The soldier secretly glanced at the Eighth Princess, thinking to himself that this person appeared dirtier than the beggars begging at the city gate. Was she really the Eighth Princess? But regardless of whether she was or not, this matter was not something he could decide, so the soldier first courteously welcomed the Eighth Princess into the camp and secretly had someone keep an eye on her, while he immediately reported the news.
Upon hearing the news of the Eighth Princess, Qinghe was slightly stunned and couldn't help but sigh: "It is said that good people do not live long, but disasters last for a thousand years. As I predicted, she will not die so easily."
After saying this, Qinghe leisurely got up, took out a powder compact, and applied it all over his face, making himself look pale and haggard. Then he beckoned Ah Lian, and the two of them took a carriage to rush outside the city.
