When she moved south, Yue didn't let Green Robe follow her. She wandered around on her own, and no one knew where she ended up.
This resort is really big; the chance of getting lost is as high as 80%.
However, the southward migration month was not worried, because there would occasionally be passing servants.
Wow, these trees are trimmed so well, they look amazing!
Standing under a Podocarpus macrophyllus tree, Nanqianyue patted the strong and sturdy trunk with both hands and looked up at the distinct layers and majestic branches and leaves.
"Miss Nan."
"Ah!" A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Nan Qianyue.
She patted her chest, turned around angrily, and pointed at the person who came in, criticizing, "Ye Jian, Ye Jian, can't you make a sound when you walk? You almost scared the soul out of my body!"
Ye Jian, with a poker face, said, "I didn't leave."
"Huh?" Nan Qianyue frowned and tilted her head.
"I flew here."
"..." He was unable to refute it.
Nanqianyue leaned against the tree trunk with her arms crossed. "Isn't it not time yet? Why are you here?"
Holding his sword, Ye Jian's cold and hard face showed no extra emotion. He looked up at the Podocarpus macrophyllus and said, "It's not time yet. I was bored, so I flew around a few times and by chance, I met Miss Nan."
"Did I disturb Miss Nan's enjoyment of this tree?"
Nan Qianyue looked up and said, "...It's not really a question of where Xiao Chen is. Should we go there now?"
Ye Jian continued in a curt voice, "My lord is in Qingshui Pavilion. As for whether I should take you there now... I'll go ask."
"Huh?" Nan Qianyue reached out to call him back, but the man's lightness skill was so good that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Nanqianyue raised an eyebrow. "So particular? Do we have to meet at the agreed time?"
"Young lady! Oh dear, I've finally found you!" The steward came running over, panting.
Nanqianyue turned her head and asked absentmindedly, "What is it?"
Before the steward could even catch his breath, he hurriedly said, "Madam...Madam asked me to tell the eldest young lady that Prince Anzheng is coming to the manor as a guest today. Madam said you should know what to do. Oh dear, my old bones are getting loose."
"Who did you say is coming?!" Nan Qianyue grabbed the steward's sleeve, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets in shock.
The steward was stunned for a moment. "Prince Anzheng, what's wrong, young lady?" Aren't you closely related to Prince Anzheng? Why do you look so frightened?
The person in charge naturally dared not say this aloud.
"Ugh!" Nan Qianyue slapped her forehead, spun around a few times, and suddenly grabbed the steward, "Are there any guests at Qingshui Pavilion today?"
The manager nodded blankly, "Ah, yes... there are guests."
"Do you know where the guest came from?"
"...Yes, he is the son of the Ye family in the north of the city."
Master Ye? That must be a fake identity Xiao Chen is using.
Nan Qianyue hurriedly instructed, "I'll just wander around Qingshui Pavilion. When Prince Anzheng arrives, take him to another pavilion. In short, the farther away from me the better. Also, tell Mother, she'll understand. Go quickly!"
The steward, dazed, absorbed Nan Qianyue's words, "Oh, oh, this old servant will go right away."
"Wait a minute, how do we get to Qingshui Pavilion?" Nan Qianyue pulled the manager back again.
The steward pointed in a direction, and Nanqianyue lifted her skirt and ran.
This completely confused the manager.
The Prince Anzheng is coming. Shouldn't the eldest daughter be excitedly going to greet him? Why is she hiding? Could it be that the madam doesn't allow her to have contact with the Prince Anzheng?
Yes, that's possible. Otherwise, how could the young lady have explained things to the madam?
The southward migration continued without stopping for a moment until it saw the pavilion standing above the pond, at which point it stopped to catch its breath.
She glanced up at the plaque, which read "Qingshui Pavilion," so at least she hadn't come to the wrong place.
"Miss Nan? I was just about to come and meet you." Ye Jian stood on the balcony, showing no intention of coming down.
Nanqianyue ignored him, propped himself up and continued walking, and after crossing the curved bridge, he arrived at the pavilion.
The pavilion has two floors. The first floor is well-ventilated and has facilities for playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and other forms of entertainment. The second floor has private rooms for tea and relaxation, as well as a terrace for enjoying the scenery and sunshine.
As Nan Qianyue climbed the stairs, holding onto the handrail, a sense of familiarity welled up in her heart. Why did it feel like she had to climb stairs every time she saw Xiao Chen?
She shook her head helplessly.
"Miss Nan, why are you in such a hurry?" Ye Jian asked curiously, looking at Nan Qianyue, who was hunched over and panting as she climbed up.
Nan Qianyue glanced at him, "Where's Xiao Chen?"
Ye Jian gestured with his chin towards the private room, "It's inside."
Without hesitation, he stepped over the balcony to the door of the private room, pulled it open, and slipped inside, then immediately closed it again.
Ye Jian: ? ? ? So eager to see the lord, it seems the lord will finally win the beauty's heart.
However, the lord has been in a bad mood since last night. He just scolded him, saying that he was a blockhead and didn't even know to bring the person over when they met him.
"How did this sword end up in your hands?" Nan Qianyue noticed the sword on the table in front of Xiao Chen at a glance.
Isn't that the sword she and Xie Yanzhou won last night?
Xiao Chen sat behind the desk, his dark eyes suppressing a multitude of emotions, silently watching Nan Qianyue without uttering a word.
Nanqianyue walked over, picked up the sword on the table, and drew it.
“That’s the sword.” Nan Qianyue examined the sword in her hand carefully, her tone very certain, completely unaware of the dark glint that flashed in Xiao Chen’s eyes.
"Xiao Chen? Why aren't you saying anything? Why is this sword in your hand?" Nan Qianyue sat down next to him and tilted her head to ask.
Xiao Chen turned his face away in frustration, ignoring her.
Nan Qianyue was completely bewildered. Sheathed her sword and nudged Xiao Chen with her elbow. "What's wrong with you? Who made you angry? Was it Ye Jian? If it is, I'll go and slash him a few times right now, and let this sword see some blood."
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