Over there, Nan Qianyue pulled her younger sister along and strode forward, her face radiating an aura of "keep away, strangers."

Nan Kezhi, puzzled, asked cautiously, "Big sister, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Nan Qianyue replied quickly.

Nan Kezhi thought to herself, "Then something must have happened."

"The Poet Immortal?" A surprised voice came from the side.

Nanqianyue puffed out two breaths of stale air, and when she turned around, her expression was calm, with a faint smile.

“Young Master Lu.” She nodded slightly.

Lu Huaizhu walked over with a smile as gentle as a spring breeze. He had served in the military and was skilled in martial arts. He had a straight posture and a handsome face.

He performed a gentlemanly bow and asked with a smile, "Poet Immortal, you seem to be traveling in such a hurry, is there anything you need help with?"

Nanqianyue paused for a moment, then forced a smile, "We're lost."

Lu Huaizhu smiled warmly, "If the Poet Immortal doesn't mind, let me lead the way for you."

He did not refuse when he was asked to move south, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Young Master Lu."

"It's no trouble at all, it's my honor," Lu Huaizhu said with a warm, cheerful laugh.

"Wait a minute." Lu Huaizhu suddenly looked at the top of Nan Qianyue's head, raised her hand and stopped in mid-air, "The camellia on your head is crooked."

Nanqianyue awkwardly touched her hair, but after touching it for a long time, she couldn't find the flower.

Lu Huaizhu pursed her lips slightly, then boldly reached out and straightened the pink camellia. "All done."

He quickly withdrew his hand, placed it behind his back, and pinched his fingertips together, his ear tips turning uncontrollably pink.

Suddenly, an overwhelming chill swept over us.

Nan Qianyue couldn't help but rub her arms, and she and Lu Huaizhu turned their heads in the same direction at the same time.

It turned out that Qin Yi had appeared here at some unknown time.

His expression was cold and he was suppressing his anger, exuding an imposing aura.

Nanqianyue quickly looked away and smiled at Lu Huaizhu, "Lead the way, Young Master Lu."

Lu Huaizhu hesitated and looked at Qin Yi, about to speak, when Nan Qianyue interrupted him.

“Prince Anzheng is very clever; he won’t get lost. Let’s go first.” Her smile was too bright.

Lu Huaizhu cupped her hands in greeting to Qin Yi, then turned her gaze to Nan Qianyue and gestured, "Poet Immortal, this way please."

Nanqianyue turned and walked ahead, with Lu Huaizhu following beside her.

The lagging Nan Kezhi was terrified of Qin Yi, but she still mustered up her courage and whispered to him, "Eldest sister doesn't like Young Master Lu."

After saying that, she jogged after him.