"I will have someone send her the elixir, which she will take before nightfall."
The old woman looked embarrassed. "...Yes, yes."
The prince's words sounded very experienced and quite considerate.
Nan Xiang's eyebrows shot up in anger, but a hint of emotion flickered deep in his eyes. "You're really meddling! Humph!"
Having said that, he turned and went into the mansion, ordering the guards to close the gate.
At Qingyun Courtyard, the Prime Minister's wife and Nan Kezhi stayed for two hours after the Southern Migration before leaving.
"Mother, don't worry too much. The doctor said that my eldest sister is fine and will be alright after a rest."
The Prime Minister's wife looked worried as she gazed at the peach blossoms in the courtyard and said softly, "His Majesty has been slow to issue the decree to cancel the engagement, so it is inconvenient for me to arrange a blind date for Qianyue."
Nan Kezhi smiled slightly, her eyes half-closed as she fell into thought.
She thought for a moment, then opened her eyes and tentatively asked, "Mother, do you really not like Prince Anzheng?"
The Prime Minister's wife frowned slightly. "What does it matter if she likes him or not? Qian Yue can't marry him, and I don't want her to marry him either."
Nan Kezhi pursed her lips and didn't reply.
She felt that Prince Anzheng treated her eldest sister very well, and that he saved her from several assassination attempts.
The eldest sister didn't want to marry the second prince, so Prince Anzheng helped to ruin it. He even gave the royal decree to the eldest sister. His kindness to the eldest sister was unmatched by many men.
The embassy, the residence of the envoy from Nanjing.
Xiao Chen sat behind the desk with a blank stare, as if his soul had been ripped away.
The wound on my hand hadn't been treated; the blood had dried.
Ye Jian couldn't bear it and couldn't help but speak up, "My lord, why don't you treat your wound first?"
Xiao Chen remained silent.
Ye Jian put down his sword, picked up the medicine and gauze, and came to Xiao Chen.
"Get out," Xiao Chen said in a hoarse voice.
Ye Jian couldn't stand it any longer. He put down the tray and said what he thought was a very reasonable argument:
“My lord, what’s the point of torturing yourself like this? If you truly love Miss Nan, you should make her happy. If she’s unhappy being with you, you should let her go and let her find her own happiness.”
"If she's happy, you'll be happy too, so why torture yourself..."
"Get lost!" Xiao Chen really wanted to kill him with a single blow.
An already wounded heart dies even more completely.
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