“But those vegetables…” Nan Qianyue couldn’t understand it and couldn’t believe it.
Qin Yi continued, “Given the temperament of the Crown Prince of Nanjing, he wouldn’t believe that I really released Yan Bo. In his view, I was trying to deceive the old emperor, get Yan Bo into my hands, and force him to reveal the Nanjing spies again.”
"So he had his trusted men kill Yan Bo. The prison of the Court of Justice was heavily guarded, and Ye Jian couldn't get in, so he asked you for help. The secret guards followed Ye Jian and the steward of the Prime Minister's residence, and bought whatever they bought."
At this point, Qin Yi seemed reluctant to continue, "Weida saw Ye Jian poison the wine with his own eyes, so it must have been Ye Jian's doing. After all, with his abilities, he could have poisoned the wine silently without Weida seeing it."
Nan Qianyue suddenly realized, "You mean, Ye Jian wants to use you to save Yan Bo? But he can't go against Xiao Chen's wishes, so he went through such a roundabout way."
Qin Yi nodded reluctantly, "Perhaps he discovered his conscience in time."
“That’s wonderful…” Nan Qianyue suddenly looked up and cried, her tear-stained face still showing a smile of relief and excitement.
Qin Yi shook his head helplessly, knowing she was about to cry.
He held her in his arms and wiped away her tears with his fingertips again and again.
"Stop rubbing..." Nan Qianyue grabbed his hand, looking at him with teary eyes, "Your hands have calluses... it hurts to rub them."
Qin Yi raised the corner of his eye and silently took out a soft cloth from his drawer to wipe her face.
*
The carriage stopped in front of a rather deserted house about ten miles outside Beijing.
Qin Yi pulled Nan Qianyue inside, while Wang Agou drove the carriage around in circles.
Upon entering the courtyard, one sees a middle-aged man sweeping fallen leaves.
"Uncle Yan!" Nan Qianyue ran over.
Uncle Yan paused, looked up, and immediately smiled with appreciation. "Miss Nan is becoming more and more beautiful every day. Your arrival has brought this courtyard, which has been quiet for many years, back to life."
Nan Qianyue's nose stung with tears. "Uncle Yan...you've already died once, how can you still be so optimistic?"
Yan Boyang smiled easily and casually, "From the day I became a sentry, I was prepared to die at any time. I'm content to have lived to this age!"
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