Soon, the five hundred cavalry guards who stayed in the mansion were assembled, and the carriages and horses were ready. In full view of everyone, Dan personally carried Chu Tianjiao into the carriage.
Of course, what he was holding was just a wooden double made by Chu Tianjiao with a flower branch in his room. When Dan led the five hundred cavalry to the north city gate, Chu Tianjiao had also crossed neatly and was riding on the back of Jin Jingdiao.
Go up, follow the address left by the messenger, fly out of the city wall, and fly towards the cemetery.
In the palace, He Lanxuan stood in the study window, staring at the night outside the window with his chin slightly raised. He felt his men appear behind him, but he still stood there without moving.
"Your Majesty, Chu Tianjiao has left the palace in a car and is now rushing to the North City Gate!" His subordinates who had been staying at the palace before were standing respectfully a little further away.
"Did housekeeper Lan Nuo show up?!" He Lanxuan asked without looking back.
"I've never seen it before!" the secret guard dressed as a nocturnal man replied respectfully.
He Lanji waved his hand lightly, and the secret guard carefully exited the door.
After he walked away, He Lanxuan turned around and spoke to the dark corner of the study, "Go, bring your people back, there's no need to look for them anymore!"
"Could it be that she has already found the prince?!" A slightly surprised voice came from a seemingly deserted corner.
"I can see that the relationship between the two of them is very good. If Chu Tianjiao had not found him, Chu Tianjiao would never have left the capital so easily!" He Lanxuan's tone revealed a hint of envy.
He couldn't imagine that if he fell into the situation like He Lanji, who would be his Chu Tianjiao?
Every one of those women in the harem said they could do anything for him, could they really do it?
"So, do you want me to go?!" The man in the corner asked again.
"No need!" He Lanxuan shook his head solemnly, "What that girl said is not wrong. Now is the time for our brothers to unite with the outside world. I will write a letter and you will personally deliver it to Shenzong!"
As he spoke, he had already walked to the desk, picked up the pen and hesitated for a moment, then quickly wrote a letter, folded it and delivered it to the man in a black robe who came out of the corner.
Taking the letter solemnly, the man clasped his fingers lightly, and the letter disappeared. Then his person turned into a gust of wind and fluttered out of the window. It was obvious that he was not a samurai, but a mysticist.