Nanqianyue was lifted up a few centimeters, making her a head taller than Qin Yi.
Hot breaths and a warm touch came from her fair neck.
She pressed on Qin Yi's shoulders, her fingertips applying slight pressure, and the tingling sensation in her body made her unable to resist hugging him.
The body of the person who had acted madly sank slowly, and Nanqianyue blushed with embarrassment...
"Qin Yi..." she couldn't help but call out softly, her breath trembling.
Qin Yi looked up at her, his eyes filled with intense desire, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did I bite you too hard?"
Nanqianyue bit her lip, embarrassed and annoyed, and said, "...This is in the water, it's not safe."
Qin Yi's voice was seductive, "Don't be afraid, I'll be careful."
Outside the window, the artificial hills and green pines stand stark and austere, while inside, the room is dimly lit and scorching hot. Behind the gauze curtains, the sound of water ripples in the bathtub is ambiguous.
In the dead of night, the hustle and bustle inside the Prince's mansion had long since subsided.
However, in the main courtyard's new room, behind the bright red bed curtains, figures in various states overlapped, their breaths mingled, and groans continued.
...
The next day, the sun had already set.
Qin Yi sat on the edge of the bed, holding Nan Qianyue's hand, staring at her with worried eyes.
Zisu and Lüyi, who were waiting outside, also had worry on their brows.
Just before nightfall, the person sleeping soundly on the bed trembled slightly and slowly opened their eyes a crack.
"You're awake?" Qin Yi's brows furrowed with joy as he reached out and scooped her up.
Nanqianyue leaned weakly against Qin Yi's chest, wanting to say a few words to him, but the words turned into a breath and were exhaled.
She knew very well that saying it would be pointless.
"You haven't eaten all day, eat something first." Qin Yi carried her to the sandalwood table in the outer room.
After arranging the food, Zisu and Luyi consciously stepped aside.
With the prince around, the princess doesn't need them to serve her.
"Wash up," Nan Qianyue lazily uttered.
Zisu immediately stepped forward with the tray, saying, "Please enjoy, Your Highness."
She didn't need to move south herself; Qin Yi took care of everything personally and served her extremely well.
After eating until she was half full, Nan Qianyue pushed away the nutritious porridge that was being fed to her, saying, "I don't want to eat anymore."
"Have you eaten?" Nan Qianyue asked, looking at Qin Yi's bright and shining eyes.
Qin Yi fed her the porridge she had refused, saying, "Eat it now."
Nanqianyue stepped down from his arms, "Then you eat first..."
She almost fell to the ground, but luckily Qin Yi caught her in time.
Qin Yi hugged her and said guiltily, "I'll definitely be more careful next time."
As she moved south, Yue's ears turned red, and she caught out of the corner of her eye that the maids were secretly laughing.
"Just eat yours." She glared at him slightly.
Qin Yi held her in one arm and ate with the other; what should have been a busy task appeared remarkably harmonious on his part.
Looking at the sky outside, Nanqianyue seemed to remember something. "Oh no, wasn't I supposed to go to the palace to pay my respects to my elders today?"
Qin Yi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I sent someone to the palace to tell the Empress Dowager. She will understand."
The woman's cheeks burned as she moved south; she had embarrassed herself in the palace.
"Achoo!" Nan Qianyue suddenly sneezed.
Qin Yi hugged her tighter and turned to instruct, "Go and make some ginger soup."
"No need." Nan Qianyue shook her head, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Didn't you inform Consort You?"
Qin Yi's expression darkened. "Why did you need to notify her?"
Nanqianyue smiled helplessly. She knew why she had sneezed; the one in the palace was probably furious.
Leisure Palace.
The sound of the porcelain cup shattering echoed throughout the hall.
Consort You slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "Fine! They really don't respect me at all. They didn't even bother to come and pay their respects!"
"You only informed the Empress Dowager and not me? I am the rightful in-law!"
——
In Nanjing, at the Crown Prince's residence, an aura of death permeated the air.
None of the palace servants dared to breathe loudly; they moved with extreme caution, afraid of making any noise that might disturb the tyrannical master.
In the candlelit study, wine jugs rolled on the floor, and the man's suppressed sobs carried a deep sorrow in the quiet night.
He clutched the wine jug, huddled in the darkest corner. A faint candlelight pierced through the gaps in the bookshelf, illuminating his bloodshot, moist eyes, which were filled with a torrent of emotions.
The strongest feeling is resentment.
"Nan Nan..." Tears streamed down his face, his voice hoarse with sobs, "Why don't you want me anymore..."
"I was wrong... Come back... Don't go..."
Alcohol seemed unable to numb his senses; instead, it brought out all his buried emotions.
Outdoors, Ye Jian leaned against the wall, holding his sword, and sighed for the 108th time, "Alas."
Since yesterday, the master has been locking himself in his study and drinking alone, and no one dares to go in and try to persuade him.
If you split the Southern Girl in two, you can become two Southern Girls. It wouldn't be impossible to take one of them.
But this was ultimately just his fantasy.
"Ye Jian." A somber, hoarse voice called out from inside the room.
Ye Jian darted inside, but upon seeing Xiao Chen's appearance, he was so frightened that he took several steps back.
Is the lord about to succumb to demonic possession?
"...What are your orders, my lord?"
Xiao Chen staggered out of the darkness, clutching a wine jug. He lifted his heavy eyelids to reveal sickly, scarlet eyes, and his voice was hoarse, like that of a vengeful ghost.
"How are the arrangements going north of Dongling?"
Ye Jian took two steps back and said, "Progress is going smoothly, everything is proceeding according to the lord's plan."
Thump—
Xiao Chen's fingers loosened, and the wine pot fell to the ground. He rubbed his temples and asked, "Where is Prince Yu?"
Ye Jian's expression turned serious. "Prince Yu set off for the northern border yesterday."
"My lord, please rest. Why torture yourself?" Ye Jian couldn't help but advise.
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