Bocheng briefly described the matter in a few words.
It took Wei Zi a while to come back to her senses.
At first, I thought it was ridiculous. After all, Dayong was a huge country and a state of etiquette. Although it had no choice but to move its capital after the war with the foreign tribes in the north, the Ji family had hundreds of years of foundation after all!
The majestic Prince Yong actually lost his princess to a hostage from a vassal state on the day of their wedding?
And Queen Dayong, who doted on her son, actually acquiesced to this ridiculous thing?
Has Dayongli's music collapsed to such an extent?
Absurdity is followed by immense anger.
She was actually treated as a thing and given to another man by her husband who had not given any courtesy?
What a shame!
When Bo Cheng saw that Wei Zi had not spoken for a long time, he couldn't help but glance up at her secretly.
But he saw that the extremely beautiful face of the woman in front of him was now as pale as snow, her dark eyes were like stars in the night sky, shining with scorching light, and her figure was even more stiff.
Bocheng understood immediately that the princess was very angry.
But this anger was also born with great restraint.
If it had been any other woman, she would have either fainted or cried so hard that her liver was shaking.
Bo Cheng's affection for Wei Zi increased by a few percent.
The prince is irresponsible, but the princess is responsible.
"Bocheng, you know where the prince is, right?" Wei Zi's bright eyes fell on Bocheng. Although it was a question, his tone was affirmative.
Bo Cheng couldn't help but raised his head slightly, and happened to meet Wei Zijing's bright eyes. Somehow, a bold idea suddenly came to his mind:
Maybe - maybe the Crown Princess can open a way out of the current dead situation?
It can't get any worse.
Take a gamble!
Thinking of this, Bocheng nodded mysteriously: "The villain knows."
"Take me to see the prince." Wei Zi said.
"Yes." Bocheng forced himself into another dead end.
*
With Empress Jiang's tacit approval, Bo Cheng took Wei Zi and Cai Wei out of the palace without any hindrance.
After all, whether you are going to Feng Shizi's residence or the prince's villa in Longjing, you have to leave the palace.
As for where to go in the end, the reins are in Bocheng's hands, and now Bocheng listens to Wei Zi's orders, and Wei Zi has the final say.
In the night, a horse-drawn carriage drove along Takijing Street.
Halfway through the journey, Wei Zi asked Bo Cheng to stop, got out of the car with Cai Wei, and knocked on the door of a shop.
Bocheng saw a wooden sign with the word "iron" hanging at the door of the shop.
Blacksmith shop?
What is the princess doing here?
Bo Cheng hesitated whether to follow or help, but Wei Zi came out quickly. Cai Wei beside her was holding a large package in her arms.
"Let's go." Wei Zi said lightly.
Bocheng then rode on his horse, and soon they arrived at the Prince's Courtyard.
Taoyuan.
Under the clear moonlight, Wei Zi looked at the name of the other courtyard written on the door plaque.
Bocheng knocked on the door and it opened quickly.
"Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince here?" Bocheng asked.
"Yes." The servant replied respectfully.
Bo Cheng made a "please" gesture towards Wei Zi.
Wei Zi moved inside and saw peach blossoms scorching under the silver moonlight, with no end in sight at a glance.
The breeze blew slowly, and the fallen flowers were like snow, which blurred her eyes.
In the early years, I heard that the most beautiful scenery in Takijing in March is at the "Peach Garden", and it is indeed worthy of its name.
However, the beautiful scenery at a good time is not only not pleasing to the eye, but also a complete waste.
"His Royal Highness is asleep." The waiter stopped Wei Zi and others.
"Is His Royal Highness inside?" Wei Zi asked calmly.
"Yes." The waiter saw that Wei Zi was wearing a cloak with only half of his face exposed, and he saw Bocheng standing beside him. He guessed that it was a noble person, so he replied honestly.
Wei Zi said "hmm", took the package from Caiwei's hand, and pulled out a knife.
Then, he raised his foot and kicked the door hard.
