Three days later.
Su Zhiruan sat coldly in the carriage, her face like frost.
Beside her were two plain-looking maids.
When she woke up, they were there to serve her, reportedly sent by Lord Prefect.
He was terrified upon learning Su Zhiruan was the Princess Jialan meant for marriage alliance; if word got out that the princess was here, it could be a capital crime.
The Hidden Guard was anxious to bring Su Zhiruan back, without delay, and rushed to return early to the Wanzhao Palace.
"Your Highness, please be patient. If we maintain our pace, we can return to the capital by this evening," the Hidden Guard driving the carriage said as his voice carried into the carriage with the wind.
Su Zhiruan remained silent, with a serene demeanor, an unmistakable sense of detachment shown in her eyes.
The Hidden Guard understood her feelings and spoke no further after offering his reminder.
