Seeing this, the woman in green kindly explained, "Miss Nan, the Prince dislikes it—"

"You should go." Qin Yi turned his head slightly and interrupted him coldly.

The man in green wanted to slap himself; how could he be so stupid? "Yes! This subordinate will leave immediately!"

Nanqianyue was a little confused. "You don't like lanterns?"

When Qin Yi faced her, he immediately adopted a gentle demeanor, "I like it, I like it even more because it was a gift from you."

"It wasn't me who sent it; it was the lantern-selling uncle who gave it to you as a blessing," Nan Qianyue explained earnestly. "If you don't believe me, ask the man in red. Hey? Where is he?"

Wasn't it just here a moment ago? The moon, migrating south, looks back.

Qin Yi coughed lightly, drawing her attention back to him, "In my eyes, this also contains your feelings."

Nanqianyue didn't refute, but excitedly pointed at the lantern, "Look at this big wolfhound, isn't it imposing? Isn't it majestic?"

Qin Yi didn't look at the lantern, but stared at her smiling eyes and nodded gently, "Powerful, majestic."

“You didn’t even look.” Nan Qianyue held up the lantern and placed it in front of him.

Qin Yi instinctively wanted to step back, but he forcibly restrained himself. "Domineering, majestic."

Nanqianyue finally put down the lantern with satisfaction. She handed it back to him and offered her blessings, "May you suffer less injury and more happiness, and may you always be able to turn danger into safety."

Her bright smile was as radiant as the warm spring sun, and Qin Yi's dark pupils gradually lit up with starlight, his heartbeat seeming to slow down.

He took the lantern and said softly, "Shall we go to the back mountain to release sky lanterns?"

Yue, who was already thinking of migrating south, exclaimed, "Alright, let's go!"

...The back mountain is not a towering, steep mountain.

The hillside is gentle, and the top of the hill is a large lawn.

Here, local people prepare sky lanterns. Nanqianyue and Qin Yi came here, bought two sky lanterns, and wrote their wishes on them.

"Move further away, or you'll see everything I've written." Nan Qianyue nudged Qin Yi.

Qin Yi moved aside slightly with a joyful smile.

Nanqianyue held the pen, thought for a moment, smiled, and had an idea!

"I've finished writing! What about you?" She held the note closer to Qin Yi, trying to peek at it.

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow and took the document to show her. "Look."

Nanqianyue pretended to be polite, but her eyes couldn't help but fall on the note.

"What?" she exclaimed. "How come you wrote the same thing as me?"

A look of surprise flashed in Qin Yi's eyes. "Really?"

Nanqianyue blankly showed her two slips of paper, both containing the following:

May all your wishes come true.

The southward migration caused Yue Xin to feel both alarmed and suspicious, while Qin Yi Xin was both delighted and moved.

During the southward migration month, "Are you sure you didn't peek?"

Qin Yi: "...I wrote it first."

Looking up at the sky, Nanqianyue said, "What a coincidence, you're just as reserved as I am."

Qin Yi's upturned lips couldn't be suppressed. He looked into Nan Qianyue's clear, bright eyes and said softly:

"Perhaps, this is fate."

Nanqianyue ignored him and waved her hand casually, "Quickly put the note into the sky lantern."

Qin Yi's expression was gentle. "Okay."

Nanqianyue and Qin Yi stood in the crowd, holding lit sky lanterns, while everyone else looked devout.

Each person's wish was either silently expressed in their heart or murmured aloud.

In an instant, countless sky lanterns rose slowly, swaying and drifting into the night sky, like a swarm of fireflies, intertwining with starlight.

Like the common people, the Southern Migrants clasped their hands together, watching their wishes soar into the vast sky.

Qin Yi was also looking at what he truly desired—

she.

...The beautiful night has come to an end.

In order to quickly improve his martial arts skills, Nanqianyue grabbed the woman in red and begged her to teach him some kung fu.

Qin Yi always came home too late, and she was too embarrassed to ask him to teach her.

In the courtyard outside the pharmacy, the woman in red wielded a sword and performed a very beautiful and dashing swordsmanship.

With a single, effortless sword strike, he cleaved the half-person-high stone pillar in two.

Nanqianyue looked like a complete fangirl, clenching her little fists and placing them on her chest, her eyes sparkling like stars:

Wow, wow! Wow!! You look so cool in red!

Bai Shu, who was fiddling with the medicinal herbs, shook his head regretfully. He had carefully selected and painstakingly found that stone stool to grind the herbs, and now it was all wasted.

The woman in red put down her sword and stood firmly. "Miss Nan, have you understood?"

Nanqianyue's face froze. Did people in ancient times learn martial arts so quickly? They could learn it just by watching?

"I can understand it from watching, but I can't actually do it," Nanqianyue replied tactfully.

The woman in red expressed her confusion, "But I've demonstrated it five times already. Why don't you try it first, Miss Nan?"

Nanqian Yue stepped forward hesitantly, "...Alright then."

She took the sword from the woman in red and racked her brains to recall the moves she had just made.

Suddenly, her eyes sharpened, and she became a drama queen, pretending to be a martial arts master.

The longsword was swung out, the wind howled, and the momentum broke through—this was the imagination of the Southern Migration Moon.

In reality, the woman in red held her forehead, unable to bear the sight, while Bai Shu pursed her lips, trying not to laugh.

Finally, Nanqianyue swung her sword at the camphor tree planted by Baishu.

Bai Shu's eyes widened in terror as she reached out to stop it, "Don't cut it—"

The sword blade struck the tree trunk, cutting a gash in the bark, and the treetops trembled.

The arrow, which had been migrating south, was pushed back several steps by the rebound force and fell to the ground.

Bai Shu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, A Yue was not strong enough, and the camphor tree escaped with its life.

Nanqianyue looked at Hongyi with disappointment, "How did my training go?"

The woman in red looked like a strict teacher. "Of the twenty-one moves, you got fifteen wrong."

Nanqianyue's initial dejection vanished, her eyes brightening. "Really! I thought I got them all wrong, but I got six right!"

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