Hey, you are reborn too?

The feeling in his chest and abdomen wouldn't go away. Venerable Longyin endured the tremors on his skin and searched the car with difficulty in the dim moonlight.

A basin, a spittoon, or something else, anything that can be used...

Where? Where exactly?

Objects that are usually seen everywhere, and even considered to be in the way, now seem to have evaporated, with no trace left.

Reverend Longyin swallowed hard, not sure if it was because the light was too dim, but his vision became blurry.

He hunched over, and pressed the hand on his stomach with such force that his entire fist almost sunk into his abdomen.

Venerable Longyin lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and walked slowly in the carriage, checking each suspected container.

Liquid suddenly surged in his throat, and the heart of Reverend Longyin, which had been pushed onto the gallows, began to be executed—

No matter how he tried to cover it up, the solid-liquid mixture gushed out so naturally, emerged from between his fingers, and then flowed down.

Venerable Longyin could no longer endure it, so he pulled open the curtain and jumped off the speeding carriage.

He heard a voice behind him, a mixture of the driver's shouting and the horses' neighing, but he was too busy caring about that at the moment.

The vomit gathered more and more, some of it flowed down from the edge of his outer robe, and the other part flowed directly into the inside of the outer robe, wetting his inner clothes.

Venerable Longyin looked around and found a patch of grass half a person's height, and he went in without hesitation.

He bent over in the grass in a somewhat awkward manner, breathing with some difficulty as his throat and stomach twitched.

The moonlight outside is bright and clear, quietly covering the land.

Venerable Longyin tried to use force in his throat again and felt a sour taste in his throat, but he did not feel like vomiting anymore.

He slowly stood up. He didn't feel too uncomfortable, but he found that his clothes were covered with vomit.

He suddenly felt a little afraid to think about whether he would get into Avi's carriage.

A voice came from the distance. It was Xie Yongxuan: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

The sound was getting closer and closer, as if foreshadowing that the person was about to see his miserable appearance.

In a trance, the voice was already beside him: "Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?"

For a moment, Venerable Longyin was glad that he was wearing a mask.

He heard his voice was a little hoarse: "Nothing, just thank you, little friend... do you have any change of clothes?"

Xie Yongxuan answered readily: "Yes, yes, yes, I'll get it for you right away!"

A gust of wind blew past, and soon the wind came back.

"These are my clothes, if you don't mind..." Xie Yongxuan sounded a little embarrassed.

Reverend Long Yin lowered his head to take it, then turned his back to Xie Yongxuan and said, "Thank you very much. I'd like to trouble you, my friend, to help keep watch here."

Xie Yongxuan said excitedly: "Okay!"

Not long after, Xie Yongxuan saw Reverend Longyin, who was wearing his clothes, which were a little different from usual.

Feeling his gaze as if it was glued to him, Reverend Longyin asked, "But is there anything wrong?"

Xie Yongxuan looked it up and down for several times, and finally commented sincerely: "No, I just feel that you look a little different in this dress than I do."

Still some distance away from the carriage, Reverend Longyin thought about the merits of the man's clothes and continued, "Different people think differently when wearing them."

Xie Yongxuan chuckled: "You're right. When you wear this, I always feel like you're going to the battlefield."

The pupils of Venerable Longyin darkened for a moment, he blinked gently, his expression remained unchanged, and his voice sounded like a response to you, but also like a sigh.

"Yeah."

Coincidentally, he had actually seen this set of clothes before.

In his previous life, when the Xie family father and son were defending the city, he led his troops to station outside. While using his clairvoyance to observe the guards in the city, he inadvertently caught sight of the young general on the observation tower.

In fact, the young general and his beloved Awei have a very similar face.

After all, they are biological siblings from the same father and mother, so it is understandable that they look alike.

That day, his clairvoyance "inadvertently" swept across the figure of the young general many times.

The young general's eyes and brows were engraved in his heart, gradually merging with the girl's face in his memory, and he naturally could not forget the young general's outfit that day.

The lining inside the young general's sleeve armor was exactly what he was wearing today.

Venerable Longyin trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and tried to squeeze out the inexplicable emotions that were overflowing from his body.

Everything is in the past, that is... the past.

Xie Yongxuan's voice sounded again: "By the way, why do you want to change clothes? Also, do you want to wash the clothes you took off?

If it is inconvenient for you to wash it yourself, you can ask the maids to do it for you."

Venerable Longyin paused as he was about to get on the carriage and said calmly, "No need."

Just as the curtain of the carriage was about to fall, a very light "thank you" was heard from inside.

Wenyang City Inn.

Jiang Ying instructed them to take out their princess tokens.

When the token that symbolized her identity was turned out, the fear and terror on Jiang Ying's face instantly turned into pride.

These people knew that she was a princess, so how could they not kneel down and beg for mercy?

Thinking of this, she spoke confidently: "Do you see clearly who this princess is?"

The group of masked men were indeed holding the tokens and looking at them in the moonlight. They looked very carefully and even ignored Jiang Ying's words.

Jiang Ying was a little indignant, but she was tied to the armchair and couldn't move.

It’s not that she didn’t try to struggle, but the kidnappers tied her up too tightly, not giving her any chance to struggle.

Next to Jiang Ying, there were also a lot of tied-up maids.

At this moment, Jiang Ying suddenly began to regret it sincerely.

Those guards were supposed to live on the same floor with him and guard outside, but he did not do a good job of their daytime protection and drove them directly to the pigsty of the inn, making them live with the animals.

I wanted to use this to humiliate them, but it gave others an opportunity to take advantage of me.

Seeing the treasures in the house being taken away one by one, Jiang Ying now regretted her decision.

She heard those people touching the token and discussing: "Can we exchange this for money?"

Jiang Ying's heart sank when she heard this. Her identity token as the ninth princess of Dayuan was actually going to be exchanged for money?

Jiang Ying refused to give up and could not help but yell at the top of her voice: "Put down this princess's identity token. You lowly people are not qualified to take it!"

She wanted to shout like this to attract attention, and she found that she did attract some, but they were all malicious looks.

The masked man in the lead stepped forward and said, "Princess?"

His tone sounded unkind, Jiang Ying thought he was scared, and raised her head and said proudly: "Of course, I am the only legitimate princess, the most favored ninth princess of Dayuan!"

Jiang Ying's chin was pinched, and the masked man looked at her in the light: "The goods are good, and it will probably fetch a good price if sold there."

Jiang Ying's eyes suddenly widened. Where to sell it? Could it be a brothel or some other place with fireworks?

In the carriage.

Venerable Longyin and the brocade robe stained with vomit looked at each other in surprise.