What should she do? Who could tell her what to do?
On the sparsely populated street, Ning Wan Wan walked ahead with Fu Yi behind her, as the Ning Guo Mansion’s carriage moved slowly through the rainy scene toward the mansion.
The rain grew heavier, and despite it being early spring, Ning Wan Wan felt colder than winter. She looked ahead, seeing only misty water vapor, which generated a sense of despair.
Suddenly, she spotted two figures emerging through the rain. One dressed in white walked ahead quickly, while the other in black followed closely with an oil-paper umbrella.
Ning Wan Wan stared until she heard that familiar, warm voice. “Wan Wan, why are you walking in such heavy rain?” Si Zhan quickly removed his white fox fur and wrapped it around her.
Ning Wan Wan instinctively looked up at his beautiful face, softly and incredulously calling, “Imperial Uncle?”
“It’s me,” Si Zhan said, supporting her shoulder and gently wiping the rainwater from her cheeks, looking concerned.
“Imperial Uncle,” Ning Wan Wan then buried herself in his embrace and began to cry.
Si Zhan held her, patting her back softly, “Wan Wan, I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”
She vowed never to marry Si Yi, as she did not want to repeat her mistakes or leave Si Zhan.
The only thing she could do was to pretend to agree with Si Yi. After her father was safe, she would escape from Biandu to prevent Si Yi from finding her. If ultimately found, she would disfigure her own face to make her stance clear.
As she was about to discuss her plan with Si Zhan, he suddenly said, “I heard your father is in trouble.”
Ning Wanwan was stunned, “The prince knows?”
Si Zhan tenderly wiped her tears, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“He has committed a capital crime. Even the prince cannot save him.” Si Zhan’s situation was already difficult, and sharing this would only add to his troubles.
Si Zhan replied, “That may not be the case.”
Ning Wanwan’s spirit lifted, “Does the prince have a way?”
Si Zhan nodded and pulled something from his body. He placed a golden token in her palm, “Take this.”
Ning Wanwan looked at the token adorned with nine dragons and two large characters: “Exemption from death.”
“A token of exemption from death?” she asked.
