Inside the tents of the Eastern Mausoleum military camp, where the troops were relocated during the Southern Expedition.
Nan Xiang fussed over Nan Qianyue for a long time, and Nan Qianyue finally understood that the person in front of her just looked like her father, but was not her biological father.
No wonder Qin Yi said that when she first met Nan Xiang, she hugged him and cried, and was even willing to recognize him as her father.
Having an identity is definitely not an option here. Qin Yi said that in order to silence public opinion, she was given the identity of the daughter of the Southern Prime Minister. But why does the Southern Prime Minister seem to dislike Qin Yi so much? It seems that I need to have a talk with Qin Yi before going to the capital.
"Qianyue, do you really remember nothing?" Nanxiang asked, his eyes filled with worry.
Nan Qianyue nodded and looked up at General Huang, who was pacing back and forth outside the tent. She was puzzled. This General Huang was very strange. Why was he standing there like a surveillance camera?
"Father, I don't remember anything from before." She had no choice but to acknowledge this father as her first, lest she be treated as an unregistered resident.
Nan Xiang patted her hand affectionately, then realized something was wrong. He looked down and immediately frowned. "How did you hurt your hand?"
Nan Qianyue smiled and said, "It was an accident. Doctor Bai used the best medicine for me, so Father doesn't need to worry."
"Prime Minister, General Yan and the others have arrived," General Huang suddenly announced.
Nan Xiang immediately composed himself. "Qian Yue, you should rest well first. Your father is going to see a few people."
“Okay.” Nan Qianyue nodded obediently.
After Nan Xiang left, Nan Qianyue didn't stay in the tent for long before leaving to find Qin Yi.
Similarly, she randomly grabbed a soldier and asked, "Have you seen Qin Yi?"
The soldier clenched his teeth and said, "Fine...it seems to be in the main tent."
The main tent?
I vaguely remember the southward migration month; it was very close to the wounded soldiers' camp.
She didn't ask for directions again, and relied on her memory to arrive near the wounded soldiers' camp. The large tent was very obvious, just like its name, it was very big and could be recognized at a glance.
She walked towards the main tent, and could hear the man's pleas for mercy from afar.
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