Chapter 119 of Ten Scenery Satin

Having escaped, Ren Jianqing and his men were filled with rage but had no outlet for it.

He immediately dispatched his men to search in all directions before leading his troops away. Zhao Tingrui ordered Lu Daoren to organize the Prince's army, and the group returned to the city. To ensure Xiang Yang's safety, Zhao Wanyan agreed to return with her father. At this time, she was riding alongside Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui, back to the capital. The little white tiger followed behind. Although the ride wasn't very bumpy, Zhao Wanyan's heart was filled with unease and a sense of loss. Zhao Tingrui, having found his beloved daughter, was in high spirits. He said, "Wanyan, how have you been these past few days? Your father has missed you terribly." Zhao Wanyan absentmindedly hummed in response, lightly gripping the reins and lowering her head.

Seeing his daughter's worried expression, Zhao Tingrui knew what was going on. He thought to himself, "As long as Xiang Yang is alive, Wan Yan will never give up. This boy refuses to serve me and is an enemy of the Imperial Mausoleum Faction. It's difficult for Wan Yan to explain to Long Yuqing if she stays with him. The most important thing right now is to get rid of him."

Zhao Wan Yan rode her horse in a daze, her mind filled with thoughts of Xiang Yang. Several times she almost shed tears, but she forced herself to hold them back, silently telling herself, "Brother Xiang should be safe now, right? In a few days, I must find a way to go to Zhaozhou Bridge. I can't let them find out."

When they arrived at the mansion, Zhao Wan Yan didn't say much. She took the little white tiger back to her room. When she was rescued by the white tiger, there had been a chaotic battle in the room, but now it had been cleaned up and was as beautiful as ever. She stared blankly at the empty boudoir, thinking, "Before that day, when Brother Xiang and Young Master Wen were gone for so long, I only felt lonely, but not as sad as I am now. It's the same separation, yet the feelings are so different. Brother Xiang, are you thinking of me too?" She sat casually on the edge of the embroidered bed, fiddling with the bed curtains, a deep melancholy filling her heart. The little white tiger nestled at her feet, seemingly understanding her thoughts, lying quietly without moving.

A short while later, a young maidservant entered, greeted Zhao Wanyan, and said, "Princess, would you like me to arrange a bath?" Zhao Wanyan shook her head and said softly, "No need."

Seeing that she was dressed in ordinary coarse cloth, the maidservant asked again, "Princess, would you like me to help you change?" Zhao Wanyan still gently shook her head and said, "I'll do it myself. You...you should rest first." Seeing that the princess was listless, the maidservant couldn't help but worry and said, "Yes. Princess, you've just returned to the manor, you must be very tired. Please take good care of yourself. If you need anything, just let me know." Zhao Wanyan smiled slightly and said, "I will, thank you."

The maidservant then withdrew.

After she left, Zhao Wanyan sighed softly, lost in thought for a long time, then stood up and went to the wardrobe, thinking, "Just a few days ago, Brother Xiang hid here and avoided Long Yuqing." Thinking of the perilous situation she faced when Long Yuqing tortured her, she still felt lingering fear. Looking at the wooden door of the wardrobe, a thought suddenly occurred to her: "Maybe all of this these past few days has been a dream, and Brother Xiang is still hiding inside. If I open it, I'll see him?" Although she knew this was just wishful thinking, she still opened the wardrobe door. Inside, neatly hung numerous garments and dresses, colorful and beautiful. The clothes that had been rummaged through by the white tiger's tail that day were all neatly arranged.

Looking at the dazzling array of clothes, a helpless bitter smile appeared on her face. She murmured to herself, "Brother Xiang, what do you want me to wear? I'll dress however you like." After a moment of silence, she slowly took off her clothes, reached into the wardrobe, took a moon-white silk robe, changed into it, and walked slowly to the bedside. She lifted the quilt, lay down on the bed, and thought of the intimate moments she and Xiang Yang shared. She felt both sweet and bitter.

Lying on the soft quilt, Zhao Wanyan's mood relaxed slightly, and she felt very sleepy. The image of Xiang Yang in her mind gradually blurred. An autumn breeze wafted in through the window, and Zhao Wanyan closed her eyes, gradually drifting off to sleep.

She didn't know when she woke up, but saw only darkness outside; night had fallen. She got out of bed, rubbed her eyes, and saw her little white tiger sleeping soundly in the corner beside the bed. After her nap, Zhao Wanyan's mind was much calmer, but she couldn't forget her lover. Disturbed, she left the room and went to the backyard to clear her head.

It was late at night, and the courtyard was quiet, with pale moonlight spilling across the ground. Zhao Wanyan, dressed in a light robe, strolled leisurely, enjoying the gentle evening breeze. Her thoughts eased slightly, and she thought, "I need to think carefully about how to meet Brother Xiang."

