After reading "Southward Migration Month," I couldn't help but chuckle coldly to myself.
As expected of the old emperor, he knew how to appease the people without losing face for the royal family.
In the imperial edict, the old emperor spoke humbly, and at first glance, one would think he was a wise ruler.
"Qianyue, what happened to your eyes?" Nan Xiang noticed then.
Huai Ren also cast a concerned glance his way.
Nan Qianyue smiled and said, "My daughter is fine. It was windy when we came over, and some sand got into her eyes."
The Prime Minister nodded without giving it much thought. "This is His Majesty's explanation. What does Qian Yue think?"
During the month of the southward migration, "His Majesty's grace is boundless, and I am deeply grateful."
A strange glint flashed in Nan Xiang's eyes. He glanced at his disciple Huai Ren out of the corner of his eye and introduced him, "This is Huai Ren. He greatly admires your poetry. If Qian Yue has time, you can discuss it with him. Father, you can listen too."
Nanqianyue politely declined, saying, "My daughter still has embroidery lessons to finish, so I'm afraid she won't have time."
She dared not have any more contact with other men. There were countless eyes watching her from the shadows. If word got back to certain people, the gentle and refined Huai Ren would be in big trouble.
Nan Xiang expressed his understanding and did not insist, saying, "Alright, try to spend more time with your mother when you have time."
"Yes, daughter, you may leave."
Nan Xiang watched Nan Qianyue's retreating figure and sighed softly.
He and his wife did not want their children to be involved in court intrigues. They only hoped that their children would live a peaceful and carefree life, and that their marriages would be based on simple and harmonious family matters, and that their children be of good character and kind heart.
But now it seems that Qian Yue is just like Ying Shu back then. Faced with the pursuit of various powerful forces, how will she choose?
Will she choose someone like Ying Shu, an ordinary, handsome scholar, or someone like Prince Anzheng, a member of the royal family who wields military power?
If it were the former, he and his wife would have less to worry about.
If it's the latter... sigh.
On the throne in the Golden Palace, the old emperor was filled with worry, indignation, and fear.
"Your Majesty, it is now widely rumored that Prince Anzheng is pursuing the Poet Immortal, and that the Crown Prince of Nanjing and Xie Shisun are also getting close to him."
Eunuch Hou conveyed the contents of the memorial in full.
The old emperor gave a mocking smile, "They're openly going against me. Holding half of the military power in Dongling, they still dare to covet the Southern Chancellor's support. They really don't take me seriously."
"I want them to know who is the master of Dongling! Summon the Second Prince here."
The second son wanted to marry the poet, so let him have his wish.
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