Xiao Chen's eyes widened in surprise. He hurriedly released her and grabbed the knife with his bare hands...
He gripped so hard that blood flowed from his palm.
Nanqianyue met his sorrowful red eyes, released the hilt of her knife, turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate without looking back.
Xie Yanzhou quickly followed, and the guards slipped out of the light.
In an instant, only Xiao Chen and Ye Jian remained in the courtyard.
"My lord, let's stop the bleeding first," Ye Jian said softly, staring at Xiao Chen's hand that was still holding the dagger.
Xiao Chen stood frozen in the wind for a long time, his thick eyelashes drooping, and hot tears falling.
A smug smile played on his lips as he murmured, "She knows I cherish her, and I'd rather hurt myself than hurt her."
Ye Jian frowned. Had his lord really gone mad?
Xiao Chen continued to murmur, "She trusts me, trusts my love for her, that's why she dared to stab herself."
"She knows I won't let her get hurt..."
Ye Jian: "..." He's really gone mad.
Lanyue Tower.
The two arrived at the private room after migrating south.
"I'll treat you to dinner and drinks today," Nan Qianyue said casually, then slumped back in her chair.
Xie Yanzhou knew she was upset, so he didn't ask any further questions.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You came out in such a hurry, you probably forgot your wallet, right?"
Nanqianyue's mind went blank. It was all over. She never carried a purse when she went out; it was always Green Robe and the others who carried it for her.
“Well, isn’t this your property? You can owe me the money for now, and I’ll have someone bring it to you later.” She said matter-of-factly.
Xie Yanzhou chuckled, "Alright, I'll still give Miss He face."
"Someone come here and show me the menu!" Xie Yanzhou shouted outside.
A young waiter with a pale face walked in, bowing as he carried the menu, and introduced the restaurant's specialties with a friendly smile.
But he didn't listen to a single word of what was being said during the southward migration.
She nodded perfunctorily, "Serve the dishes according to your host's preferences, and bring a few more jugs of good wine."
"Yes, yes, poet, please wait a moment." The servant respectfully withdrew.
Nanqianyue raised an eyebrow, "Now everyone calls me the Poet Immortal?"
Xie Yanzhou smiled and said, "His name is He Yang. He comes from a poor family. He works here during the day and studies hard at night. You are his spiritual leader. Since you are here today, give him a chance to meet you and encourage him to study harder."
Nanqianyue immediately sat up straight and began to straighten her disheveled clothes. "Why didn't you say so earlier? I was so unpresentable just now. It's a fan meeting, after all. I still need to maintain my image. I don't want people to learn my bad habit."
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