The Prime Minister's wife, her eyes red, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. "They are clearly father and son, but their personalities are so different."

The Prime Minister was slightly taken aback, then realized who the Prime Minister's wife was referring to. "Don't worry, Madam. At least Qian Yue's life won't be in danger. Xie Yanzhou is quite capable; he'll definitely be able to save Qian Yue."

"But Your Highness... the situation in Longmen City is urgent. Marquis Xie has not yet been rescued, and Your Highness is overwhelmed. If you knew that Qianyue had been kidnapped by the Crown Prince of Nan Jing..."

I'm afraid this will disrupt the prince's plans and demoralize the army.

The Prime Minister's wife was well aware of the advantages and disadvantages involved. She solemnly looked at the Prime Minister and said, "I will write a letter to Xiao Beiming. You can send someone to deliver it. If he knows that Qian Yue has gone to Nanjing, he will definitely protect her."

Nan Xiang frowned slightly, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Him? He failed to protect Qian Yue two years ago, so how can you count on him?"

The Prime Minister's wife frowned in anger, "What time is it? You still have the mind to argue with him? He is the Emperor of Nan Jing. With him protecting Qian Yue, she will have more security, and we will have a better chance to rescue her."

Nan Xiang composed himself slightly. "I was just saying, Madam, please write it down."

The Prime Minister's wife quickly walked behind the desk. "I'll write a few more letters. You can send them to people from different directions."

The Prime Minister frowned. "Is Madam afraid that the Crown Prince of Nan Jing's men will intercept the letter?"

The Prime Minister's wife lowered her head and began to write, "We must be on guard."

...

Several days later, at the Prince's residence in Nanjing.

Inside the elegant room, two maids covered the woman on the bed with a quilt, then lifted the corner of the quilt under her feet to check her legs.

Steady footsteps approached, accompanied by a deep voice, "How is she?"

The maid immediately bowed and said, "This servant greets Your Highness. Your Highness, the Princess Consort only has some bruises on her body, which have already been treated with medicine. The bruises on her legs have not yet been treated."

Xiao Chen's gaze turned cold, his voice filled with murderous intent, "What did you call her?"

The maid trembled and hurriedly kowtowed to the ground, "This servant deserves to die! It was...it was Miss Nan! Your Highness, please forgive me!"

Xiao Chen lowered his eyes. "Get out."

"Yes, yes!" The two maids scrambled out.

Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the bed with a complex and lingering look.