Perfect Destiny

Ch2.17 - Adieu, my love

Handsome Broken Legged Little Military Advisor [17]

On the third day of June, it is advisable to marry rather than travel.

Chen Liguo woke up early, but when he woke up, Yan Jingyi was no longer with him.

In neither an urgent nor slow way, Chen Liguo dressed and washed and then waited for Yan Zhiyao to arrive.

When the sun rose in the sky and it was almost noon, there was a knock on Chen Liguo's door. He put down his book and invited the person in.

Yan Zhiyao pushed open the door and came in, her face tense, saying, "Lord Ji, let's go."

Chen Liguo nodded slightly.

Yan Zhiyao did not dare delay either. This opportunity was snatched from Yan Jingyi's marriage and there is only one opportunity for others to relax their custody of Chen Liguo. Once they miss it, there will be no other chance.

Chen Liguo was pushed out of the door by Yan Zhiyao, only to find that the palace servants were missing.

Yan Zhiyao saw Chen Liguo's surprise and laughed sarcastically, "The Emperor's wedding, the people underneath would naturally celebrate, right now they're probably having delicious foods and good drinks."

Chen Liguo nodded to show that he understood.

Yan Zhiyao gnashed her teeth in anger and said. "I even thought that person was somewhat sincere towards Milord, I didn't expect him to keep Milord in custody on one side and marry another woman on the other."

Chen Liguo's expression was dim, "The Emperor's wedding, shouldn't it be a good thing?"

Yan Zhiyao said indignantly, "I am dissatisfied on behalf of Milord!"

Chen Liguo shook his head, then said, "Let's go, let's not talk about the past."

Yan Zhiyao stopped when she heard the words.

As Chen Liguo was pushed away by Yan Zhiyao, he found that there was no one in the palace where he was kept. He distinctly perceived a strange sense of something unwell, and his eyelids jumped up. He hesitated: "Zhiyao... Why is there no one here?"

Yan Zhiyao said, "His majesty specially arranged a feast for the people here. It just became noon now, surely they're in the middle of eating the feast."

Chen Liguo frowned, "Why do I feel that something is not quite right."

Yan Zhiyao said: "Milord, don't worry, I have already planned everything."

Just as they spoke, they had arrived in a remote place and met the man who came to pick them up, Yan Zhiyao's husband, the imperial bodyguard whose name that Chen Liguo did not know yet.

The imperial bodyguard was evidently very nervous as well. He said, "You've come out?"

Yan Zhiyao nodded, "Let's hurry." She then turned to Chen Liguo again and said, "Milord, it'll be hard on you."

Chen Liguo said, "It's of no importance."

The imperial bodyguard listened as he filled a cart full of wine jars. He said, "Milord, please hide in the cart. We'll push you out."

Chen Liguo nodded his head and said okay.

When the imperial bodyguard saw that Chen Liguo agreed, he picked him up and carefully put him into the cart's interlayer.

After disguising the cart again, the three people went on the road.

It was the Emperor's wedding, it would be reasonable to say that the palace would be bustling with noise and excitement. Yet at this moment, as the three traveled down the road, the number of palace servants seen could be counted with one's fingers.