Her words were like the most potent poison, causing Xiao Chen physical and mental anguish.

He managed to choke out a sound, "...You think of me that much?"

Nanqianyue countered, "Isn't that so?"

The stabbing pain in his heart made it hard for Xiao Chen to breathe. His hand, gripping Nan Qianyue's shoulder, trembled uncontrollably. His dark pupils filled with sorrow and pleading. "Nan Nan, please, don't do this to me. This isn't fair..."

During the southward migration, she struggled, pleading, "Let me go."

"I won't let go!"

He hugged her tightly, wishing he could meld her into his very bones.

His voice trembled but was resolute, "I will never let go. You can resent me, but please don't abandon me again, I beg you, Nan Nan..."

"Are you crazy? Can't you be a little more sensible! If you want to play politics, then play politics, why are you acting like a love-struck fool! Let go of me!" Nan Qianyue really wanted to bite someone.

"Release Miss Nan!" Twenty guards surrounded Xiao Chen.

Ye Jian, standing in the corner, gripped his longsword tightly, poised to strike.

At the same time, another twenty guards emerged and confronted Veda and his group.

A murderous glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. He slowly released Nan Qianyue, then tightly gripped her wrist and looked at Qin Yi's bodyguards.

"Nan Nan, I want to kill his men." His cold gaze fell on Wei Da, but he spoke to Nan Qian Yue.

Nan Qianyue panicked. With Ye Jian on their side, Wei Da and his group were no match for them.

If the secret guards die, only their masters will investigate; the imperial court and government will not care.

"Then kill me too." Nan Qianyue stared hatefully at his profile.

Xiao Chen felt stabbed again. He turned his head away in pain, "Why did you have to hurt me with those words?"

Nanqianyue said coldly, "Because you've gone mad."

A flood of emotions welled up in Xiao Chen's eyes, making them red. He gritted his teeth, "Even if I'm crazy, I'll still love you; even if I'm crazy, I won't hurt you. But they deserve to die!"

"Ye Jian," he called out.

"Xiao Chen!" Nan Qianyue shouted urgently.

Ye Jian paused halfway through drawing his sword, hoping that Miss Nan could persuade her lord to stop.

The lord has indeed gone a bit mad.

Nan Qianyue grabbed Xiao Chen's forearm with her other hand, "How many people are you going to kill before you stop? This is Dongling Shangjing, have you thought about the consequences of what you're doing?"

Xiao Chen's expression froze, and a hopeful light appeared in his eyes. "So...you're worried about me?"

Southward Migration Month: "..."

Why did I save such a man two years ago? He was incredibly difficult to deal with.

"I'm just stating the facts, I hope you can calm down," Nan Qianyue said emotionlessly, turning her face away.

The hope in Xiao Chen's eyes vanished, replaced by a cold glint. "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Wei Da narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining steady on his feet. "Release Miss Nan."

Xiao Chen's gaze darkened, revealing a murderous aura. "You've brought this upon yourselves."

Nanqianyue angrily retorted, "What's the point of you holding me like this? I'll be returning to the Prime Minister's residence sooner or later. You can't keep holding me like this forever, can you?"

Xiao Chen turned his head to the side, trying to keep his gaze calm. "I'll take you home before nightfall."

"I want to go back now!" Nan Qianyue felt a sting of embarrassment. She had gone to so much trouble to run away from the mansion, and now she was filled with regret.

Xiao Chen didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it. "I still have a lot to say to you. I'll take you back after I'm done."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle breeze blew by, and Xie Yanzhou flew down from the rooftop.

He stood beside Veda, his brows furrowed slightly. "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as you. You're supposed to be the crown prince of a country; you should at least have some manners."

Xie Yanzhou's appearance was nothing short of a lifeline for the Southern Migration Month.

But she held back and didn't say anything, afraid of upsetting Xiao Chen.

"If you're here to die, you can just say so," Xiao Chen said in an icy voice.

Xie Yanzhou chuckled lightly, "If you're so capable, do you dare to challenge me to a one-on-one fight?"

“I am your opponent,” Ye Jian stepped forward.

The situation was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, and Nanqianyue did not want them to actually fight.

Making a big fuss about this won't be good for anyone.

Her gaze fell on Xiao Chen's waist, a cold glint in her eyes. It was just that they both had the habit of carrying daggers at their waists.

She didn't draw the dagger quickly; the tip was pressed against Xiao Chen's chest. "Let go."

Although Xiao Chen was staring at Xie Yanzhou, he was also paying close attention to her actions. He knew what she was going to do from the moment she stared at his waist.

In fact, Nan Qianyue knew that Xiao Chen was always watching her, but he wouldn't stop her, which was why she moved slowly.

But she wasn't joking.

Xiao Chen's eyes were bloodshot. "...Are you really willing to hurt me?"

The tip of the Southern Migration Blade tightened, "If you don't want to get hurt, let go."

Xiao Chen's heart had already been pierced by an invisible knife, so one more wound wouldn't make a difference. He gave a bitter smile, "If it can calm you down, then stab me all you want."

The moon, now in the south, remained utterly silent. The tip of the knife slid down across the back of his hand, the blade pressed tightly against his flesh. With the slightest pressure, blood would be drawn.

"I came to you today only to hear your answer in person: whether you killed Uncle Yan or not. I already know the answer. I'm sorry for taking up your time. Please let go."

Her words grew increasingly distant, filling Xiao Chen with apprehension. He dared not let go, fearing that if he did, she would abandon him completely.

“I… won’t let go.” His eyes were filled with stubbornness.

Nanqianyue frowned, and with a forceful thrust of the dagger, dark red blood slowly oozed out.

Xiao Chen not only didn't loosen his grip, but instead tightened it even more.

This is a strong species, said Yue Xindao, who migrated south.

But it's not like there's no way out.

Nan Qianyue brandished the dagger, as if she were about to stab Xiao Chen's hand.

But in reality, it was aimed at her own forearm.

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