In the outer hall, the imperial physician bowed and reported, "Your Majesty, rest assured, this young lady is out of danger. With careful treatment for half a month, she will fully recover."

A deep, authoritative voice rang out, "Hmm, step down."

"Yes, this old minister takes his leave."

As Nanqianyue leaned against the soft pillows, her weak gaze pierced through the screen door, looking at the imposing figure in the outer hall.

The figure stood there motionless for a long time, as if deep in thought.

After a long time, he came in.

His gaze towards Nan Qianyue was so complex that it left Nan Qianyue completely bewildered.

"Does it still hurt?" the man asked with concern.

Nanqianyue shook his head and remained silent.

The man sat on a soft stool by the bed, his gaze seemingly looking through the southward-migrating moon to see something else.

How is your mother?

Nanqianyue's mind raced. "You mean the wife of the Prime Minister of Dongling?"

The Emperor of Nan Jing frowned slightly. "Yes, it's her, Xu Yingshu."

He disliked the title "Prime Minister".

Nanqianyue realized that the handsome middle-aged man in front of her was an admirer of the Prime Minister's wife.

“She was fine when I last saw her,” Nan Qianyue replied truthfully.

The Emperor of Nanjing smiled slightly, “You and she look very alike, but your personalities… are outwardly opposite.”

"Why in the open?" Nan Qianyue asked curiously.

The Emperor of Nanjing lowered his head slightly, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. "She is always dignified and polite in public, without a single fault to be found. But in reality, there is always a mischievous little girl living in her heart. When she is not restrained by the outside world, she will also roll around on the grass a few times."

"Pfft..." Nan Qianyue was amused; the way the Prime Minister's wife rolled around was just too incongruous.

The Emperor of Nan Jing looked at her with a slight smile, his tone like that of an elder affectionately scolding a junior, "And you, no rules can restrain you. You are mischievous both inside and out, and you even dare to come here. Aren't you afraid of upsetting your mother?"

The moon, as it migrates south, bows its head, like a child who has made a mistake.

The Emperor of Nanjing said gently, "Once you have recovered, I will send someone to escort you back."

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince requests an audience," a palace attendant announced as they entered the hall.

The Emperor of Nan Jing did not rush to summon him, but instead looked at Nan Qianyue probingly and asked, "Do you like the Crown Prince?"

The smile on his face gradually disappeared when the Crown Prince was mentioned.