PFC Chapter 222 Arrival in Beijing
Chapter 222 Arrival in Beijing
"Girl, let me give you a piece of advice: don't judge a book by its cover. Many things aren't true just because you see them," Song Jiaojiao kindly reminded her.
“Miss, this lady is right. Aren’t you going to Yunxiao Pavilion to choose a hairpin? If you don’t go soon, everyone else will have chosen them all.” Tingyu was afraid that her princess would lose her stubborn temper. The two men had full beards and didn’t look like good people. They were all acting in a secretive manner, and even the lady who spoke couldn’t be seen clearly. The princess only brought one guard with her to sneak out, and she couldn’t possibly beat him.
Song Jiaojiao ignored the man and told Wang Hefan to drive away.
Although Princess Ling'an was unwilling, she was worried about her own safety and the fact that the man had seen through her disguise. She feared that if she continued, something bad might happen.
Once the mule had gone a little further, Wang Chi spoke up, "Jiaojiao, that person should be the only daughter of the Prince of Ling'an, Princess Ling'an."
Thanks to the General of Zhenbei who had the family tree of the aristocratic families in the capital, Wang Chi happened to be recuperating from his injuries and couldn't do anything at the time, so he casually flipped through it. It's just that he has a photographic memory since he was a child, and he remembered almost everything after only looking at it once.
"Oh!" Song Jiaojiao wasn't interested in kings or princesses; she was just wondering if she should get some makeup in case she needed it when crossing the city later.
The group traveled leisurely for five days, and when they were about halfway to the capital, the restrictions suddenly became stricter when they passed through a city.
Looking at the long queue in front of him, Wang Chi returned after asking around. "It's said that they need to check the household registrations to find some notorious bandits from Jiangyang. I saw the soldiers at the city gate holding several portraits and comparing them, but they were too far away to see clearly what they were."
"What else could it be? Isn't it just us?" Song Jiaojiao said casually, having read so many novels and watched so many TV dramas that it was always portrayed this way.
"Mother, what should we do now?" Wang Hefan asked.
"No rush, I have a brilliant plan. Let's leave here first," Song Jiaojiao said mysteriously.
Just then, an argument broke out ahead, attracting the attention of the soldiers at the city gate. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Jiaojiao and her group left.
They went into town mainly to buy dry food, but it was also possible for them not to go into town.
However, you can choose not to go along the way, but once you reach the capital, you will have no choice but to go in.
After leaving this place, Song Jiaojiao found a village by the roadside and asked a kind-looking person to help her buy a lot of rouge and face powder, as well as dry food.
Once the others returned, Song Jiaojiao and her group left immediately.
As night approached and they couldn't enter the city, they had no choice but to camp out in the suburbs. Around the fire, Wang Hefan finally asked Song Jiaojiao...
"Mother, why are you buying rouge at this time?"
"Of course it works. Come here." Song Jiaojiao took a piece of cold charcoal, removed the big beard from Wang Hefan's face, put a big mole on his chin, and thickened and widened his eyebrows. His originally handsome face suddenly became ordinary. She took out the watercolor powder she bought and applied it to Wang Hefan's face. Instantly, he became a different person. Except for his height, he would be hard to find in a crowd now.
"Wow, big brother is so ugly!" Mu Xue exclaimed in surprise.
"It's a bit ugly, but it works. People who don't know him well would have a hard time recognizing him," Song Jiaojiao said, looking him up and down.
“But you need a household registration to enter the city. We can change our appearance, but we can’t change our household registration!” Mu Qing said worriedly.
“Who says we have to go through the main gate?” Wang Chi said, understanding Song Jiaojiao’s plan.
“That’s right.” Song Jiaojiao gave Wang Chi a knowing look, and instantly Wang Chi was as proud as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.
"Before we reach the capital, we will not enter the city. If we run out of food, we will go to the villagers to buy more, just like we are today. When we arrive in the capital, we will have to disguise ourselves, because who knows how many assassins are waiting outside the city."
From now on, Mu Xue and I will both disguise ourselves as men. Wang Chi is our uncle, and we are both your nephews. Our family has suffered a great loss, and we are going to the capital to find our relatives.
Song Jiaojiao spoke up.
Wang Chi, who was initially happy, suddenly stopped smiling. "Why am I still your uncle, Jiao Jiao? Isn't that a generational difference?"
"Why so many questions? It's because I'm young. If I say you're my brother, people will pay more attention to us. We need to keep a low profile now," Song Jiaojiao said, rolling her eyes at Wang Chi.
Indeed, having been consuming the fruits and vegetables from the space, Song Jiaojiao does look much younger. Standing next to Wang Chi, one might mistake them for father and daughter.
Wang Chi looked at Song Jiaojiao's unchanged face, as if time had stood still on her face. She was still as beautiful as when he left. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but be mesmerized, and he would occasionally let out a silly chuckle.
Everyone was speechless at Wang Chi's behavior.
Meanwhile, on the carriage side, Song Jiaojiao had given instructions long ago that if they were caught, they should immediately run away and not get entangled with them. When they realized it wasn't Song Jiaojiao and her group, they would give up the pursuit, and then they would meet in the capital.
And so, Song Jiaojiao and her group arrived at the outskirts of the capital every day in different appearances and with different identities.
As soon as he arrived in the capital, Wang Chi could feel the gazes from the shadows from time to time. There were so many people that he almost lost his composure and was exposed.
Song Jiaojiao grabbed his hand and whispered, "Don't be so tense, relax. You'll be easily noticed if you're like this."
Just as Wang Chi arrived at Shilipo outside the city, he saw the person in the pavilion. This person was none other than General Wang Yan, the General Who Guards the North.
Wang Chi quickly led his men forward, no longer worried about how to enter the city.
As soon as they arrived at the pavilion, they were stopped. "Stop! This is not a place for you."
Wang Chi was now completely transformed in the painting, and Wang Yan didn't recognize him, thinking he was a villager who wanted to come in and rest, until Wang Hefan spoke up.
“Grandfather, it’s us.”
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Wang Yan immediately stood up and hurriedly ordered his men to let the person in.
"He Fan?" Wang Yan looked at the sallow-skinned man in front of him, with a large mole on his chin and striking eyebrows, and called out uncertainly.
“It’s me, Grandfather. I’ve brought Mother and my sisters here,” Wang Hefan replied excitedly, though who knows what he had gone through on the way.
"Father, your son has returned," Wang Chi said, kneeling down and kowtowing to Wang Yan.
"It's good to be back, but what about your outfits..."
"This is not the place to talk, General Zhenbei. Could we go into the city first and find a place to sit down and have a proper chat?" Song Jiaojiao spoke up, afraid that if they delayed any longer, the enemy in the shadows would do something unusual.
“Yes, Father, let’s go into the city first.” Wang Chi came back to his senses and said. Who knows who the enemy behind them is? If they are not allowed to enter the city, all the hard work along the way will be for nothing.
"Yes, yes, let's go back first. Come on, let's go back to the General's Mansion." Wang Yan also understood that this was not the place to talk, and besides, his grandson had been traveling a long way and should go back to rest as soon as possible.
As expected of the General Who Guards the North, there was no need to queue when entering the city, and no one dared to inspect the General's carriage. In this way, Song Jiaojiao and her party finally arrived in the capital.