Nan Kezhi blamed herself and cried, "I should have stayed with my older sister."
The Prime Minister's wife took her hand and said, "Don't cry. This has nothing to do with you. You've already done very well."
"How despicable! It's obvious that Song Suihuan wanted to harm my eldest sister, but she ended up harming herself instead. She deserves it!" Nan Yichu was furious.
"Prime Minister! Madam! People from the Prince Anzheng's residence have arrived!" The steward led a man in white to the scene.
Nan Xiang recognized him; he was Bai Shu, a retainer of King Anjeong.
...A quiet house at the end of East Street, with a dimly lit interior.
After an hour of turmoil, Nanqianyue collapsed into Qin Yi's arms, her breath coming in hushed tones.
At this moment, she was covered in sweat, as the toxins were being expelled.
Qin Yi confirmed that the bed curtains were closed, then instructed outside, "Prepare a bath."
"yes."
The servants responded promptly, acted swiftly, and were nimble in their movements.
"Your Highness, the bath is ready. Would you like us to serve you?" The servant kept her head down the whole time, knowing what she should and shouldn't look at.
"No need, all of you step back." A slightly agitated voice came from behind the screen.
"Yes." The servants wisely withdrew and closed the door behind them.
Qin Yi carried Nan Qianyue into the bathtub and carefully washed her body.
He whispered in her ear, "Moon, are you alright?"
Let him at least let off some steam; it's really uncomfortable to hold it in.
Nan Qianyue collapsed into his arms, and as long as he wasn't blind, he knew whether she was still capable or not.
"..." She didn't say anything.
Qin Yi swallowed hard and continued to wash her.
The bath water contained medicinal ingredients. After soaking for a while, Nanqianyue regained some clarity, but her vision was still blurry.
"Qin Yi..." she called weakly, as if to confirm.
"It's me." He couldn't help but smile, probably from the joy of being recognized.
...The sky gradually brightened.
Threads of light, like fine golden gauze, carrying the gentleness of dawn, shone through the bed curtains onto the woman's face, outlining a soft halo around her features.
Her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
With her vision blurred and the environment unfamiliar, a sense of panic began to rise within her.
She threw off the covers and got out of bed, but because she was too weak, she rolled onto the floor.
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