for her.

  The people in the carriage couldn't help but say: "You really aren't an ordinary palace maid."

  Jing Wan'er didn't say it after all, because Xi Cha was still by her side.

  In the carriage, Tan Tan said: "If you like going to places like Hong Luan Temple, I can certainly fulfill your wish."

  Jing Yuanyu suddenly knelt down with her head bowed as soon as she guessed the other person's identity.

  Those guards holding knives were wide-eyed instead.

  "Please spare Xi Cha." Jing Wanyu could only make this move, because if she didn't try, she would have to watch as Xi Cha was taken away.

  The people in the carriage looked displeased. "What are you doing?"

  Jing Wan'er closed her eyes again: "As long as it's not leaving Chang'an, anything, I'm willing to listen."

  In fact, the other party just tied up Xi Cha and only threatened, but so far has not caused any substantial harm. At least it shows that this "princess" really doesn't have much of a malicious heart, the other party's purpose is just to make her leave, or maybe it's just about her alone.

  Jing Wan'er said calmly: "Wan'er's life is cheap, and cannot be compared to your nobility. If I have offended you in any way, you can order your subordinates to kill me on the spot, and I will not complain."

  The horse carriage stopped for a long time, and then said reluctantly: "I am not a killer. It's just that you would rather die now than take the letter out of the city, I see you as if seeing a freak."

  Jing Wan'er had already been accustomed to being called a freak in the palace, her eyebrows and eyes cast downward, naturally sensing the emotions of everyone's gaze at this time.

  "Stay in the temple, and you will have a day to reunite with your loved ones." Such a gentle sentence emerged in Jing Wanyi's mind.

  Her eyelids were lowered extremely low, and no one knew her emotions.

  The "young lady" in the carriage was really angry. She ordered the man in a deep voice: "Call him back, let's go."

  The man was shocked: "Just let him go..."

  It was clear that the master's anger had been conveyed, and no one dared to ask any more questions. Afterwards, the people holding onto Xi Cha let go of their hands, and the horse carriage began to move towards the entrance.

  Jing Wan'er remained kneeling on the ground, after all, no one inside had told her to get up.

  The carriage swayed slightly as it crossed the threshold, and a faint voice came from inside: "Junzhu"

  "No matter how you think about it, you will regret it later. By then, even if you want to leave, you will have already missed the opportunity."

  Jing Wan'er stared at the "burden" right in front of her.

  Xi Cha rushed over and helped her up.

  They all knew what was inside with a pounding heart, and those who left obviously didn't forget to take it away.

  Jing Wan'er slowly picked up the bundle, which was hard and heavy, obviously not containing clothes or other useless items. Through the fabric of the bundle, she felt silver ingots.

  Jing Wantong opened the package under Xi Cha's gaze and saw a golden seal on top.

  The imperial edict going back and forth through the gates of Chang'an City.

  Jing Wantong opened up the document.

  This is absolutely a standard format of Tang Dynasty passport, no one can imitate it, and no one has the technique to do so.

  Xi Cha looked up at Jing Wanyu: "Miss..."

  Jing Wan'er looked at it for a long time before closing the document.

  No one knew what she was thinking in her heart during this short period of time.

  Then she looked at Xi Cha, gently weighed the document and said: "This letter does not intentionally write out the name of the city."

  Even if it were the Grand Secretary or the Princess of Tang, privately issuing a pass for a palace maid to leave the palace without receiving special amnesty from the Emperor would be impossible, meaning that apart from the current Emperor, no one could truly set a palace maid free.

  Is the name of Jing Yuanyuan written on this document? It is crucial. The princess only gave the document, and the name Jing Yuanyuan can be written by herself. As long as Guanglu Temple did not personally write this name, then when Jing Yuanyuan leaves the city, it has nothing to do with them. At most, they just lost a document, what's the big deal?

  Jing Wan'er curled her lips slightly, these royal people, how could any of them be stupid.

  But it also happened to make things convenient for Jing Wanyu.

  "Miss, are you really going to give up this chance to leave the city?"

  The vastness of the world is true freedom, it's something that people like them have never experienced in their lifetime.

  Jing Wan'er handed the documents to Xi Cha, "Take this pass and leave Chang'an immediately."

  Xi Cha seemed unable to believe it, staring at Jing Wanyan without making a sound.

  Jing Wan'er handed the documents to her and said softly, "Your identity has been discovered by someone, and today's commotion, including the fact that I was with you for a whole morning, can be easily investigated. You are no longer safe in Chang'an, so let's go."

  Xi Cha's tears flowed out, actually when that letter was sent to Dali Temple for Jing Wanyi, Jing Wanyi should have noticed something wrong. Because they had an agreement between them, the meeting place must not be in the same place twice.

  So Jing Wanyu saw that the address written on the letter was Chalou, she should be able to

  I guess the person who wrote the letter is no longer happy.

  She didn't have to come, and even if Xi Cha's true identity was discovered, she wouldn't be able to survive anyway. Knowing this, Xi Cha also wouldn't reveal any secrets.

  When Xi Cha saw Jing Wanyu still coming through the window, she couldn't help but speak up to remind her that this world wasn't just about cold exploitation. Knowing all of this and yet choosing to endure it made Jing Wanyu even stronger.

  "I have to go back." Jing Wanyu said hastily.

  After leaving all the silver and travel documents in the bundle to Xichá, Jing Wanyi put on her cloak again, covering her face, and left the backyard of this tea house.

  Inside the Temple of Dali, Pei Tan asked the gatekeeper: "Are you certain it has been three periods?"

  The official nodded, "It seems like... I've never walked for so long."

  If it weren't for the yamen runner discovering something amiss, he wouldn't have come to tell Pei Tan. In the past, when Jing Wanniang went out, she would always leave at the earliest possible moment, or go to the front street to buy something. After all, as a young lady, in a place like the Temple of Great Awakening with so many men around, there were some private items that she needed to take care of herself.

  The yamen runner thought of something: "The girl received a message and left. It seems that the last time there was a message, the girl also went out."

  It's just been so long.

  "Did she take the letter with her when she went out?"

  The official hesitated for a moment: "It seems... there isn't one?"

  Jing Wan'er seemed relatively relaxed in the Temple of Great Rites, and this wasn't even the first letter sent to her. She had just received it and deliberately taken it away or destroyed it, so she didn't seem to be taking it very seriously.

  Pei Tan's eyes fluttered, apparently also having this reasoning: "Then that letter, most of it is probably still in her room."

  "Should we send someone down to search?"

  Pei Tan's eyes were deep and profound, he certainly wouldn't casually invade Jing Wanyu's privacy, but now that Jing Wanyu had been gone for three hours, the probability of something unexpected happening was already not small...

  After a moment of contemplation, Pei Tan looked at the bailiff and said, "I'll go take a look in her room."