The man's actions didn't seem fake at all. Recalling his complicated expression, it truly seemed like he had been betrayed and deceived by love.

And she might be that unfaithful man.

Of course, all of this was just a theory deduced from the man's behavior. She, Nan Qianyue, knew very well that she did not know him at all, let alone betray or deceive him.

The only possibility is that the man's former lover looked exactly like her and even had the same name. That woman was the daughter of the Southern Chancellor of Dongling!

Nanqianyue smiled with satisfaction at her own wisdom, but then quickly turned her lips down.

So she really does look like someone else...

No, how could someone with a smile that could topple cities and even kingdoms have someone else look like her?

Nanqianyue, who became famous for her beauty, has become withdrawn.

At this moment, the gate was opened from the outside, and Qin Yi walked in, his expression unusually calm.

Nan Qianyue, who was leaning against the screen, immediately tensed up. She stared at the man approaching her, her heart pounding.

"Don't move, just stand there!" Nanqianyue shouted.

Qin Yi's eyes darkened slightly, but he kept walking, determined to get closer to her.

As she was rushing south, she caught a glimpse of a long sword lying on the knife rack, very close to her.

She gritted her teeth, gripped the hilt, and with all her might pulled out the 1.6-meter-long sword. She laboriously raised the sword, pointing it at Qin Yi, and shouted, "Back off! Or else—"

Before the threatening words could be uttered, the tip of the long sword in his hand, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, fell to the ground at a ninety-degree angle.

Nan Qianyue gripped the sword hilt with both hands, gritting her teeth and straining. Her fair face turned pink, and finally, the longsword began to tremble.

"No, otherwise I will—"

Zheng—

The longsword fell to the ground again. His chest heaved from months of migration south, but he was unwilling to embarrass himself. He gritted his teeth and was determined to raise the broken sword again.

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow, took two long strides to Nan Qianyue's side, his long arm passed behind her, and his large, calloused hand placed on hers, easily lifting the longsword.