“I have Green Robe. She can help me tidy up in the carriage. You should get off quickly; consider it a ride home.”
Nanqianyue struggled to get up from his arms, moved to the side to sit, and reached out to invite him to leave.
Qin Yi, however, did not grant her wish and insisted on taking her back to the palace.
...
Nanjing, the Crown Prince's Residence.
Inside the pavilion surrounded by evergreen pines and cypresses, Crown Prince Xiao Chen, dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, sat or lay before a rosewood table, holding a piece of emerald jade inlaid with gold and diamonds in his hand.
Ye Jian, a retainer, leaned against the carved pillar with his eyes closed and arms crossed.
"Qin Yi bought the Immortal Pillow?" Xiao Chen stroked the jade with his fingertips, his deep gaze seemingly reflecting the person he longed for through the translucent jade.
Ye Jian opened his eyes, his usual indifference evident. "Yes, and it has already been used on Miss Nan. As for whether Miss Nan has regained her memory, our spies haven't found out."
After a slight pause, Ye Jian added, "Prince Anzheng should already have realized that it was you who sent the Immortal Pillow."
Xiao Chen held the jade to his lips and pressed it against them. "So what if he notices? His desire to restore Nan Nan's memories is no less than mine."
"There's one more thing." Ye Jian turned to look at Xiao Chen. "There's a man named Xie Yanzhou who is an old acquaintance of Miss Nan. According to our spies, the two are very familiar with each other and their behavior is intimate."
call--
A gentle breeze blew by, and Xiao Chen raised his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. "Find out his background thoroughly, and don't overlook any detail."
"I've already checked." Ye Jian pulled a booklet from his back and handed it to Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen gave Ye Jian a cool glance. "Next time, finish your sentence in one go. Read it aloud."
"Yes." Ye Jian put away the booklet and began to introduce Xie Yanzhou.
"Xie Yanzhou, the eldest grandson of Marquis Xie, whose mother came from a merchant family and died tragically when he was twelve. His father then made his concubine his legal wife, and the concubine took all of the original wife's dowry. That concubine even coveted—"
"Stop." Xiao Chen raised her cold eyes. "I have no interest in the infighting within the inner quarters."
Ye Jian nodded, "Yes."
"Xie Yanzhou left the Xie family the year after his mother's death and wandered the martial arts world until he returned to the Xie family three months ago, but he still went on several trips in the martial arts world along the way."
"If the information from the spies is correct, Miss Nan and he must have met in the martial arts world."
Xiao Chen's expression darkened. "Is that all?" What exactly did they investigate? Not a single crucial detail was found.
Ye Jian stared intently at Xiao Chen's expression. "Xie Yanzhou has been getting very close to Miss Nan lately. That's all."
Xiao Chen lowered his gaze, his aura heavy. Qin Yi was already difficult enough to deal with, and now Xie Yanzhou was another one.
Just then, faint footsteps grew closer. Ye Jian looked up and saw it was Uncle Yan.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Yan Bo stood outside the pavilion and bowed to Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen glanced at the document in his hand and said, "Get up and just say it."
"yes."
Yan Bogong respectfully recited the three poems.
Ye Jian frowned, a rare occurrence for him. He was skilled in swordsmanship but knew nothing about poetry. "Why is Uncle Yan reciting poetry? Is there some secret in this poem?"
"Hehe, you don't understand the secrets of scholars," Yan Bo said with a chuckle.
Ye Jian: "..." He felt insulted.
Xiao Chen tapped the table with his fingertip. "Who could possibly possess such talent?"
Yan Bo lowered his head and smiled, "Your Highness, all three poems were written by Miss Nan."
Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, a doting smile playing on his lips. "She didn't write it."
Yan Bo raised his head and said in a daze, "Your Highness, these three poems have already spread throughout Dongling. They were indeed written by Miss Nan."
Xiao Chen's smile deepened, "It wasn't her doing, but it was also her doing."
His words not only confused Yan Bo, but Ye Jian couldn't understand them either.
What does "not yet" mean? Isn't that contradictory?
"Give it to me." Xiao Chen held out his hand.
Yan Bo immediately handed over the memorial in his hand.
Xiao Chen immediately showed displeasure upon opening the book, "Where did Nan Nan write this?"
Uncle Yan was startled, thinking something serious had happened. But no, this was quite a big deal.
"Your Highness, our spies say that Miss Nan's original manuscript is in Prince Anzheng's hands, and they really can't break through Prince Anzheng's defenses." In fact, none of them dared to get close.
Xiao Chen's expression darkened again; he was deliberately keeping his distance.
It doesn't matter, he'll be able to see Nan Nan soon anyway.
——
The Prime Minister's Residence in Dongling, Qianxiang Hall.
The family of five sat according to seniority, with Nan Xiang beaming with smiles.
“Qianyue, I am truly delighted that you have such talent. It’s a pity that you have forgotten where your teacher came from, otherwise I would definitely visit you in person to express my gratitude.”
The Prime Minister's wife was unusually amiable today, saying, "They will remember eventually, and I will go to express my gratitude then."
Sitting under the moonlit sky after the southward migration, Nan Kezhi also smiled and said, "Now, my eldest sister's three poems have spread throughout the capital, and many schools are even using them as teaching materials for their students."
Nan Xiang was even happier to hear this. He laughed a few times before slowly putting his laughter away and looking at Nan Qianyue with a serious expression. “Qianyue, although you have a lot of talent, you really need to practice your calligraphy.”
“It is a great opportunity for Master Xu to invite you to study at Yimingtang. Since it is a study program, you don’t have to go every day. Master Xu and I have agreed that you will go to Yimingtang every five days, and Master Xu will personally guide you then.”
Nanqianyue had a faint smile on her face the whole time, but when she heard this, she almost lost control of her expression. To be honest, she really didn't want to go to school.
Fortunately, it's only once every five days, which is barely acceptable.
"I will follow Father's arrangements," she replied obediently.
Then the Prime Minister's wife slowly said, "Qianyue, I know you are not very familiar with the rules and etiquette of the capital. Two years ago, I left before I could teach you. This time, I have invited Granny Qiao, who teaches etiquette in the palace, to stay in your courtyard so that she can teach you every day."
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