The Prime Minister nodded in satisfaction and was about to continue praising her when the Prime Minister's wife said with a smile, "Alright, you're so humble in front of others, but you're practically wagging your tail behind their backs."

Nan Xiang coughed lightly, leaned closer to her and whispered, "Madam, please give me some face."

All three children heard this and couldn't help but chuckle.

The Prime Minister's wife raised an eyebrow slightly, gave the Southern Prime Minister a smirk, then turned her gaze to Nan Qianyue and asked solemnly, "Qianyue, how was your polo game?"

After thinking for a moment, Nanqian Yue answered truthfully, "I shouldn't fall off my horse."

"Huh?" Nan Yichu exclaimed in surprise, "I thought my eldest sister was omnipotent."

Nanqian Yue just smiled and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The Prime Minister's wife breathed a sigh of relief. She had been thinking of reminding Qian Yue to keep a low profile and not to be too high-profile, lest she attract trouble.

Since her performance was mediocre, there was no need for her to say anything more.

After returning to the Prime Minister's residence, Nan Qianyue was summoned to the Prime Minister's study.

"Father, what brings you to me?"

"Qian Yue is here, come here!" Nan Xiang hurriedly waved, looking furtive.

Nan Qianyue, puzzled, walked over and, mimicking Nan Xiang's low voice, asked, "What's wrong, Father?"

Is there some earth-shattering secret he has to tell her?

Nan Xiang glanced outside the door, then pulled out a piece of paper from under a few books. Several lines of words were neatly written on it.

"Quickly, help your father take a look at this poem, what do you think?"

Nanqianyue: "..." What a shocking secret.

"Is what I wrote about serving the country and being loyal to the country really that bad?" Nan Xiang began to doubt himself.

During the southward migration month, she said, "...Father, let your daughter take her time."

Inside the study of Prince Anzheng's residence.

Qin Yi held the lotus-red book tightly, his brows furrowed.

She barely glanced at him today. Was she being too aloof?

It should be.

It seems we'll have to change our strategy tomorrow.

After summarizing, Qin Yi opened "The Art of Winning Back a Wife" again.