How could she do such a despicable thing?

"I...I don't believe you, let me go." Her voice had lost its strength.

Qin Yi smiled slightly, loosened his grip a bit, and his voice became extremely gentle, "Don't cry, I won't force you. I'll let you digest this slowly. I brought you out today to prevent the Empress's people from summoning you to the palace."

"I'll take you home before dinner."

Nan Qianyue lowered her head, unable to shake off the shame and indignation in her heart. She hummed in response and then got up to leave his embrace.

But Qin Yi still didn't let go.

Nanqianyue looked up angrily, "Didn't you say you wouldn't force me? Then why won't you let go of me?"

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow. "I'm saying all this so you can comfort me and put your mind at ease. Yue'er, don't try to back out."

The girl's teeth were chattering from the heat of the moment, and even after they'd talked for so long, she still had the nerve to ask her to coax her.

"I won't coax you. At worst, I'll let you bite me!" she said, closing her eyes as if she were going to her death.

Qin Yi's eyes were dark and murky, and a sullen smile played on his lips. "Okay, it will hurt."

Having said that, he pulled open her blouse, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone. His dark pupils instantly ignited with a sinister fire, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he slowly leaned down, biting down...

Zhuo Yuanzhi, who was eavesdropping outside, blushed furiously; the sounds inside were enough to make one's mind wander.

Your Highness is too impatient. You should at least wait until you've married her before...

Well, the prince's methods of coaxing his wife are worth learning, but his impatient behavior is not advisable!

...

Qin Yi did indeed send Nan Qianyue back to the Prime Minister's residence before dinner, and she rode in the Fifth Princess's carriage.

In the eyes of the servants and guards of the Prime Minister's residence, the eldest young lady spent the entire afternoon with the Fifth Princess.

However, the young lady's expression didn't seem good; she looked very angry, her face turning red with rage.

He probably didn't get along very well with the Fifth Princess.

When the Fifth Princess and the Fourth Prince returned to Xiankelou after shopping, the Imperial Uncle had already disappeared without a trace, and even her carriage was gone.

"Uncle, you've gone too far! Didn't we agree to meet at Xiankelou around this time? Where is he?" The Fifth Princess stomped her foot in anger.

The fourth prince sighed softly and patted his sister's shoulder reassuringly, "Your Highness is very busy, he probably didn't leave us behind on purpose."

The Fifth Princess huffed, "Hmph, what 'busy with important matters'? She's clearly been bewitched by the moon that's moving south!"

"Little sister, be careful what you say!" The Fourth Prince wanted to cover the Fifth Princess's mouth, but he looked around before whispering, "Little sister, never speak ill of Miss Nan again. She may very well be our future aunt."

"What imperial aunt? She can only write a few poems. How can such a frail woman be worthy of the imperial uncle! Didn't my brother say before that she was not good enough for the imperial uncle? Now she's been fooled by her few poems. You traitor!"

The fourth prince feigned sternness, "How dare you speak to your elder brother like that?"

"Our literary circles in Dongling have been weakened and have always been ridiculed by Nan Jing. Now, a talented woman has emerged whose pen can startle the wind and rain and whose poems can make ghosts and gods weep. It is truly a great fortune for Dongling. I think she and the Imperial Uncle are a perfect match. One is a scholar and the other is a warrior. How wonderful!"

"What's so wonderful about it!"

The Fifth Princess raised her voice to correct, "The Imperial Uncle is a great hero who has fought on the battlefield. The woman who is worthy of him must not be weak and frail."

"That Yue who migrated south looks like she'd be blown over by the wind; she probably can't even ride a horse. How can someone so frail walk alongside the Imperial Uncle!"

The fourth prince stroked his chin thoughtfully. The poet was frail? He could be blown away by the wind? How come he didn't see that?

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The following day, the southward migration began very early.

I was angry because I hadn't slept much all night.

I have to go to Mingyitang for training today, so I have to hold it in no matter how angry I am.

Inside the carriage, Nanqianyue's mood finally improved a little as she looked at her younger siblings.

Nan Yichu touched the topknot on her head, her eyes full of anticipation, "Finally, I can go to Mingyi Hall! I heard that all the students of Mingyi Hall came today!"

He looked at Nan Qianyue mysteriously, "Big sister, guess why?"

As the moon rose in the south, she raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

Nan Yichu's eyes lit up, "Because of you, big sister! When all those students heard that you were going to teach at Mingyi Hall today, whether it was a required course or an elective, regardless of whether they had their own class today, they all rushed over!"

He straightened his back proudly. "If I'm not mistaken, they're at the door right now, ready to greet you! Just thinking about it makes me nervous. Being the center of attention for so many people, tsk tsk, it's kind of strange."

Nan Qianyue smiled slightly, "Fan meeting."

"What is a fan meeting?" Nan Kezhi, who was also dressed as a pageboy, couldn't help but ask curiously.

But if you look closely into her eyes, you'll find a hint of unease.

A mysterious smile flickered in the corner of Nanqian's eyes. "Those scholars are just fans."

Nan Yichu stroked his chin, carefully pondering the two characters. "Fans, fans, what kind of 'fans' are they made of? Are scholars fans?"

Nan Qianyue raised an eyebrow slightly, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught Nan Kezhi's unusual behavior.

Nan Kezhi remained silent the whole way, only managing to ask a question out of curiosity just now, but she lowered her head immediately after asking.

Nanqian Yue paused for a moment, then roughly guessed what had happened to her.

"younger sister."

Nan Qianyue pressed down on Nan Kezhi's hand, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "I've noticed you've been looking rather downcast these past few days. Are you blaming yourself for what your personal maid did?"

Nan Kezhi's fingers stiffened, and she slowly raised her slightly reddened eyes. "Elder sister... I... I failed to discipline Dong'er properly."

That day at the cliff edge, the older sister was being stabbed in the shoulder by an assassin, yet she still gritted her teeth and held onto her.

Before this, Dong'er often spoke ill of her eldest sister, and sometimes she even felt a sense of agreement when she listened.

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