Li Yi put the purse into his bosom, stepped forward to pick up the box, kowtowed three times to Nan Yi, and solemnly said, "Li will certainly live up to Your Majesty's high expectations."

Nan Yi smiled with relief when Li Yi agreed. She had met Li Yi more often, and compared to Li Er, he was honest, steady, calm and composed in the face of adversity, making him more trustworthy.

Of course, Yiren and Xiaoshunzi are a family with a lot of wealth, and you can only know their faces but not their hearts. In order to give them an extra layer of insurance, she said with a smile, "When you get there, don't panic if something happens. You know Zheng Yong. I have entrusted him to you. He will take care of you in the future. He is the person I trust the most. Whenever you ask, he will definitely help you."

Zheng Yong was a secret agent of the imperial palace, highly valued by Emperor Kangxi, and now he was working for the Fourth Prince. His status was far beyond that of ordinary people.

She deliberately mentioned Zheng Yong to remind Li Yi, who was a bodyguard, that Yi Ren and Xiao Shunzi were not without support.

Li Yi didn't think of going anywhere else; he only felt that Consort Zhen trusted him and had entrusted him with such an important matter.

If the Emperor really finds them, he can just bring up Consort Zhen, and I believe the Emperor will not forget their past relationship.

Li Yi was thrilled to leave the secret guards and return to being an ordinary citizen. He immediately went back to prepare.

Yiren brought in the meal. Nan Yi looked at Yiren, her eyes welling up with tears. She was about to leave; her best girl.

Xuanren was completely unaware that her master had already arranged their escape route.

"My lady, the chicken porridge that Granny Zhao made smells so good. I asked Granny Zhao to skim off the oil so it won't be greasy."

Nan Yi suppressed her reluctance and casually sighed, "You're always so thoughtful. I definitely won't be used to not having you in the future."

Yiren, taking her mistress's joke to heart, retorted, "My mistress, I'm going to stay with you for life, I'll never leave you."

Nan Yi's smile faltered slightly, her eyes flashed, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "That won't do. I still hope you can find someone to marry and have a few big, healthy sons. If you have a lot, give one to me as my godson. In the future, I'll have someone to take care of me in my old age."

"My lady, it's all my fault. I failed to protect you and the young master." Yiren felt saddened when she thought of the unborn young master. It was her negligence that prevented her from noticing that her master was pregnant, which led to the miscarriage.

Nan Yi held Yi Ren's hand and earnestly advised, "What does it have to do with you? It was my carelessness. I am unlucky and destined to have no children. But you are different. You still have a chance."

Yiren didn't take it seriously. "What chance is there? I've already become a nanny and I just want to follow you and serve you. I don't want to get married and have children."

"No, it's necessary. You must complete what I failed to do for your master."

Yiren heard this but didn't take it seriously. Being in the palace, she was determined to stay by her master's side and serve him. Little did she know that Nan Yi had other plans for her.

Nan Yi didn't expect Yi Ren to agree now. Given Yi Ren's stubbornness, she would do it once she came to her senses and remembered her.

She is intelligent, resourceful, and capable; her intellect is unmatched by most. No matter what kind of man she marries, with her abilities, she will not be at a disadvantage.

She didn't have the chance to show her skills before, but when that day comes, she will live better than anyone else.

After a simple meal, Nan Yi fell into a drowsy sleep again after sitting for a short while. The next day, Yi Ren and Lan Zhi helped her with her washing and dressing. Xiao Shunzi came in to report that the Imperial Noble Consort had arrived.

Yiren was about to help her change clothes and wash up when Nan waved her hand, "Don't bother. I'm already like this, I'm sure the Imperial Noble Consort won't mind. Please let her in."

"You should tidy yourself up a bit, so that Master will feel more refreshed," Yiren advised. Lanye went to fetch water, while Lanzhi quickly chose a suitable dress.

After some tidying up, things were finally somewhat organized. Yiren led Consort Nian into the palace, where Consort Nian sat upright in front of the South First Bed.

They sized each other up, examining each other closely. The two stunning women, who had lived under the same roof for twenty years, looked at each other as if from another world.

What should have been a tense atmosphere turned into a smile of relief when Nian saw Nan Yi on his sickbed. All the smugness, pride, resentment, and doubt in her heart vanished in an instant.

However, Yuexiang, the head maidservant of Lady Nian, and two other head maidservants were rather arrogant.

The three maids stood in a row, each occupying a corner alongside Yiren Lanzhi and Lanye, their eyes filled with the glint of swords.

Ms. Nian put down her teacup, smiled faintly. A lady from a distinguished family, she was dignified and gentle, with graceful manners and poise. At any moment, she never lost her innate good upbringing.

Nan Yi sincerely admired the daughters of noble families in ancient times who were carefully raised. Putting aside her appearance, Nian Shi was proficient in all kinds of arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs.

As for herself, she has a bad temper, is not gentle, and is good at being unreasonable. As for talent, she does know how to write the word "talent".

Only his face is worth looking at.

Compared to Nian Shi, she's nothing but trash. All these years, all she's done is act tough with the Fourth Master. It's a real shame that the Fourth Master can tolerate her.

Nan Yi broke the silence first, "I'm sorry, my body is too weak, and I've troubled Your Highness to come in person. Please forgive me, Imperial Noble Consort."

Nian's gaze swept over Tong's sallow face; she herself wasn't much better off when she got out of bed today.

The maid fussed over it for ages, still afraid of losing to Madam Tong, and applied some makeup. But when she saw Madam Tong, she realized it was all for nothing. A crow never knows how black it is.

"Even if you apologize, you can't get up. Because of the two of us, the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital are worried sick. Tong Yilan, why are you competing with me for treatment?"

Nan Yi casually replied, "Of course, I can't always let you be first in everything."

Ms. Nian rolled her eyes at her, "Fine, you don't need to fight for it, I'll give it to you."

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