Your Majesty, the princess is fleeing famine with her child!

Chapter 325: Change of Fighting Style

After hearing what Xiao Jingyi said, Zuo Yan's brows furrowed even more tightly.

"Now what?"

Xiao Jingyi pondered for a moment and said, "Although the method of using Wen Zhao to lure out the group of the Moon Clan's national master is no longer useful, it is better for him to be alive than dead!"

"You have people spread the news everywhere, saying that the Moon Clan's Imperial Master sent someone to poison the Moon Clan's young master."

"The Moon Clan's young master was poisoned and on the verge of death. Fortunately, he was saved by a miracle doctor."

"The young master of the Moon Clan came back from the brink of death. He was heartbroken by the betrayal of his closest and most trusted people. He suddenly came to his senses and was willing to submit to Daqi and atone for his sins with his death!"

"I guess the poisoning was probably done by the Moon Clan's national master in secret. The other Moon Clan survivors may not all be willing to watch their young master die."

"If you play this deck of cards in a different way, you might get unexpected results!"

Zuo Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he gave Xiao Jingyi a thumbs up with admiration.

The Moon Clan members must be demoralized now that they have lost their young master.

If they heard the news they spread at this time and learned that the National Master secretly sent people to assassinate their young master, then there would be something interesting to watch.

Maybe they don't even need to take action, because the Moon Clan members will start to fall into chaos and kill each other.

Xiao Jingyi added: "Although the Moon Clan failed to poison me this time, I don't know if they will try again."

"We are divided into two groups."

"I'll have someone disguise Wen Zhao, and you take him back to the capital first."

"I will take the fake Wen Zhao with me and follow the original itinerary."

"Be careful on the road!"

Xiao Jingyi patted Zuo Yan on the shoulder.

Zuo Yan nodded and immediately went downstairs to make preparations.

That night, Zuo Yan selected a team of elite soldiers and galloped away.

Outside the post station, the tribesmen who had been secretly following for several months saw Zuo Yan leave, and one of them immediately whispered, "Boss, should we chase him?"

The leader glared at the person who spoke, "What are you chasing? Have you forgotten what our mission is?"

Judging from the direction Zuo Yan left, he was obviously heading to the capital.

Moreover, they traveled light and left late at night, so they must have something urgent to do.

Did their people succeed?

So Zuo Yan was on the road so late at night, was he in a hurry to return to Beijing to report the news?

Their task is to pick up the people who took action in the post station.

But they waited here for so long and no one came to pick them up.

The post station was surrounded by Xiao Jingyi's men, so they couldn't get close to find out the news.

The leader felt as if his heart was being scratched by a cat's claws. He really wanted to know what was going on in the post station.

Did the two people who disguised themselves and sneaked in to take action succeed?

They haven't escaped yet, so why come and meet them? Has something happened?

The people hiding outside the post station neither met anyone nor knew the situation inside the post station. They wanted to go back and report to the imperial teacher, but they didn't know what to say.

The few of them had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue to watch.

But it was freezing cold, especially at night.

The leader blew lightly into his hands and wrapped his jacket tightly around himself.

Be patient. As long as you can get through tonight, you will know the situation in the post station tomorrow morning.

At that time, they can go back and report to the Imperial Master, and they won’t have to hide here and suffer the cold anymore.

On a winter night, the north wind blows, bringing with it a chilling chill.

In the second half of the night, the grass and trees were covered with frost.

Yun Fuling was lying in the warm quilt with a human-shaped hand warmer beside her, and she was sleeping very comfortably.

The soldiers stationed around the post station had tents to shelter from the wind, hot ginger soup, and campfires for warmth, so the night was not difficult to endure.

The next day, the sun rises.

Yun Fuling and Xiao Jingyi had breakfast at the post station before setting off.

The carriages rumbled on, and the long team moved like a dragon, heading towards the capital.

During the months they hid in the dark, the tribesmen were frozen all night long. Their hands and feet were frozen stiff, and a layer of white frost covered their eyebrows.

As soon as they heard some movement outside the post station, they immediately concentrated their attention and observed carefully in secret.

When they saw the soldiers finishing their meal and then starting to dismantle their tents and pack up their belongings, the tribesmen understood that they were planning to set off.

After waiting for a while, they saw a carriage engraved with the mark of Prince Yi's Palace slowly driving out of the post station.

Following behind the carriage was a prisoner van.

The person in the prison van huddled in a corner, his hair disheveled and his messy hair almost covering his entire face.

During those months, the tribesmen watched from afar. Although they could not see the clear face of the person in the prison car, judging from his figure and clothes, he was undoubtedly their young master.

The most important thing is that the young master is not dead and is still alive and well.

Although they were far away, they could still tell whether the people in the prison car were dead or alive.

During the months in the dark, the tribesmen looked at each other, with their brows furrowed.

How come the young master is still alive?

Did those two people fail last night?

They only crawled out of their hiding places after the convoy left.

After stretching their arms and legs for a while, a few people went to the post station to inquire about the news.

It was really unusual that someone came to the post station so early in the morning.

It's no wonder that the postmaster was worried. Normally, no one who is away from home would choose to rest and stay overnight at this time.

Most people would check in for the night in the evening.

This early morning is a good time to rush in and out of the city.

The postmaster was suspicious but kept his face calm. He looked at the group of people secretly and asked with a smile, "Why are you staying here at this time? Aren't you going into the city?"

Walk another ten miles east and you will reach the county town.

The leading Moon Clan member gave a dry laugh and brought out the excuse he had racked his brains to come up with.

"My brothers and I are all traveling merchants. Last night, when we were passing through Tuer Mountain, we were robbed by some bandits."

"Fortunately, they only robbed the goods and did not harm the lives of our brothers."

"We were freezing outside all night, and when we got here we saw an inn, so we came in to rest and have some hot food."

The postmaster exclaimed, "We have encountered bandits! You must go to the city and report to the authorities later!"

I was thinking that I had never heard of bandits on Tuer Mountain.

Besides, with the bare and not steep terrain of Tuer Mountain, how could there be any bandits hiding there?

After a few months, the tribesmen responded with the "hmm" and asked the postmaster to bring hot rice and soup.

They had been frozen all night and had no food in their stomachs, so they were cold and hungry.

Because they lied that their goods were robbed and were afraid that the postmaster would worry that they had no money and would not receive them, the leader took out a small silver ingot of two taels from his arms and threw it to the postmaster.

"This is what I hid on my waist, so those bandits didn't find it."

The postmaster took the silver and immediately, with a smile, told his wife to go to the kitchen and prepare some hot food.

Xiao Jingyi and his group had just left, and the pots in the kitchen were still hot.