Nanqianyue pretended to hesitate, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "I think I'll listen to my mother."
Qin Yi raised an eyebrow. "Since when have you been so obedient to the Prime Minister's wife?"
Nanqianyue touched his lips with her fingertip, "I have always listened to my mother, so don't question me."
Qin Yi suddenly opened his mouth and bit her fingertip, startling her so much that she immediately pulled back.
Why did you bite me?
"It will only bite you."
"...Don't bite."
"Even after marriage, you're not allowed to bite?"
"...It depends on my mood."
...
Several days passed, and the news that Prince Anzheng and the poet were about to get married spread like wildfire.
Nanjing, the Crown Prince's Residence.
The vast hall was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, making even a living person feel suffocated.
Behind the black gold table, Xiao Chen held a piece of paper in his hand, his pupils seemingly frozen, sitting there stiffly for a long, long time.
Outside the hall, Ye Jian leaned against a pillar, too afraid to go in.
"Ye Jian." A man's icy voice came from inside.
Ye Jian shuddered and resignedly walked inside.
"What are your orders, my lord?" He stood three zhang away from Xiao Chen, arms clasped.
Xiao Chen didn't even bother to lift his eyes. He crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the candlestick, where it burned to ashes.
"Make contact with the Eastern Mausoleum sentries, bring her to the border, and do not harm her in the slightest."
Ye Jian looked pained but helpless. "My lord, you need to think this through. Miss Nan is not forced into marriage. If you do this, she will only drift further and further away from you."
"Even you are going to defy me?" Xiao Chen suddenly raised his fierce eyes and roared, his voice filled with anger.
Ye Jian lowered his head, "...I wouldn't dare, I'll go and do it."
"What are you going to do?"
A dignified female voice came from outside the hall. Ye Jian frowned and consciously retreated to a corner to become invisible.
A woman dressed in magnificent robes and exuding an air of authority walked in with a stern face, followed by her palace servants who stood guard outside the hall.
Xiao Chen suppressed his inner repulsion, stood up, and bowed before her, saying, "Mother."
Snap—
A resounding slap landed on Xiao Chen's face, but he neither dodged nor avoided it, remaining as steady as a mountain.
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