Nan Kezhi was not comforted by his words, but only forced a stiff smile, "Little brother, please don't speak of your elder sister like that."
As they were talking, the moon, which had migrated south, gracefully approached.
"Elder sister." Nan Kezhi concealed her unusual expression and bowed slightly to Nan Qianyue.
Nan Qianyue smiled and nodded, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, little sister."
Feeling neglected, Nan Yichu felt a tightness in his chest and had nowhere to vent. He glanced at the carriage and immediately found an outlet. He deliberately raised his voice to scold the steward, "Why is there only one carriage?"
The steward bowed and replied, "Young master and young lady always prepare a carriage when they go out. Young master, rest assured, this old servant has specially selected a large carriage, which is very spacious."
Nan Yichu continued to scold, "That was before. Now there's one more person. Who wants to squeeze in with her? Go and prepare another car!"
"Young master, please be careful with your words."
The steward was terrified. How dare the young master be so disrespectful to the young lady? If the Prime Minister heard this, he would also be punished.
"Shh what you're saying? Get out of here!" Nan Yichu yelled at the butler while casting a provocative glance at Nan Qianyue.
Nan Qianyue smiled gently, took a step towards the carriage, and said, "Then you can wait here, little brother. I'll go first."
"You! You stop right there! That's my sister's and my carriage. You're the one who should be waiting!" Nan Yichu shouted, pointing at Nan Qianyue's back.
“Brother, you mustn’t be rude to your elder sister.” Nan Kezhi pulled his hand down.
Just as the southward migration was about to begin, another carriage bearing the Beppu emblem rode up.
The carriage stopped a month before the southward migration, and a man dressed in a white brocade robe jumped down.
"Move!"
"Zhouzhou?"
Nanqianyue blurted out the name, but immediately realized it was wrong; how could she call him that in front of the audience in the hall?
Xie Yanzhou was unaware that she had regained her memories, and others were even more unaware of her experiences adventuring in the martial world with Xie Yanzhou.
Public opinion can be a powerful force.
Xie Yanzhou froze on the spot, stunned for a long while before the joy that welled up from the bottom of his heart gradually spread across his face. He walked step by step closer to Nanqianyue, so happy that he couldn't even speak fluently.
"Qian...Qianqian, you...you remember?"
Nan Qianyue's expression remained largely unchanged. She bowed slightly to Xie Yanzhou with a dignified demeanor, saying, "Young Master Xie, my eyes were blurry just now. Please forgive my rudeness."
Xie Yanzhou's smile froze, and just as he was feeling disappointed, he suddenly noticed that Nan Qianyue was making a special gesture with her hand resting on her abdomen.
His eyes lit up, and he immediately understood.
"No, no problem. Miss Nan, are you going to the poetry gathering? My carriage is spacious, I can give you a ride," he said politely.
Nanqianyue politely replied, "Since Young Master Xie has asked, then I would like to trouble you to give my brother a ride. My sister and I will ride in our own carriage."
Xie Yanzhou nodded politely, "No problem."
Nan Qianyue turned to look at Nan Kezhi, "Sister, come here."
Nan Kezhi loosened her grip on the handkerchief, smiled, and slowly walked over.
"Elder sister." She stood shyly beside Nan Qianyue, her eyelids slightly lowered, not daring to look up at Xie Yanzhou.
"Second Miss Nan," Xie Yanzhou greeted politely.
Nan Kezhi's fingers clenched tightly, and her cheeks flushed. "Thank you... thank you, young master." She bowed slightly.
"Let's go."
Nanqianyue turned around first, and with a leap of her long legs, she jumped over the stirrups and landed on the carriage.
"Ahem." The woman in green coughed lightly, her head bowed, and subtly tugged at Nan Qianyue's sleeve.
Nanqianyue reacted quickly, nimbly retracting her foot and stepping onto the stirrup, then slowly climbing onto the carriage.
When she used to roam the martial world with Xie Yanzhou, she was incredibly bold and unrestrained. Now that she has regained her memories and is in the same space as him, it's inevitable that she will try to emulate the image of a female knight-errant.
Xie Yanzhou noticed her little gesture, and couldn't help but smile.
Nan Yichu, who was still standing at the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence and was being ignored, wanted to curse but couldn't.
"Young master, please." Xie Yanzhou gestured to him.
Nan Yichu was actually quite willing to get to know Xie Yanzhou, because Xie Yanzhou was skilled in martial arts, and it would be great if he could teach him a couple of moves.
"Thank you." Nan Yichu clasped his hands and walked over.
Inside the carriage, Xie Yanzhou's smiling gaze fell on Nan Yichu's face. "Young Master really likes that dagger?"
"ah?"
Nan Yichu was slightly stunned for a moment, then he realized what was going on. His eyes revealed a hint of resentment and anger, and he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I knew she did it on purpose, you bad woman."
"What did you say?"
The smile on Xie Yanzhou's face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling aura.
Nan Yichu stiffened, and the temperature inside the carriage suddenly dropped. He tensed up and mumbled, "N-nothing...it's nothing."
Xie Yanzhou heard everything clearly. He wouldn't let anyone who slandered Qianqian get away with it easily, even if it was her brother. "Who are you calling a bad woman?"
Nan Yichu's heart was about to snap. He regretted riding in the same carriage as Xie Yanzhou. "I...I said...I said the wrong thing."
Xie Yanzhou really wanted to kick him off the carriage, but he held back. After all, he was Qianqian's younger brother, so he gave him some face.
"You have studied for more than ten years and should understand the principle of cultivating virtue and being close to one's relatives. When you return to the mansion, you should apologize to your eldest sister."
Nan Yichu lowered his head as he listened, his face filled with shame. Compared to Xie Yanzhou, he seemed petty and small-minded at this moment.
They're both legitimate sons, so why is there such a big difference?
In the carriage following closely behind, both young women sat upright.
Nan Qianyue held the empty teacup in her hand and twirled it from side to side. Nan Kezhi, standing beside her, pursed her lips and reached out to pick up the teapot to pour tea for her.
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