Gu Shengyin felt relieved and glanced at Princess Shu He indifferently, "Very well, since Young Master Fang has spoken, this general will give Young Master Fang face."
She turned to leave but Jiang Huan grabbed her arm.
Jiang Huan's gaze was firmly fixed on Princess Shu He as he spoke, "You, come here."
Princess Shu He's heart, which had just settled down, suddenly lifted. With that tone of voice, there was an eight or nine out of ten chance that Imperial Uncle Rong had recognized her identity.
She quickly looked up and exchanged a glance with Fang Mingyu, and both saw the same message in the other's eyes: Run.
Without a second word, Princess Shu He quickly stepped forward towards the carriage. Fang Mingyu leaned over and, with a strong pull, brought her aboard. The ready driver cracked his whip and the carriage took off towards the city gate.
"Someone! Stop them for me!" Jiang Huan's face was somber as water.