As the moon swiftly descended southward, it drew back the curtain with a sigh.
They even bestowed upon her the title of "Poet Immortal"!
My apologies! My apologies!
"No wonder he's called the Poet Immortal! He can even compose such wonderful poems in his dreams!"
"The literary world of Dongling is about to rise!"
"I heard that the Nanjing delegation brought Mr. Mo with them this time. Isn't this just another way to embarrass us?"
"Fear not! Times have changed. Now, Dongling has produced a poet immortal. This meeting will surely restore Dongling's honor!"
"..."
As the moon moved south, she raised her hand to cover her eyes and brows, a path filled with immense regret yet one from which she had no remorse.
She knew that the rapid spread of these poems was undoubtedly due in no small part to the secret encouragement and support from the Southern Prime Minister.
They've elevated her to such a high position; if she were to accidentally fall, wouldn't she be killed?
"Green Robe, go straight back to the manor and send someone to tell your brother." She dared not linger on the street.
The Princess's Residence.
After taking the antidote last night, Qin Yuedie's boils finally subsided, and the itching and pain that had plagued her for days were gone. Now, as long as she takes good care of herself, she will still be able to attend her father's birthday banquet.
"How is Mother?" She leaned against the headboard, looking frail and boneless, but the sinister aura in her expression could not be ignored.
The palace attendant replied respectfully, her voice trembling, "Your Highness, the Empress is out of danger, but she cannot get out of bed yet and needs to rest."
Qin Yuedie did not show much worry, and only said symbolically, "Send the thousand-year-old ginseng that my father bestowed upon me to my mother."
"yes."
"Princess, your order has been brought." Another palace maid, carrying a tray, bowed as she entered the hall.
Qin Yuedie glanced at the papers on the tray, her sinister aura deepening. "Bring them forward."
"Yes." The palace servant suppressed his trembling hands and held the item up to the princess.
Every palace servant in the mansion was terrified of the Princess, living on the edge of a knife every day, with the possibility of dying at any moment.
Qin Yuedie paused, her icy gaze falling on the palace servant's trembling hand. A cold smile immediately appeared on her lips. "What are you trembling about?"
The palace maid lowered her head, trembling even more violently, "This...this servant isn't trembling."
"Heh." Qin Yuedie let out a cruel laugh, her gaze slowly sweeping over the spring flowers in the garden, and said with a charmingly light tone, "The peonies this year are a bit pale in color."
"Princess, spare me!" The palace servants knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Qin Yuedie casually waved her hand, and immediately several young guards dragged the palace servants out.
The screams of palace servants echoed through the garden where countless spring flowers were in bloom, but they soon disappeared into the dust.
Qin Yuedie maintained a calm and leisurely smile throughout. She picked up several sheets of paper filled with poems and essays, and her venomous gaze swept over them one by one.
After a long silence, she smiled with a mixture of sarcasm and calculation, "You can write poetry, huh? Well, I'll let you be smug for a few days, then I'll drag you down into the mud."
"Someone come here."
"What are your orders, Princess?"
"Have Xiaoying deliver a letter to Mr. Mo for me."
"yes."
During the southward migration of the Prime Minister's residence, Yue was summoned to the Luhua Courtyard by the Prime Minister's wife.
Instead of being scolded, the Prime Minister's wife presented several portraits of men for Nanqianyue to look at.
"Take a look, see if there's anyone you like." The Prime Minister's wife had a faint smile in her eyes.
Nanqianyue was stunned. What did he mean by "getting along"? Was it a blind date?
"……good."
There are four portraits in total. The four men each have their own unique appearance, but they all have one thing in common: at first glance, they all appear to be gentle and refined gentlemen.
During the southward migration, they would introduce whichever prime minister's wife they saw.
"This is Xu Taigong's eldest grandson, Xu Gongzi, who has inherited Xu Taigong's knowledge and is humble and polite."
"This is the eldest son of Imperial Censor Yang, Young Master Yang, who is fond of poetry and literature and is a kind and honest person."
"This is the young master of the Duke of Lu in the north of the city. The young master of Lu is skilled in literature and martial arts, and he is an upright man."
"This is your father's protégé, Huai Ren, also known as Young Master Huai. Your father has high hopes for him, and he will surely achieve great success in next year's imperial examination."
Nan Qianyue smiled and said, "Mother, are you setting me up on a blind date?"
"I do have this plan, but there's no rush. It concerns your lifelong happiness, and your mother will take her time to choose for you. After His Majesty's birthday banquet, your mother will arrange an opportunity for you to meet these gentlemen."
The Prime Minister's wife's words were so tactful that Nan Qianyue couldn't refuse. She smiled slightly and said, "I will follow my mother's arrangements."
The Prime Minister's wife ordered the portrait to be put away. A slight, lively smile appeared on her face, which bore a striking resemblance to Nan Qianyue. Although it was faint, it was enough to surprise Nan Qianyue.
Then the Prime Minister's wife said softly, "Your father has been busy all morning and didn't eat much for lunch when he got back. Now he's busy in his study. Go and bring him some snacks, and watch him eat some before you leave."
When the Southern Migration Month was about to begin, he always felt that the Prime Minister's wife had something up her sleeve. If she was worried about her father's health, why didn't she go herself?
"Okay, daughter will go right away." Despite her doubts, she had no reason to refuse.
Nanqianyue personally brought pastries to the outside of the study.
The servant guarding the door bowed and greeted her, "Young lady, the Prime Minister is discussing important matters. Why don't you give the things to me?"
Nan Qianyue smiled and said, "It's alright, I'll wait here."
The servant chuckled a few times and then said nothing more.
The commotion here was quite loud, and Nan Xiang, who was in the study, could hear it. He raised his hand to stop Huai Ren from discussing the poem "On a Title," turned to look at the door, and smiled, "Is that Qian Yue? Just come in."
Nan Qianyue smiled and slowly walked into the study carrying the pastries. "Father, Mother is worried about your health, so she asked me to bring you some pastries."
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