Inside the carriage, Nanqianyue voiced her doubts.
"Mother, did you know in advance that the guest of Qingshui Pavilion was the Crown Prince of Nan Jing?"
The Prime Minister's wife lowered her eyes slightly, exuding composure and tranquility as she recounted the entire incident.
“After Prince Anzheng entered the manor, Steward Wang was supposed to take him to Yuanmu Pavilion, but he directly asked Steward Wang to take him to you. I thought that you would listen to me and stay away from him on your own, so I didn’t plan to interfere. But then Grand Commandant Song led a large number of soldiers in and broke in, so I went over there.”
"So Mother only found out that the guest was the Crown Prince of Nanjing when she arrived at Qingshui Pavilion?" Nan Qianyue's eyes were full of admiration for the Prime Minister's wife. "Wow, Mother, you were so calm. I thought you knew beforehand."
"But why would Mother help him?" This puzzled Nan Qianyue greatly.
The Prime Minister's wife glanced at her quietly, "If the Crown Prince of Nan Jing dies at the Prime Minister's manor, Nan Jing will surely retaliate. Compared to a great nation, the Prime Minister's manor is far too insignificant. Compared to His Majesty's suspicion, the targeting of a nation is far more terrifying."
Nan Qianyue nodded, understanding. "But Mother, if His Majesty hadn't issued an edict today, we wouldn't have been able to stop Grand Commandant Song."
The Prime Minister's wife smiled knowingly, as if she had seen the coldness of the world. "Whether we can help or not, what needs to be done must be done. Besides, Prince Anzheng will not let the Crown Prince of Nanjing die at the hands of Grand Commandant Song, and the Crown Prince of Nanjing is not someone that Grand Commandant Song can arrest at will."
"As you saw today, although the Crown Prince of Nan Jing was willing to risk his life to infiltrate Dongling ahead of time for your sake, in reality, he was proceeding cautiously and everything was under his control. His Majesty's decree was his backup plan to turn the tide."
"Today's situation is probably orchestrated by him. Qian Yue, this man is extremely skilled in strategy, and his cunning and scheming are beyond your ability to contend with. You must not harbor any other thoughts; the two of you will not have a future together," the Prime Minister's wife said earnestly.
While Nanqianyue was still wondering why Xiao Chen did this and how he got the emperor to help him out of the predicament, she was speechless when she heard what the Prime Minister's wife said next.
"Don't worry, Mother, he and I are just friends."
She knew, of course, that Xiao Chen was no simple man, but she could understand it. If he were simple-minded or indecisive, he would have been eliminated by the other princes long ago.
What she couldn't understand was why he had created this situation.
"Madam, you're finally back!" The steward rushed over as soon as he saw the carriage approaching the gate.
The Prime Minister's wife lifted the curtain. "What's the matter that you're so alarmed?"
The steward said urgently, "The Princess has sent people three times, saying she wants to invite the eldest young lady to the Princess's residence."
Nan Qianyue frowned and leaned closer. "What time is it now? If they come again, just refuse them." What good intentions could the Princess possibly have?
...
As night fell, lights were lit in the villages near the capital.
The candlelight flickered in the room, and a figure flew in through the window, bringing with it a gust of wind that nearly extinguished the candlelight.
"My lord, the antidote has been delivered." Ye Jian stood straight at the window.
The man sitting on the bed applying medicine to the wound on his hand frowned slightly and said with great displeasure, "Has your lightness skill deteriorated? Be quieter next time."
Ye Jian was a little speechless, but he didn't say anything, "...Yes."
After a moment of silence...
"Is there anything else?" Xiao Chen looked up, his brows furrowed with annoyance.
Because I was defeated by Qin Yi today.
Ye Jian's poker face changed slightly, his eyes darted around, and he finally spoke the words that had been on his mind: "My lord could actually pursue Miss Nan in a different way. I think Miss Nan prefers honest people."
Xiao Chen slammed the ointment he was holding onto the table. "Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"
Ye Jian looked up at the sky, not daring to look Xiao Chen in the eye, and said, "It's a suggestion, not a lesson. My lord, please calm down. But I haven't finished yet. You can tell Miss Nan everything that happened today. Believe me, Miss Nan will understand you. At most... she'll scold you a few times."
"You can get out of here," Xiao Chen said in a low, stern voice.
Ye Jian swallowed hard, took out a book from behind his back, and used his inner strength to deliver it to the table next to Xiao Chen. He quickly said, "This is the most fashionable sketchbook. It contains many methods for pursuing women. I think it makes a lot of sense and will definitely help my lord."
"roll!"
"Alright." Ye Jian skillfully climbed out of the window.
Xiao Chen lowered his head slightly, a sinister aura emanating from beneath his handsome eyebrows. His hand, resting on the table, was still bleeding from a wound, and the bulging veins revealed his suppressed anger.
He never expected that Nan Nan's trust in Prince Anzheng far exceeded his imagination. Even though everything was under control, things didn't go as planned, and it seemed like he had worked for nothing.
bump--
Xiao Chen slammed his palm on the table, and the table shattered instantly.
The book Ye Jian brought landed right at his feet. It had a lotus-red cover with the words "The Art of Chasing Your Wife" written on it.
Xiao Chen's gaze turned cold, and he raised his foot to kick the book away, but he hesitated. After a few seconds of silence, he bent down, picked up the book, and began to read it with a frown.
Meanwhile, at the Prince Anzheng's residence.
The candlelight in the study was still burning. Qin Yi, sitting behind the ebony and pearwood desk, put down his pen, pushed aside the official documents, and took out a book from a hidden drawer. The book had a lotus-red cover and the words "The Art of Chasing a Wife" written on it.
He's already watched half of it, and the results are pretty good.
There are many methods involved, and you need to use your own judgment to select the right one.
He turned to the middle page, frowned, and continued studying, looking even more serious than when reading official documents.
...
"Young lady, it's time for you to get up."
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