The Third Prince's suppressed cry of pain in the carriage certainly did not escape Ah Liu's ears. However, he did not get on the carriage to check what was going on, nor did he ask, but used his eyes to signal the driver to drive the carriage to catch up with him. In response, Zhang Yuan, the driver who had just recognized the Third Prince and was already used to Ah Liu's style of doing things, naturally did not dare to say a word.
No wonder Zhang Shou’s carriage was quietly driven out today. It turned out that the prince had quietly left the palace!
And when this man and his carriage met up with the servants and guards of the Duke of Zhao's Mansion, although there were two people when Liu went there and there were two people when he came back, one of them had become a coachman for one carriage. Although everyone looked at each other in confusion, since they had all been fought one by one or in a group by Liu - the kind of group fight where one person beat a group, they still did not dare to ask more questions.
Even when Ah Liu directly ordered them to return, they still obeyed his orders despite being full of doubts. After all, the lady had previously ordered them to listen to Ah Liu in everything today. However, some smart people had already felt that the carriage should not be empty, and there might be someone inside.
The Third Prince in the carriage heaved a sigh of relief. After the initial burning pain, he felt a slight coolness. However, tying the smooth silk bandage on the moving carriage was not an easy task. After tying it with great difficulty, he put on his pants, but when he moved a little, he felt the stinging pain on the inner thigh when the fabric rubbed against him.
But it was much more comfortable than riding a horse on the way back, so he certainly couldn't complain. After all, he had implicated many people today, and he didn't even know what the situation in the palace was like. Therefore, when Ah Liu's low voice came from outside the carriage, reminding him that there was food under the seat, he didn't even have much appetite.
"We need to return to Beijing at least at noon or even at dusk. Don't starve."
Hearing this, the Third Prince hesitated for a moment, but he finally reached under the seat and took out a small and exquisite food box. This food box was only the size of two palms at most, small and exquisite, but tall, with three layers.
He opened the first layer and saw several neatly stacked silver rolls. The second layer was a layer of dates as big as a little finger, and the third layer had four grids, all of which were pickled vegetables. The third prince was relieved when he saw no common candied fruits, cakes, or anything like that. He ate two rolls with dates and pickled vegetables, but then he felt thirsty again.
It was only then that he remembered that he had not had a drink of water during the rush. He thought about it and did not ask Ah Liu. Instead, he put the lunch box back and reached under the seat to look for something. Since Ah Liu had just mentioned food and drink, it was impossible that there were only snacks and no drinks.
This time, he really took out a cattail bag, and inside the cattail bag was a small coat. When he unbuttoned the coat, he found a purple clay teapot. Probably because of the charcoal burning under the car, the purple clay teapot was still a little warm, and the water inside was also warm and sweet. The taste was not like the tea he usually drank, but more like monk fruit or something like that.