God willing……
Xiao Chen didn't like those two words.
"It's a coincidence, not fate," Xiao Chen corrected expressionlessly.
Nanqianyue shrugged indifferently, "Say what you want, whatever makes you happy, anyway you lost."
Xiao Chen: "..." This shouldn't be comforting someone, right?
"Haha, the Prince of Nanjing's chess skills are indeed extraordinary." Old Master Xu concluded smoothly.
Mr. Mo stroked his beard and laughed, "Even Prince Anzheng's chess skills have amazed this old man."
Nanqianyue glanced at the two laughing old men and couldn't help but sneer.
They may be praising each other verbally, but what they really think is probably the opposite.
"Poet Immortal! Can you make that expression again?" Xu Zhimo's voice echoed from the garden.
Nanqianyue blinked, what kind of expression was that? Could it be that she was secretly looking down on the two old men?
She pretended to look up at the sky and admire the white clouds, as if she hadn't heard Xu Zhimo's request.
"It's getting late, I'll take you back to your residence." Qin Yi stood up.
"Since we have nothing else to do, let's see the poet off." Xiao Chen also stood up.
Their eyes met again, a mixture of ice and fire swirling within them.
Everyone sighed with regret, saying that these two seemed to be a better match for the poet, what a pity.
Nan Qianyue gracefully tossed her hair behind her ear, stood up and smiled, "I wouldn't dare trouble Your Highness and Crown Prince Xiao."
She nodded slightly to the two elderly people again, "I'll take my leave now."
Old Master Xu nodded kindly, "Thank you for your hard work, Poet Immortal."
As Yue Kuan left the flower hall after her migration south, she passed by Xu Zhimo, who called her back.
"Poet Immortal, please wait!"
He ran over holding the painting.
"Poet Immortal, what do you think?"
Looking south, Yue gazed into the flower hall. Qin Yi and Xiao Chen sat upright, their expressions cold and stern. In a corner of the flower hall, Old Master Xu and Mr. Mo smiled kindly, while she... was dozing off.
“…Okay.” Nan Qianyue nodded in agreement, unable to say anything more.
Xu Zhimo wiped the sweat from his brow and pleaded, "Could the poet immortal please inscribe these paintings?"
some?
Looking south, one could see several framed portraits displayed under the peach trees.
In every portrait, she doesn't appear very dignified.
Xu Zhimo saw that Nanqian Yue was in a difficult position, so he considerately said, "Poet Immortal, you may choose any painting to inscribe. Thank you for your help."
"My handwriting is particularly ugly," Nanqianyue said honestly and apologetically.
Xu Zhimo smiled understandingly, "It's alright, it's alright. To be honest, my handwriting is also ugly, but everyone says it's special."
Nanqianyue forced a smile and said, "Alright, I'll write this one."
Xu Zhimo cheerfully handed over the pen and acted as a human support, firmly holding up the portrait, "Write, Poet Immortal!"
Nanqianyue's eyelids twitched. She took a deep breath and wrote the poem she had written in school on the upper left corner of the portrait.
She was writing so intently that she didn't notice Qin Yi and Xiao Chen standing behind her, or even Mr. Xu Taigong Mo and the other students peering over.
"This handwriting isn't even as good as mine," the Fifth Princess blurted out.
Upon hearing the news of the southward migration, Yue shuddered, nearly scrambling to write the words. She turned around and shuddered again.
"Ha, why are you all here..." Nanqianyue was a little embarrassed to show off.
"I'll teach you." Qin Yi stretched out his long arm and wrapped it around her, holding her hand that was holding the pen. His deep voice sounded above her head, "Don't get distracted."
Nanqianyue nodded blankly, "Oh, oh."
With Qin Yi's help, the last two lines of the poem looked much better.
Qin Yi did not change her handwriting, but simply straightened out the strokes.
At first glance, the first two lines seem to describe someone dozing off, but the last two lines suddenly bring the person back to their senses, and the characters become neat and orderly, perfectly matching the soul of the painting.
As everyone watched the departing figures of the Poet Immortal and Prince Anzheng, they sighed once again, lamenting how such a perfect couple they were, torn apart by an imperial edict.
Xiao Chen stared at Nan Qianyue's profile, his heart heavy.
Nan Nan is becoming increasingly accepting of Prince Anzheng, which is not a good sign.
...
The Imperial Palace, Huayang Palace.
The vast hall was in complete disarray.
The second prince flew into a rage, smashing the palace furnishings to pieces, and leaving the palace servants crawling on the ground with head injuries.
"That Prince Anzheng, you're deliberately trying to embarrass me today! You're jealous that I married Nan Qianyue, aren't you? Jealous, aren't you! Hate me, aren't you! Anyway, she'll be mine sooner or later! And Prime Minister Nan will be on my side!"
bump--!
He grabbed a lamp and smashed it towards the palace gate, which landed right at the feet of Consort Xian.
"Mother!" the Second Prince exclaimed in surprise.
Consort Xian looked at him angrily, "Have you finished venting your anger?"
The second prince stood there angrily, his anger barely contained.
Consort Xian kicked the lamp, and the palace servants immediately began to clean it.
"How many times have I told you to be composed, composed!" Consort Xian scolded angrily. "Look at the state you're in now! Where has your royal dignity gone!"
The second prince turned his face away angrily, without uttering a word.
Consort Xian rubbed her forehead. "Do you think that just because the imperial decree has been issued, you're guaranteed to marry Nanqian Yue?"
The second prince was astonished, "Who dares to disobey the imperial edict?"
Consort Xian sneered, "His Majesty is shrewd. He did not specify a wedding date, and during this time, there were many people who tried to sabotage this bestowed marriage."
"What you need to do is to cultivate yourself and not let anyone find fault with you, otherwise the rumors in the capital will spread that the Second Prince is not worthy of the Poet Immortal."
The second prince suddenly realized, "Mother... then what should I do?"
The Consort Xian's eyes flashed with a cold light, "The Prince Anzheng's actions today are intended to ruin your reputation. With his ruthless methods, he will not stop at this. He will definitely dig out your past misdeeds."
The second prince was taken aback. "Have I committed any misdeeds?"
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