"What is this Prince Anzheng doing?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
Yesterday I sent someone to inquire and learned that there was a lot of involvement between Yue and Prince Anzheng and the Crown Prince of Nanjing when they moved south two years ago.
It now seems the rumors were reversed; it was the man who pursued the woman, not the other way around.
Qin Yi glanced at him, said "Princess Han, please do as you please," and then left.
Han Huangzi sneered behind Qin Yi, quickly making up his mind, and then followed him.
The polo field has spectator stands on the east, west, and north sides, arranged from the north according to their status.
The envoys from various countries, the ministers of the Eastern Mausoleum, and their families were mostly seated, chatting and laughing as they watched the martial arts performance in the arena.
As Yue hurried along the southward migration route, she attracted the attention of many people.
The scene was so eye-catching that it was hard for anyone not to notice it.
The reason was that a large group of people followed behind the southward-migrating Yue, all of whom were men of noble status and outstanding appearance.
First came the handsome and bright Xie Shisun, then the handsome and noble Prince of Nanjing and his cold-faced guards, then the elegant and stern Prince Anzheng and several military generals, and finally the eldest prince of Xiqiu and his group.
As she moved south, her pace quickened, as if some raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing her from behind.
She was very distressed. The road was so wide, yet everyone insisted on following her. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
"Big sister! Over here!"
Nan Yichu and Nan Kezhi waved to each other, and Nan Qianyue, disregarding any semblance of a dignified young lady, lifted her skirt and ran over.
Only when I was completely nestled among my younger siblings did I feel truly at ease.
"Big sister, are you alright?" The thoughtful Nan Kezhi asked immediately.
Nan Qianyue held her hand, shook her head with a smile, and said, "It's alright, eldest sister is fine."
"Big sister, did they bully you?" Nan Yichu asked softly, while secretly glancing at the group that had entered with her older sister.
Nanqianyue raised her eyebrows slightly, teasingly asking, "What would you do if they bullied you, eldest sister?"
"I—" Nan Yichu's harsh words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back.
That's it, he can't beat any of them.
Using status to suppress? ...You can't even compare in status.
“…I secretly cursed them.” Nan Yichu muttered weakly, in a voice barely audible.
I couldn't help but laugh as we moved south; my younger siblings are so adorable.
"Lacking self-control..."
"No manners..."
"Hooking up with other women..."
The women next door, led by Song Suihuan, would occasionally utter a sarcastic remark and cast a provocative, disdainful glance.
“A gentleman does not stumble before others, does not lose face before others, and does not speak carelessly before others. Such vile words are truly vulgar and unbearable.” Miss Yang said slowly and calmly, sitting upright at her table with her eyes straight ahead.
Song Suihuan and the others immediately stopped talking and glared at her with hostility.
She actually helped the Southern Migration Month!
Upon hearing this, Miss Xie pursed her lips and looked towards Nan Qianyue. Miss Yang was both brave and dignified; her brother must be no less so.
It seems the older brother's path to winning back his wife has been quite bumpy.
The nobles from the palace entered accordingly, and the old emperor helped Empress Dowager Wei onto the high seat. Everyone bowed in unison, and he politely told them not to stand on ceremony and to relax.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the envoys from various countries, he had Eunuch Hou announce the start of the martial arts competition.
As the host, it was natural for Dongling to send out its warriors first.
The old emperor entrusted Prince Anzheng with the arrangement of the participants in the martial arts competition at the Eastern Mausoleum.
Before everyone's eyes, a spirited female archer in red entered the arena, wielding a whip.
The envoys from various countries were all taken aback. Dongling had actually sent a female general to start the event. Was she too arrogant, or did she look down on them?
The envoy from the small northern kingdom of Yudan immediately dispatched a strong warrior. When he stood opposite the man in red, the difference in their physiques was striking, and everyone held their breath for the man in red.
The old emperor gave Prince Anzheng a meaningful look, thinking that Prince Anzheng was sensible and would not let Dongling lose face.
The referee announced the start. The warrior, wielding a large sword, swung it like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. The woman in red, holding a long whip, moved with the agility of a venomous snake, parrying and darting left and right.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, holding their breath in concentration.
Thud—
The long whip wrapped around the blade and took the warrior's weapon. Then, the man in red spun around a few times and kicked the warrior in the chest. His burly body was thrown out like a boulder and crashed to the ground in a sorry state.
"Well done!" Nan Yichu clenched his fist excitedly; he loved watching others fight.
The crowd erupted in cheers, and the old emperor laughed loudly, praising the man in red and exchanging a few polite words with the Yudan Kingdom.
Feeling bored during the southward migration, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she lazily leaned back in her chair, holding an orange that her younger brother had peeled for her, and slowly ate it.
Anyway, with her younger siblings blocking her way, her father wouldn't say anything to her, her mother wasn't around, and everyone else was watching the fight, so she was happy to be carefree.
Little did she know that her every move was being watched by many people.
The woman in red defeated three warriors sent by a small northern country in succession, which delighted the old emperor. "Women are just as capable as men! Reward her!"
The woman in red thanked him and withdrew; her mission was complete, and she could rest.
Next up is He Chi, a warrior from the Western Qiu Kingdom. His weapon is a curved sword, its blade gleaming coldly.
As soon as he appeared, he looked at the generals under the command of the Prince of Dongling Anzheng and declared, "I have heard that the Prince of Anzheng has many elites under his command. I have just witnessed the superb martial arts of Deputy General Hong. I wonder if I may invite Deputy Commander Zhuo to have a match?"
The woman in green, who was about to step forward, suddenly froze.
Who is he talking about? Deputy Commander Zhuo? Zhuo Yuanzhi? Shouldn't he be challenging another deputy general?
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