Feng Miao Jun was also thoroughly satisfied with her meal. Upon hearing his words, she immediately put down her bowl and took out a tael of silver from her bosom, wiped it clean, and casually broke it in half.

She performed this action with such ease and skill as if what she was breaking wasn’t silver currency but a ball of dough.

In the eyes of potential troublemakers, this was an unmistakable warning: don’t cause problems, and everyone would save themselves trouble.

Then she tossed half a tael of silver on the table, called out “Settle the bill,” and followed Yun Ya out.

Along their journey, they frequently encountered troops from the Kingdom of Yao, all hurrying westward. War had broken out, and domestic troops were constantly mobilizing to rush to the front lines.

Various major cities and official roads had begun setting up checkpoints to inspect travelers, guarding against enemy spies reconnoitering the rear areas. At this point, it became clear how thorough Yun Ya’s preparations were. He had arranged identities for both of them in advance, including travel permits that were as good as genuine, leaving no concern about verification.

Not long after eating the fish noodles, Yun Ya said he was tired and chose to stay at an inn in a city they were passing through.

His complexion remained poor. Feng Miao Jun guessed that this bout of his heart condition had not yet ended; this man was simply accustomed to enduring pain and distrusting others, so he rarely complained of suffering.

After settling in, she entered the small bottle to continue her work. The pollen wine was almost used up, and the blood tree had recently been growing vigorously, happily blossoming with flowers all over. The task of collecting pollen had suddenly become burdensome. Feng Miao Jun considered whether she should introduce a hive of bees to take on the work of collecting pollen and brewing honey.

With this thought, she casually pushed open the door to the left chamber, intending to get a wooden basin.

The moment she pushed the door open, there was a light “pop” sound, like bursting a soap bubble. Feng Miao Jun was startled: this was the sensation of breaking through a barrier!

This was inside the small bottle, where no one could escape. Why would Yun Ya set up a barrier outside the empty chamber?

She immediately had a bad premonition.

As soon as the door opened, a shadow lunged at her with the wind, holding a cold gleam aimed at her chest!

Without thinking, Feng Miao Jun stepped back, her leg simultaneously hooking the person, causing them to stumble. The person fell on the threshold, letting out a cry of pain.

That voice… it was very familiar.

Feng Miao Jun wanted to cover her face, but she knew it wouldn’t help. The person on the ground tossed their beautiful hair, revealing a delicate, fair face with a red mark on the forehead where it had been bumped—it was none other than Princess Han Yue!

When she looked up and saw who had come, she couldn’t help but widen her beautiful eyes in disbelief: “Feng Miao Jun, you’re still alive!”

Feng Miao Jun could only rub her nose and smile bitterly: “Thanks to good fortune, I’m not dead.”

Princess Han Yue didn’t miss the shocked expression on her friend’s face, so she stared blankly at her, then looked outside the room, and suddenly said: “You didn’t come to rescue me.”

Feng Miao Jun was speechless, silently cursing the instigator to high heaven. That damned soul-lacking scoundrel had imprisoned Princess Han Yue here without giving her any prior notice?

This encounter caught both Feng Miao Jun and Princess Han Yue completely off guard.

Feng Miao Jun could only say softly: “We are inside a magical artifact.”

Princess Han Yue fixed her almond eyes intently on her, face full of wariness: “Tell me you’re also imprisoned here!” Otherwise, this would be a complete betrayal!

Feng Miao Jun understood her implication but could only sigh deeply: “I’m very sorry, but I’m not.”

Princess Han Yue’s expression gradually shifted from shock to anger, and she berated sharply: “You collaborated with outsiders against me! You and I both know how important this wedding was. Have you—have you lost all conscience?”

Feng Miao Jun looked at her calmly: “I always thought you had run away from the marriage willingly, otherwise you wouldn’t have been so surprised just now.” She also wouldn’t have entered with her true appearance.

Princess Han Yue laughed coldly: “I took an oath before the State Preceptor to be Miao Feng Xian’s bride willingly. Do you think I’m like you, faithless and untrustworthy?”

Being accused like this, Feng Miao Jun also grew displeased: “With your previous record, it’s no wonder others don’t trust you.”

Previous record? Princess Han Yue was momentarily speechless, but quickly reacted: “You—how do you know…?”

“If you want others not to know, don’t do it in the first place.” Feng Miao Jun quickly adjusted her mindset. “I truly didn’t know you were brought in here, but since things have come to this, what do you plan to do?”

By now, how could she not understand? Princess Han Yue had been abducted into the small bottle by Yun Ya at the Moon Lake Temple, and he had forged a letter of rejection to Miao Feng Xian in her handwriting, creating the false impression that she had fled the marriage on her own.

Understanding this, Feng Miao Jun felt somewhat guilty. She had indeed thought, like others, that the Princess might have run away from the wedding. Precisely because she had been the Princess’s close friend and knew the bride’s utter disgust for this marriage, she believed she had truly escaped again.

It seemed Mo Tizhun thought the same.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Princess Han Yue’s anger had not subsided. “I was inexplicably captured from the Moon Lake Temple and brought here, transformed from a bride into a prisoner, and no one has given me an explanation! Tell me, who exactly captured me and brought me here!”

Feng Miao Jun hesitated, and only after Princess Han Yue’s urging did she say: “Do you remember, five months ago when we went to play at the Dragon King Temple in the western suburbs of Caixing City, what wish you make?”

Princess Han Yue replied dissatisfied: “I’ve made so many wishes, how would I remember which one was—was…” At this point, her gaze fixated, apparently remembering.

At that time, she had learned she was soon to be married and was very unhappy. She had dragged Feng Miao Jun to play in the suburbs and had made a wish at the Dragon King Temple. She knew the marriage couldn’t be avoided, so her wish then was—

To see Yun Ya once more before getting married.

Princess Han Yue’s face turned pale: “It—it can’t be?” Feng Miao Jun could only look at her and sigh deeply: “Your wish came true.”

Princess Han Yue hurriedly refuted: “That was not Yun Ya!” She had been forcibly put into this realm by a tall man, and she hadn’t gotten a good look at the person’s face from beginning to end, but she was certain that person was not Yun Ya!

“Wasn’t it?” Feng Miao Jun pointed her hand toward the window. “Why don’t you take another careful look?”

Princess Han Yue followed the direction of her finger and was so shocked that her small mouth fell open and could not close again.

Yun Ya had somehow already seated himself opposite the small bottle, smilingly observing everything inside. From the perspective of the two women in the bottle, the scenery outside was magnified many times.

Even magnified, that person’s face still appeared flawlessly exquisite.

This face, Princess Han Yue could not mistake.

“Yun—Yun Ya…” she murmured, unable to utter another complete sentence. The anger with which she had berated Feng Miao Jun instantly deflated completely.

“You stayed by Yun Ya’s side!” Turning toward Feng Miao Jun again, her eyes showed what could only be envy or jealousy. “Yun Ya!” Her wish before marriage had only been to see Yun Ya once more, yet Feng Miao Jun could directly remain at his side!

Such envy, jealousy, and hatred!

Hadn’t she missed the crucial point? Feng Miao Jun could never understand her fangirl mentality, and now said irritably: “Don’t you want to know why he captured you and brought you here?”

After hearing this, Princess Han Yue’s delicate face gradually reddened, just short of covering it with her hands.