"Who's being honest with you? I've never seen you before..." Nan Qianyue almost bit her tongue off. What nonsense was she talking about?

Qin Yi smiled meaningfully, and he leaned closer to her and said gently, "You've seen it, touched it, kissed it... but you've forgotten that if you want to see it, I'm here... ready anytime."

"Who wants to see you? Get out of my way!" Nan Qianyue said, her face flushed red.

...

Lanyue Tower on East Street.

Inside the private room, the First Prince of Xiqiu sat on a sandalwood chair with a sinister expression. He looked out the window and suddenly thought of a graceful figure, which made him smile lewdly.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and a servant opened it. A woman wearing a bamboo hat, completely obscuring her face, walked in.

"You've arrived?" The First Prince of Xiqiu openly scrutinized the newcomer with undisguised gaze.

The woman froze upon hearing his voice, biting her lower lip tightly as she sat down opposite the Crown Prince of Xiqiu.

"There's no one else here, take off your straw hat." He spoke almost in a commanding tone.

The woman's fingers were clenched tightly, and she was extremely frightened. She slowly took off her straw hat, revealing her true face—Song Suihuan.

The eldest prince of Xiqiu stared lewdly at Song Suihuan's face. Two years ago, when he saw her, he thought she was quite pretty. But now that he had seen such a stunning beauty as the poet, he found everything else tasteless.

"Didn't you want to move south to Yue? I can help you." A ruthless glint flashed in Song Suihuan's eyes.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "But on the condition that you cannot reveal what happened in the north two years ago. Of course, you can continue to make up the story, but that woman was from the south."

The eldest prince of Xiqiu smirked, his lewd gaze landing on Song Suihuan's chest. "Continue."

His rude manner made Song Suihuan feel that her dignity was being trampled on, but she had to endure it.

“People may not believe it, but rumors are powerful. As long as this matter is spread throughout the streets and alleys, I will cooperate with you to create an opportunity for her to belong to you completely. At that time, she will be unable to defend herself and will have no choice but to follow you.”

The eldest prince of Xiqiu actually reacted upon hearing this, because the captivating beauty was still lingering in his mind, and certain scenes made him feel hot all over just by thinking about them.

So much so that his gaze towards Song Suihuan became intense.

If only the poet Li Bai were sitting opposite me right now, with his stunningly beautiful face and fair, delicate neck, he would be absolutely gorgeous when he tilted his head back.

Song Suihuan was all too familiar with that look in his eyes; his beastly appearance often appeared in her nightmares.

"Why are you trembling?" The First Prince of Xiqiu's voice was hoarse, his gaze piercing.

Song Suihuan pinched herself hard. "I...I've said everything I need to say. If you want to get the Southern Migration Moon, then stop bothering me."

"Come here." The First Prince of Xiqiu would not treat himself unfairly.

Song Suihuan's heart pounded, and she couldn't hide her fear at all. "What...what do you want to do?"

“Heh,” the First Prince of Xiqiu chuckled coldly, “If I were to take the Poet Immortal under my wing, wouldn’t that be helping you? You should at least give me something in return.”

Song Suihuan retorted angrily, "We're just getting what we need, why should I repay you!"

"You can refuse, but what happened two years ago will happen tomorrow..."

"No!" Song Suihuan gave in, willing to risk everything for the rest of her life.

She rose and walked step by step to the side of the First Prince of Xiqiu, standing beside him and saying humbly, "Please, spare me."

The eldest prince of Xiqiu smirked, pulled her into his arms, and stroked her face. "Fine, please me, and I'll let you go."

Song Suihuan's tears fell, "Please..."

*

At the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence, a large ebony carriage slowly came to a stop.

The curtain was forcefully pulled open, and Nan Qianyue fled from the carriage as if escaping, rushing into the mansion amidst the bewildered gazes of the gatekeepers.

He also warned, "Don't let any unauthorized people in!"

She ran all the way into Qingyun Courtyard, leaving the maids and servants completely bewildered.

“Young lady, why did you come back by yourself? Didn’t Green Robe and Ayu come with you? This is outrageous,” Granny Wang scolded.

Nanqianyue rushed into the house, not wanting to waste any words, "I need to take a bath and rest, go and prepare it quickly."

"Alright, alright, this old servant will go right away." Granny Wang moved in a hurry, probably because the eldest young lady was tired from playing polo.

When the Prime Minister returned to his residence, it was already dark. He first checked on Nan Yichu's leg, then went to explain a lot to the Prime Minister's wife, and then prepared to go see Nan Qianyue.

But the Prime Minister's wife stopped him, saying, "Ask again tomorrow. You must be tired after playing polo all day."

Nan Xiang immediately realized, "What you say is true, Madam. I was not thinking things through."

“Alas,” the Prime Minister’s wife said with a worried look in her eyes, “Qian Yue is such a good girl, she can do everything. You should have told her not to be too outstanding, lest she attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.”

Upon hearing his wife's words, Nan Xiang began to blame himself. "I was confused. I was so happy that I forgot about this. Don't worry, Madam. Qian Yue is now a spiritual leader in the hearts of the literati of Dongling. No one with a sound mind would harm her."

"I hope so..."

The next day.

At 3:45 AM, Nanqianyue was pulled out of bed without warning by Granny Qiao.

"Young lady, it's time for you to learn needlework today."

Nanqianyue painfully peeked through a crack at Granny Qiao and said in a mournful tone, "Tang Zeng, why are you here again?"

Granny Qiao didn't care what she meant; she simply picked her up and helped her wash, change, and comb her hair...

After going through the whole process, Nanqianyue finally came to her senses.

She looked at the embroidery cloth, needles, and various colored threads laid out in front of her... and then she was back to areas where she had no knowledge.

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