Ye Jian's lips curled down slightly. There was no rush now. Who was it that rushed over as soon as they heard that Miss Nan had appeared...?
Daylight broke.
The man in green, wounded, knelt outside the tent of the Southern Migration Month, but what was even more striking was the thorny twigs on his back.
He knelt silently, not uttering a sound to disturb Nan Qianyue's lazy nap.
The woman in red, who had come to comb Nanqianyue's hair, was startled. Her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito. She asked, "What kind of play are you putting on?"
The woman in green glanced at her. "What acting? Can't you see how sincerely I'm apologizing?"
The woman in red sneered mercilessly, "Is this an apology, or do you want Miss Nan to put in a good word for you with the Prince to save you from twenty lashes? Tch, what a show."
The woman in green blushed and straightened her back. "I am a gentleman, and I will not argue with a little woman like you."
The woman in red gave him a look of utter disdain and then lifted the curtain to go inside.
But it just so happened to coincide with the southward migration of the moon.
"Good morning."
Nanqianyue gave Hongyi a cold greeting.
The woman in red glanced at the casually braided side braid, composed herself, and said in a low voice, "I'll comb Miss Nan's hair."
Nan Qianyue smiled quickly for a second, "Deputy General Hong is busy with his duties, so there's no need to trouble you with such a small matter."
"Why does Miss Nan address me like that? If the Prince hears this, won't he say I'm being disrespectful?" The woman in red was a little scared.
Nanqianyue smiled quickly, "His fuss has nothing to do with me."
As she finished speaking, her gaze fell playfully on the man in blue, "Is this Deputy General Qing offering a thorny apology?"
The man in green, his eyes bright, clasped his hands and bowed, "I accidentally injured Miss Nan yesterday, and I have come today to apologize to Miss Nan and beg for her forgiveness!"
Nan Qianyue raised an eyebrow. Wasn't this a bit too exaggerated? She didn't think this was Qin Yi's arrangement.
"His Highness punished him with twenty strokes of the military rod, but considering his injuries, he postponed it for three days. If Miss Nan forgives him, she might as well plead with His Highness to reduce the number of strokes. After all, twenty strokes of the military rod would probably keep him in bed for ten days or half a month," the woman in red said kindly from the side.
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