To avoid attracting attention, Zhu Cheng had arranged for his personal soldiers to set off separately the night before and meet at a designated location. Even Zhu Cheng's escorts departed in advance, waiting outside the city.
Thus, only five of them quietly left the capital in the faint morning light.
Before departure, Yan Daoxin handed Zhu Cheng a small gourd: "The medicine has been brewed before dawn, drink it while it's hot, Prince. Otherwise, it will affect the efficacy, and some people's blood will be shed in vain."
Zhu Cheng took the gourd, his gaze first falling on Zhu Yu's wrist, then looking at her face.
Zhu Yu had a fake skin on her face, obscuring her complexion, but the blood marks on the cloth around her wrist were clearly visible.
Zhu Yu felt a bit uneasy under Zhu Cheng's gaze.
The previous day, she had indeed cut herself, shedding a little blood, but last night Lu Qing had applied ointment, and the wound was now scabbing over.
