"If you can escape from here, where do you plan to stay?" Zhao Ling asked tentatively.
Princess Yaohua wiped her tears with the sleeves of her garment, her eyes drooping and said: "The mother has placed her people in the guards, and they will send me to a safe place."
It turned out that Empress Duanjing had already made plans. Zhao Ling nodded, "So, how do you want us to help you?"
Princess Yaohua pursed her lips and was silent for a long time, and finally said as if she made up her mind: "Princess Xuan is very skilled in medicine, there must be a way to make me not tolerated in the Beidi Palace, and then leave here justifiably."
"I understand." Zhao Ling thought for a moment, then she knew what Princess Yaohua needed. She turned to look at Meng Yuan, and she asked, "I don't know what the lord wants?"
"Ling'er, you can decide." Meng Yuan raised a cup of tea, still looking indifferent and alienated, obviously intending to stay out of the way.
