A moist light flashed in Qin Yi's eyes, "As long as you don't leave me on your own initiative, I'm willing to take the risks."
"Would you leave me on your own initiative?" he asked cautiously.
Nan Qianyue pursed her lips, shook her head gently, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, "No."
Qin Yi hugged her tightly with joy, his voice trembling with excitement, "You finally agreed to marry me."
A month after migrating south, it dawned on me: "You tricked me?"
Qin Yi cupped her face, lowered his head and kissed her lips hard. "Yue'er has a soft tongue but a sharp tongue. You can't just not be tactful."
Nan Qianyue smiled and punched him in the chest, "You scoundrel."
Qin Yi grabbed her fist and kissed it. "Are you still sleepy?"
Nanqianyue nodded without hesitation, her eyes drooping. "I'm sleepy. I didn't sleep well at all last night."
"Then let's sleep a little longer." He picked her up and carried her to the bed.
However, just as Yue was settling down after the southward migration, a servant knocked on the door of the outer room.
The servant said respectfully, "Your Highness, Prime Minister Nan and his wife have come to fetch Miss Nan, and they have already been led to the main hall."
Nan Qianyue was instantly wide awake. She sat up, grabbed Qin Yi's hand, and asked, "They all know?"
Qin Yi nodded. "There's no reason to keep it from them. After all, they are your parents here. Don't worry, only Mr. and Mrs. Nan Xiang know."
I was actually a little scared of migrating south, afraid of being scolded.
"I'm going out now." Qin Yi let go of her hand.
"Wait!" Nan Qianyue grabbed him again, pulling him up by the collar. "Cover your neck, it's not good for people to see."
Her marks were everywhere.
Qin Yi smiled, "Spring clothes don't have such high collars."
She vowed never to compromise on the southward migration, and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to tie around his neck. "Alright, let's go."
Qin Yi raised his hand to touch the soft silk around his neck, his smile widening. "Let's go."
He patted Nan Qianyue's head and turned to leave the room.
In the garden, Qin Yi bumped into Nan Xiang and his wife.
When Nan Xiang saw him, his face turned as black as coal. "Your Highness is quite capable."
The Prime Minister's wife's gaze, tinged with coldness, swept over Qin Yi's neck.
The plain-colored orchid handkerchief clashed with Qin Yi's all-black robe.
She embroidered it herself for her daughter.
Now it's used as a fig leaf...
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