She had completely forgotten about the secret guards.

Vida, that big mouth.

But that's not enough to make me angry.

Qin Yi choked up and said, "Answer me."

Nan Qianyue's shoulders slumped, and she said wearily, "I told you I wouldn't leave you on my own, so please stop being unreasonable."

"Am I being unreasonable?" Qin Yi's eyes grew even redder.

"I misspoke, I misspoke." Nan Qianyue clasped her hands together and bowed to him. "Don't be angry. It was just a baseless accusation. You're overthinking it."

"I'm overthinking it?" Qin Yi's voice choked with emotion.

Southward Migration Month: "..."

A man can shed tears three-tenths of an inch, enough to break your heart.

What else can we do but coax them?

"You didn't think too much about it. It was my carelessness that caused me to overlook you. I was wrong, okay?" Nan Qianyue knelt on the bed and hugged his neck to coax him.

"I swear, if I ever leave you, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death. Do you believe me?"

Nanqianyue kissed his face all over, until her lips were tired from pouting.

"Seeing how sincere you are, I'll reluctantly forgive you." The man, having gotten the better deal, still felt a bit arrogant.

"Go to sleep." His expression finally softened, and he pressed Nan Qianyue back onto the bed.

The southward migration left him weary. He nodded and closed his eyes.

The herbal decoction has a very good hypnotic effect; once the mind is relaxed, one falls asleep within a few breaths.

In a narrow alley on East Street, a dark figure slipped in.

The man waiting inside asked in a low voice, "Why are you so late?"

The figure in the shadows lowered their hat, revealing the face of a slender woman.

She said, "There are too many guards. I only dare to come out after they leave."

Hearing this, the man stopped blaming her and handed her a note, saying, "The master's instructions are all written here."

The woman took the note but didn't read it immediately. "Next time we communicate, let's follow the old rules and not meet again."

The man's face, hidden in the darkness, made his expression unreadable. "If you fail to complete the mission, then we really don't need to meet again."

The woman's heart skipped a beat, and she tightened her grip on the note. "I understand. Tell my lord that I will be loyal to him to the death."

The man's voice softened slightly, "I will pass on your message."