Tears still clung to the corners of Nanqianyue's eyes, but she smiled, a smile that vanished in an instant.
"Father, don't worry. I didn't go to Qin Yi to talk about love. I just wanted to get to the bottom of this. After all, he accompanied me yesterday."
Nan Xiang glared at him. "You don't want to talk to him about love, but if you do, he'll want to talk to you about love. He won't let you leave the manor today no matter what. If you don't listen, we'll just wait it out."
After saying that, he turned around and sat behind his desk, picked up his pen and roughly dipped it a few times on the inkstone, but missed.
The ink on the inkstone has dried.
"Come and grind the powder!" Nan Xiang said irritably.
Nanqianyue pouted and walked over in silence, but her eyes glanced at the open window.
Just as Nanqianyue was about to approach the desk, she suddenly turned and ran to the window, then nimbly climbed out.
Nan Xiang: "..."
After a three-second pause, he jumped up from his chair and yelled outside, "Stop the young lady!"
The servants, unaware of the situation, rushed all the way to the mansion gate, leaving the other servants bewildered.
"Quick! Stop the young lady!" Several guards chased after them.
By the time the servants realized what was happening, the southward-migrating moon had already gone far away.
On the bustling street, the woman in pink weaved through the crowd as if fleeing for her life. Several guards chased after her, shouting, "Young lady! Don't run!"
Some of the people recognized her.
"Isn't that the Poet Immortal!"
"It looks like she's being chased again!"
"Are you blind? Those are guards from the Prime Minister's residence!"
"I understand! It must be because the Poet Immortal was being playful, and the Prime Minister is sending men to arrest her!"
"No wonder he's called the Poet Immortal, he has such a unique personality!"
Nanqianyue heard some noises, so she gave a wink to the young men dressed as scholars, "I'd like to trouble you gentlemen to help me stop them!"
The scholar's face lit up with surprise, "The Poet Immortal spoke to me!"
"Don't just stand there! Quickly help the poet stop them!"
Several scholars deliberately tripped and fell in front of the guards, clinging to their legs and refusing to let go, exclaiming, "Ouch! I can't get up!"
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