The princess's face stiffened. What did she mean by that?
Nanqianyue clapped his hands and softly called out to the air, "Weida?"
"Your subordinate is here." A gust of wind swept through the flower clusters, and a man in black appeared in the pavilion, casually sealing the pressure points of several guards.
Nanqianyue then turned her head to the other side, "Li Bing?"
"Your subordinate is here." A man in black flew down from the roof tiles above, stepping on the upturned corners of the pavilion and landing among the flowers behind Nan Qianyue.
The princess's expression froze, as if she were in a trance. A torrent of emotions surged within her, but she dared not let them out.
He actually went to such lengths for her...
Nan Qianyue stood up with a smile and gave a slight curtsy. "Your Highness seems to be in a bad mood. I will not disturb you any longer. I will take my leave."
She turned and left with a bright smile, while Wei Da stepped into the pavilion.
"What are you doing?!" The princess exclaimed in fear.
Wei Da glanced at her disdainfully and silently took away the teacup that hadn't been touched during the month of their southward migration.
...
Inside the carriage, Qin Yi remained calm. Even though he tried his best to conceal his sharpness, the aura he had cultivated through years of combat was still awe-inspiring.
The two siblings, Nan Kezhi and Nan Yichu, huddled together, neither daring to speak to Prince Anzheng.
But remaining silent would feel impolite and disrespectful to Prince Anjeong.
The two siblings exchanged a glance, coughed lightly, and tentatively asked, "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?"
Qin Yi raised his eyes. "Ask."
Nan Yichu sat up straight and swallowed hard. "You like our eldest sister?"
"certainly."
Nan Yichu's heart raced. "Are you going to marry her?"
"certainly."
"What if my eldest sister doesn't want to marry you?"
"...I will agree someday."
"What...what if she's fallen for someone else before that?"
"..." Qin Yi's expression darkened, and the air inside the carriage suddenly turned cold.
Nan Yichu shrank back in fright, and the two siblings gripped each other's sleeves, trembling with fear.
"Young lady, you're back," the coachman's voice rang out.
The curtain was lifted, and Nanqianyue, smiling, slipped in.
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