She walked to a rockery and pond, and suddenly noticed a dark figure vaguely visible beside a Taihu stone, as if someone was hiding. Zhao Wanyan stared intently and recognized the man as Ke Yantai, a guard of the Prince's residence. Curious, she asked, "Mr. Ke, what are you doing here?" Ke Yantai stepped forward and bowed, saying, "His Highness has ordered that, due to the recent rampant bandits, my brothers and I are strictly guarding the area inside and out. That's why we're here."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan frowned slightly, thinking, "Father is still afraid that my elder brother will come looking for me." Suddenly, she realized, "Oh dear, this makes it much harder for me to sneak away." She had originally intended to clear her mind, but seeing her father's precautions only made her more anxious. Not wanting to dwell on it further, she returned to her room to sleep.

For the next three or four days, Zhao Wanyan tried several times to leave the residence under some pretext, but was always stopped by the guards, who said that without the Prince's written order, no one was allowed to leave, lest they be attacked by bandits. Zhao Wanyan was gentle and compliant. Despite her status as a princess, she treated the guards of the Prince's mansion with kindness and respect. The guards, in turn, respected and feared her. No matter how much she pleaded, they would only reluctantly refuse to let her pass.

For several days, Zhao Tingrui deployed troops for defense while requesting reinforcements from Long Yuqing to prevent Xiang Yang from arriving. In addition, he sent Shao Fei with men to search for Zhao Pingbo and Yan Tie, who had not returned from the city.

For days, Zhao Wanyan hadn't stepped outside the mansion. She paced back and forth in her room, both angry and anxious, thinking, "If Brother Xiang has been waiting by the bridge for days and hasn't seen me, he'll definitely come looking for me. Master Lu's martial arts are already so powerful, and Father has sent so many men. How can Brother Xiang possibly get me out? No, no, I have to think of some way to get out."

But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't come up with a strategy. Having no martial arts skills, she could only sneak out of the manor. However, the guards were heavily fortified, making it difficult for outsiders to intrude, and equally difficult for those within the manor to leave.

Zhao Wanyan was at her wits' end, anxious and frustrated, sighing repeatedly. She glanced at the little white tiger, stroked its forehead, and whispered, "Baby, if only you could think of something for me."

The little white tiger opened its eyes wide, suddenly tilting its head as if trying to think of something. Zhao Wanyan smiled slightly, then sighed again, seemingly unsure what to do next, when suddenly she heard a commotion outside the room, with hurried footsteps sounding intermittently.

Zhao Wanyan felt something was amiss. Holding the little white tiger, she left the room and asked a guard, "What happened just now?"

The guard replied, "Reporting to the Princess, the young prince has returned. Mr. Shao said he was injured and unconscious. Just now, the prince sent someone to fetch Daoist Lu to examine his injuries."

That day, Zhao Pingbo suffered a severe backlash from Yan Tie, his internal injuries extremely serious. He had miraculously survived, found by nearby villagers, and taken back for treatment. Shao Fei then found him and brought him back. Upon seeing his son's serious injury, Zhao Tingrui, in shock and anger, urgently summoned Daoist Lu and other experts to heal him and save his life.

Zhao Wanyan, unaware of the reason, only thought Zhao Pingbo was late returning home, hence the disturbance. Just as she was about to go see her brother, a thought suddenly occurred to her: "Brother just returned to the manor, and it seems a bit chaotic. Why not sneak away now? Maybe there'll be an opportunity." With this thought, Zhao Wanyan's spirits lifted. She hurried to the manor's stables, where she saw only a groom busy distributing fodder. The two guards who usually stood watch were nowhere to be seen.

Zhao Wanyan pondered for a moment, then squatted down, placed the little white tiger on the ground, and whispered, "Baby, you distract him for me. When I sneak off on horseback, you quickly follow, understand?" The little white tiger barked, flicked its tail, and rushed towards the stables.

The groom was untying a bundle of hay to put into the manger when he suddenly heard several loud "waaaahs," followed by the incessant neighing of horses. Startled, he turned around and saw the little white tiger that the princess usually kept by her side barking at the horses. He was shocked and before he could react, the little white tiger pounced and bit, snapping the reins of several horses. The horses were already frightened; with the reins broken and the little white tiger baring its teeth and howling, three or four horses charged forward.

The groom, bewildered, cried out, "Oh no! Oh no!" Just as he was about to try to stop the galloping, neighing horses, a white horse suddenly broke into a gallop, with the little white tiger barking and chasing after it. This white horse was the mount of Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui, a magnificent steed that Zhao Tingrui cherished dearly. Seeing it being driven into the courtyard by the little white tiger, the groom feared it might even run out of the manor and lose the prince's beloved horse—how could he bear such a fate? Startled, she quickly grabbed her whip and rushed over, calling out, "Come back quickly!" In a short while, the horse, the tiger, and the person chasing each other disappeared from sight.

The other runaway horses neighed for a while, then quieted down; some paced back and forth in the courtyard, while others returned to the stables.

Zhao Wanyan was overjoyed. Taking advantage of the groom's absence, she rushed to open the back door of the stables, saddled and bridled her horse, mounted, and galloped away. Looking back, she still couldn't see the little white tiger. Thinking it would be easy for the tiger to leave the manor, she didn't delay, spurring her horse on towards the city gates. Her heart pounded, and she whispered, "Horse, oh horse, run as fast as you can. Whether I see Brother Xiang or not depends on you."

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