The moon that migrated south was really fast; it covered at least four miles.

"Qianqian?!"

Xie Yanzhou led several guards on horseback to stop her.

Nanqianyue's eyes lit up, as if she had seen a Bodhisattva who would save her from suffering.

"Quick! Give me a horse!"

Xie Yanzhou did not hesitate for a moment and signaled a guard to clear out the horses.

"What happened, Qianqian?" he asked worriedly.

As he rode south, Yue mounted his horse and waved, saying, "I'll explain later. I'm off now, you're busy!"

She finished speaking quickly, then rode away.

Xie Yanzhou was worried, so he ordered the guards to return to the Commandant of the Guards first, while he rode off to catch up.

Instead of going to find Qin Yi, Nan Qianyue went to the Minyuan where Yan Bo had been arrested.

She summoned Li Bing, looking at him with a cold expression, "Please inform your master to come here when you're done with your work."

Li Bing felt a lump in his throat. Oh no, the Southern Maiden was angry with her lord.

"Yes." He left hesitantly.

After the courtyard was abandoned, no one cleaned it, and the stone tables and benches in the courtyard were covered with dust.

The southward-moving moon seemed a little disgusted, so it turned its gaze to the swing that was swaying gently in the breeze.

She walked over, took out a handkerchief to wipe away the dust, and then sat on the swing.

She lightly pushed off the ground with her feet, and the swing swayed with her. In the silence, one could almost hear the sound of her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, Nanqianyue felt a wave of dizziness, and familiar yet unfamiliar images surfaced intermittently from the depths of her mind...

Outside a secluded wooden cabin in the mountains, a swing gently swayed. A woman sat leisurely on the swing and saw a man come out of the cabin. She then said something to him.

The man walked up behind her with a cold face and reluctantly pushed her back.

The scene shifts, and the woman is sitting on a swing with a bowl in her hand. She was all smiles just a moment ago, but after taking a sip of what was in the bowl, her face contorts instantly, and she clutches her chest and gags.

The man leaning against the stove had a dark complexion. He silently picked up the bowl on the stove, took a small sip, frowned, and then spat it out.

Nanqianyue pressed her forehead, her head throbbing with excruciating pain. Countless images flashed through her mind, but she couldn't see them clearly at the end. All she could feel was the increasing pain in her head.

"Move!"

Xie Yanzhou rushed over, squatted down in front of Nan Qianyue, and held her arm, asking, "What's wrong, Qianqian? Does your head hurt?"

Nanqianyue shook his head, took a deep breath, and slowly recovered.

She saw it; the woman was her, and the man was... Xiao Chen.

That must be a memory from two years ago.

Unfortunately, these were just fragmented images.

"Qianqian?" Xie Yanzhou called softly, not daring to raise his voice.

As she returned to her senses after the southward migration, a mist seemed to veil her eyes. Looking at the handsome man before her, she asked, "Are you Zhang Zhouzhou?"

Xie Yanzhou was taken aback, and said blankly, "Um, I am Zhang Zhouzhou."

Nan Qianyue blinked, the mist in her eyes gradually dissipating. "Why did you follow me?"

Xie Yanzhou breathed a sigh of relief. "I sensed something was wrong with you, so I followed you."

"I'm fine." Nan Qianyue gave a wistful smile. "You should go back. I want to be by myself for a while."

Xie Yanzhou's pupils flickered slightly. "You are waiting for the Crown Prince of Nan Jing."

Nanqianyue opened her eyes slightly, not too surprised. "You heard that?"

Xie Yanzhou nodded. "Mm."

"You can go back now, I'm really fine," Nan Qianyue said again, urging him to leave.

A hint of melancholy flashed across Xie Yanzhou's eyes. "...Okay."

He slowly got up and left with slow steps.

The courtyard returned to quiet, and Nanqianyue continued to pedal the swing, trying to awaken her dormant memories.

But it failed; the memory was too deep to be awakened.

call out--

A gust of wind swept by, and a figure suddenly appeared beside the stone table.

It's Ye Jian.

His face was no longer hard; instead, he looked at Nan Qianyue with a guilty expression.

“Miss Nan, it was all my idea, it has nothing to do with the lord. If you want to blame someone, blame me.”

Nanqianyue opened her eyes, her pupils like black amber submerged in a cold lake. "Without his orders, how could you kill Yan Bo? Your hearts are all cold."

Ye Jian's shame deepened. "But it was my idea to use you, because I couldn't get into the Court of Justice's prison. All the blame lies with me. I'm the one who has wronged Uncle Yan."

Nanqianyue closed her eyes briefly, already having the answer in her heart, but she still wanted to ask clearly, to hear him say it himself, to say... that it wasn't his idea.

That's just self-deception.

"Where is your lord? He didn't want to come, so he sent you?" Nanqianyue asked sarcastically.

Ye Jian shook his head, "I came without telling my lord. My lord should be arriving soon."

Nanqianyue turned her face away and said, "You can leave."

She was truly blind before, actually thinking that Ye Jian had an interesting soul hidden beneath his cold and hard exterior. Now it seems that his heart and soul are just as cold and hard as his appearance.

Ye Jian didn't leave. He approached Nan Qianyue, turned his long sword around, and handed the hilt to Nan Qianyue.

He said, "I took advantage of you. You can stab me a few times to vent your anger, or avenge Uncle Yan."

Nanqianyue glanced coldly at the sword hilt, "Even if I cut you a hundred times, Yan Bo wouldn't survive. Hurry up and leave, don't get in my way."

"Nan Nan!"

A figure in dark purple rushed in from outside the courtyard.

Ye Jian silently sheathed his sword and retreated to a corner.

Nanqianyue's cold gaze fell on Xiao Chen's face. She slowly stood up, staring into his eyes, "Killing Uncle Yan, that was your idea, wasn't it?"

Xiao Chen's gaze flickered slightly, a sense of panic rising in his heart. He walked step by step toward Nan Qianyue.

Just a step away, he reached out and grasped Nan Qianyue's shoulder, his voice choked with emotion, "If I said yes... what would you do?"

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