"Okay! I'm fine with anything!" Xiao Chen resisted the urge to hug her and handed her the flowers. "Would you like these flowers?"
The crescent moon smiled as it moved south, "Collect them, these peonies are so beautiful!"
Xiao Chen's eyes were still moist, but his brows and eyes were filled with a gentle smile. "The peony symbolizes a special affection."
As the moon migrates south, its fingertips lightly touch the petals, "there is also a sense of reluctant farewell."
Xiao Chen frowned slightly, "The only thing I'm giving you is my unwavering affection."
Nanqianyue raised her eyebrows and did not argue with him, lest he cry again.
Xiao Chen then took something out of his pocket. "Nan Nan, can I have this amber?"
Nan Qianyue's eyes widened as she touched her neck. "I completely forgot to ask you for it."
"You're really bold to ask for that," she laughed.
Xiao Chen gripped the amber tightly with his fingertips, showing no intention of returning it. "I will also give you a token, but it will take some time. Please wait a little longer, okay?"
Nan Qianyue stared at the amber, feeling extremely reluctant to part with it. "Then please keep it for me for now. If we ever separate, you can return it to me."
"Okay!" Xiao Chen agreed readily.
He believed that he and Nan Nan would never be separated.
After trying to date, the two found their interactions particularly awkward.
Mainly during the month of the southward migration, she would often awkwardly pick her toes because of Xiao Chen's inexplicable sweet talk.
The emperor also probed Nanqianyue's intentions several times. He said that if she really liked Xiao Chen, he would write to her mother and ask for her opinion.
Nanqianyue truthfully relayed her and Xiao Chen's current situation to the emperor.
After hearing this, the emperor did not object too much. "In any case, I should tell Yingshu about your situation. She lost you for eighteen years and finally found you. Now you've come here. She will be heartbroken."
The person migrating south certainly couldn't tell the emperor their true origins, so they said, "It's up to you."
The emperor smiled warmly, "As an elder, I suggest you return to Dongling first to put your mother at ease. I heard that Prince Anzheng is on the border, so I'll send you there and have him send someone to escort you back to the capital."
"No, no, no!" Nanqianyue shook her head like a rattle-drum, her eyes still showing some fear.
"Please don't throw me to Prince Qin... Anzheng! I... I don't know him well. I've heard he's a ruthless killer with a murderous aura. I won't go!"
The emperor chuckled, “He has led troops in battle for many years and his hands are indeed stained with blood, but I can assure you that he is a trustworthy person.”
The southward migration continued for a month, with people shaking their heads.
"Father, I have come to take Nan Nan back." Xiao Chen bowed deeply, seemingly unaware of when he had arrived.
No one could see the darkness in his downcast eyes.
The emperor of the Southern Dynasty waved goodbye, "Farewell, Your Majesty, I'm leaving now!"
She grabbed Xiao Chen and ran as fast as she could.
Inside the carriage, Xiao Chen seemed unhappy.
Nanqianyue tilted her head and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Chen raised his moist eyes, "My father never said that I was a trustworthy person. In his heart, I was incompetent and inferior to the princes of other countries."
Nan Qianyue pressed down on the back of his hand and comforted him, "I think you're great. Who can be liked by everyone? Besides, His Majesty probably has some misunderstanding about you. He recognizes your abilities."
"I don't need his approval." Xiao Chen turned his head away as if in a fit of pique.
...Now that the Southern Migration Month has the protection of the Crown Prince and the Emperor, those who wanted to cause trouble have sharpened their knives but have put them back.
But eventually, someone dared to break this peace.
That day, Eunuch Gou, who served Xiao Chen, ran to the courtyard where Nan Qianyue was staying with a happy expression.
"Miss Nan, His Highness has prepared a surprise for you—"
"I've prepared a special dinner and asked you to come over."
As the moon rose slightly in the south, the old man had let slip that he had let something slip.
"Let's go, I'm curious about what kind of dinner we'll have."
Eunuch Gou brought Nanqianyue to the royal villa. This wasn't Nanqianyue's first time here, so he didn't think much of it.
"This is it. This servant will take her leave now. Your Highness will be here shortly."
Nanqianyue nodded, gazing at the delightful scenery of the garden, and murmured, "It's quite mysterious."
Suddenly, a silver needle flew south towards the moon.
Fortunately, she was caught by the nanny the emperor had assigned to her. "Protect the young lady!"
The three old women shielded Nan Qianyue in the middle, and Nan Qianyue then realized what was happening.
"We've fallen into their trap."
In the blink of an eye, a group of men in black surrounded them.
The man in black didn't waste any words and attacked swiftly.
The old women were no match for them and soon fell down.
The skills of the Southern Migration Months seemed like mere fancy moves in front of this group of people with internal strength.
Finally, she was knocked unconscious by a chop to the neck.
...When I woke up again, I was in the grass by the lake.
She stood up, pressing her head, and quickly recognized the vast lake before her.
This is the border of Dongling!
Touching her empty stomach, she guessed that at least several days had passed since she was knocked unconscious at the Royal Villa.
"Hiss..." She felt soreness all over her body, which meant that her kidnappers had rushed her here.
It hurt her so much that she was covered in bruises.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from the grass.
As the southward migration month approached, a familiar face came into view.
"Zhong Xing?!"
The moon appeared pleased as it moved south, but soon it became wary again.
Zhong Xing's gaze towards her was strange; it held a murderous intent.
"Two choices: run forward, or I'll kill you." Zhong Xing's voice was cold and ruthless, even tinged with disgust.
Nan Qianyue's gaze swept over the gleaming sword in his hand, and she knew exactly what to do. "I'm running, I'm running right now."
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