"This old minister thanks Your Majesty for your leniency!" Grand Commandant Song knew that His Majesty had already been very lenient with him.
The eldest prince of Xiqiu never expected that the woman he saved two years ago was actually the daughter of Song Taiwei of Dongling. Why didn't he say so last night?
Was she deliberately setting a trap for him? Was she in such a hurry to marry her daughter to him?
No, it's also possible that someone tampered with it.
The eldest prince of Xiqiu looked at the crown prince of Nanjing with suspicion.
However, he just kept drinking and ignored him completely.
"It was a misunderstanding. I almost thought that woman was the Poet Immortal." The Princess raised her jade cup to Nanqianyue and said with a smile, "Poet Immortal, I almost misunderstood you. This cup is for you."
As the moon rose over the southward migration, a faint smile appeared on her face. This princess is truly composed.
"She can't drink, so I'll drink for her." Xiao Chen raised the jade cup and took a sip as a perfunctory gesture.
His actions further confirmed the suspicions in the mind of the First Prince of Xiqiu.
It was definitely him who did it!
The eldest princess covered her mouth and chuckled, "Crown Prince Xiao is indeed concerned about the Poet Immortal; it's truly enviable."
As she spoke, she kept an eye on Prince Anzheng's expression.
Seeing that the heat seemed insufficient, she smiled and looked at Nanqianyue, "I heard that the Poet Immortal became acquainted with Prince Xiao two years ago."
Nanqian Yue smiled meaningfully, "There are many familiar faces."
The eldest princess was speechless, never expecting her to be so shameless.
She is involved with many men and is not ashamed but proud of it?
"Then I am curious, who else is the Poet Immortal acquainted with?" The eldest princess was determined not to give up and insisted on harping on the matter of Nanqianyue.
During the month of the southward migration, I was in a state of deep thought, "I can't quite remember."
A sharp glint flashed across the princess's face. "Are you playing me for a fool?"
Nan Qianyue said with a smile, "Just kidding, I hope the Princess won't be angry?"
The princess's facial muscles twitched violently. "Of course not."
The old emperor saw all of this, and his gaze lingered on Prince Anzheng's face several times.
Seeing that he remained cold and aloof throughout, she guessed that perhaps his interest in the Southern Migration Month had diminished.
Little did they know that he was following the "art of pursuing a wife": don't pester her too much, be a little aloof, and you'll exude charm effortlessly...
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