"Then I'll escort you back to your residence."

"Won't."

"Ah, where do you want to go back to?" The Tenth Prince was also helpless. She wouldn't go to Tongzhou, nor would she return to the mansion. What was wrong with this girl?

Nan Yi was suddenly struck by her surroundings. Where could she go back to? She wanted to go home, but home was separated from this place by three hundred years of time and space.

And here, it seems there's not a single place that truly belongs to her.

The mansion belongs to the Fourth Master, the villa belongs to the Fourth Master, and Tongzhou belongs to the Tong family. Where should she go back to?

"Tenth Brother, I want to go home." Nan Yi's face suddenly showed a hint of vulnerability. In the vast Qing Dynasty, there was nowhere for her to go.

How tragic.

"Oh, alright, I'll take you back to your residence." The Tenth Prince looked at Nan Yi, whose expression was particularly sorrowful, and a sudden wave of bitterness welled up in his heart.

“I want to go home. I don’t want to go back to the manor. The manor is not mine. Nian Shi is living in my Wanyue Pavilion. There is no one in Lan Courtyard. There is no hot food to eat and no hot water to drink. I don’t want to be locked up in there alone. I don’t want to be watched. I don’t want to eat steamed buns and drink water every day. The bed is hard and the quilt is moldy.”

Nan Yi complained softly, muttering strange and nonsensical words, "Grandma Qiu is not mine, Xiao Shunzi is not mine, the house is not mine. He keeps kicking me here and there. I don't want to be kicked out. I want to live in my own house, Tenth Brother."

The Tenth Prince was stunned, utterly shocked, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

The Eighth Prince, Ninth Prince, Thirteenth Prince, and Fourteenth Prince all looked shocked. The Ninth Prince was furious. "Damn it! I'm going to confront Fourth Brother. What right does he have to treat you like this?"

He took the horse and wanted to return to the capital.