Wan Hua Lou.
As he moved south, Yue Xin took the prize money with satisfaction, drew his sword, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Wow, that's great.
Xie Yanzhou gave a warning glance around, and those eyes that were staring at Nan Qianyue immediately pretended to look away for a moment, then continued to stare at the "fairy".
She was truly beautiful. The mask covering half her face didn't diminish her beauty; instead, it added a mysterious and dreamlike quality, stimulating everyone's desire to explore.
"Qianqian, let's go upstairs first, there are too many people downstairs." He didn't like Qianqian being stared at by so many people.
Although most people appreciate it, there are some with impure motives, and I really want to gouge out their eyes.
"Alright!" Nan Qianyue's attention was entirely on the sword. She walked and swung it, immersing herself in the world of a martial arts master.
Xie Yanzhou acted like a bodyguard, intimidating those who tried to get close with his eyes, but people still managed to slip through his fingers.
Just as the two stepped onto the seventh floor, a pretty young woman carrying tea rushed over from around the corner and bumped into Nan Qianyue.
"ah."
"This servant deserves to die! This servant did not mean to offend you, Your Excellency! Please spare my life!" The maidservant knelt on the ground in fear.
Xie Yanzhou glanced at Nan Qianyue's skirt, which was soaked with tea, and couldn't help but furrow his brows.
"It's nothing, just a little bit of my skirt got wet. I'll change it later anyway."
Nanqianyue smiled and bent down to help Nü'e up, but as she helped her up, the smile on her face paused for a moment, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.
But she didn't say anything.
The maidservant bowed and withdrew. Nanqianyue clenched her fist, inside which was the note the maidservant had given her.
Inside the private room, Nan Qianyue placed the sword on the table and turned to look at Xie Yanzhou, "Does this sword have a name?"
Xie Yanzhou picked up the wine pot again and took a drink. Wine stains clung to his lips, which he wiped away with his sleeve, looking quite unruly. "Not yet, just waiting for you to give it a name."
Nanqianyue frowned and said with disdain, "Drink less, don't act like an alcoholic."
"Oh." Xie Yanzhou obediently threw away the wine pot, sat up straight, and adopted a serious and aloof demeanor. He looked at Nan Qianyue and asked, "Do I still look like a drunkard like this?"
Nanqian Yue clicked her tongue, half-lifted her eyelids, and looked at him with an expression that said, "Let's see how long you can keep up this act." She said, "Why don't we go back? I'm afraid my mother will be unhappy if we go back too late."
It was already very late, and the Prime Minister's wife must have been angry long ago.
As if on cue, the door to the private room was knocked on almost at the very end of the southern migration month.
Then a familiar voice came, "Miss, Madam has ordered me to come and take you back to the manor."
It's Lin Fei.
Nanqian Yue's heart skipped a beat, and her legs trembled twice when she stood up.
Oh no, I'm going to get yelled at.
Nanqianyue tossed the sword to Xie Yanzhou and hurriedly said, "Keep this safe for me. I'm leaving now. You can leave later."
Xie Yanzhou sat obediently without moving, watching her fleeing figure, and couldn't help but chuckle. However, the smile gradually disappeared in an instant, and a look of worry crept into his brows.
He wondered if the Prime Minister's wife would accept a son-in-law like him.
Just then, a cool breeze blew past him from behind. A dark glint flashed in his eyes, but he remained calm and composed, picking up the tea on the table and drinking it with a sip.
Zheng—
The sound of a longsword being drawn rang out behind him, followed by a fierce gust of wind that swept towards his neck, carrying a murderous aura and aiming straight for his life.
Xie Yanzhou curled his lips into a cold smile, slammed his hand on the table, and leaped into the air. His long legs spun nimbly in the air, and several silver needles flew out at the same time.
As the assassin parried with his sword and prepared to strike again, a sword thrust came straight at him. He narrowed his eyes, and instead of dodging, he met the attack with a vicious counterattack...
Inside the carriage, only then did Nanqian Yue dare to take out the note that Nü'e had slipped to her. She slowly unfolded it and saw that it read:
Nan Nan, let's meet at Beimuyang Mountain Villa on the outskirts of Beijing tomorrow at Shenshi (3-5 PM).
Note: Hermès
Muyang Mountain Villa?
Where is that?
The southward migration is a bit of a headache. Today I offended the Prime Minister's wife, and I'm afraid I won't be able to leave the mansion tomorrow.
To Nanqianyue's surprise, upon returning to the manor, there was no scolding or punishment awaiting her; everyone was asleep.
Nan Qianyue returned to her courtyard with a secret smile, unaware that a scolding awaited her. Instead, the Prime Minister's wife, in a fit of rage, was coaxed and tricked back to Luhua Courtyard by Nan Qianyue.
"Yingshu, calm down. We can talk about it during the day. Qianyue wrote another masterpiece today and also gave guidance to those students all day. It's fine for her to have some fun after working so hard."
"What are you saying? You make it sound like I'm heartless. I just wanted to warn her that young ladies shouldn't stay out at night. Am I wrong?"
"You're right, you're right. Qian Yue did lose her composure. I won't interfere when you talk to her about it tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Nan Xingzhuo, if you want to cover it up, just say so. I'm going to Muyang Manor to check the accounts tomorrow, I don't have time to deal with her."
"Then take her with you, and we can talk as we go."
...
The Imperial Palace, Fengyi Palace.
The woman on the phoenix bed was emaciated, and a large group of palace maids knelt down beside her.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty said..."
"What did you say!" Empress Song's voice was hoarse as if it had been run over by a wheel, and the words she shouted out in her anxiety and anger were even more bizarre.
The palace servant kowtowed to the ground, his body trembling like a leaf. "His Majesty said... said that one should think before acting... and bear the consequences of one's own actions."
"Cough! Ugh!" Empress Song was furious and spat out another mouthful of blood.
The palace servants were terrified, "Your Majesty!"
"Quickly! Summon the imperial physician! Her Majesty has vomited blood again!"
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