The Prime Minister's wife gave her a reproachful look, then turned to comfort her.
"Kezhi, this is no small matter. We need to consult Aunt Liu. After His Majesty's birthday banquet, I'll find some time to take you to the estate to ask her, shall we?"
Nan Kezhi raised her head. "Okay... I'll listen to Mother."
"Madam, the Prime Minister has returned!"
The Prime Minister's wife was slightly taken aback. Why is she back? Didn't they say she wouldn't be coming back today?
"Madam! Hahaha, I'm back!" Nan Xiang stepped into Luhua Courtyard with laughter, and the children laughed even louder when they saw him.
The Prime Minister's wife scolded, "You should tone it down a bit. You're not behaving properly in front of the children."
The Prime Minister waved his hand dismissively, "Hey, Madam, you don't know, His Majesty has entrusted that thankless task of receiving the delegation to that old scoundrel, Grand Commandant Song. Hahaha, thanks to Qian Yue's bowl of noodles, I've turned misfortune into blessing!"
A blessing in disguise?
Nanqianyue, feeling both guilty and curious, asked, "Father, what... happened over there?"
Although it tastes terrible, at least it's not poisonous.
Nan Xiang raised his hand and pointed at her with a smile, "Your cooking skills... are not bad." How could he have almost betrayed his daughter?
"Hey?" Nan Xiang saw his second daughter's face covered in tears and hurriedly asked, "Why is Kezhi crying?"
Nan Kezhi hurriedly wiped away her tears, "No... I wasn't crying."
"Alright, Prime Minister, I'll have the royal physician examine you later. You should go and rest; we still need to pick out some clothes." The clever Prime Minister's wife probably guessed what had happened at court, after all, a certain gentleman had spent the entire night running to the outhouse.
"Your Madam is so considerate. I won't disturb you any longer." The Prime Minister of the South withdrew voluntarily.
“Big sister, I think this suits you perfectly!” Nan Yichu said earnestly, pointing to a yellowish-brown ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).
The Prime Minister's wife spoke coldly, "That was made according to your second sister's size; your eldest sister's is over here."
Nan Yichu patted her mouth, "Oh, oh, oh."
Just then, the steward rushed over and said, "Madam, a girl of about sixteen or seventeen has come to the gate. She is kneeling at the door and won't get up. She says she wants to see... Miss Nan? I don't know if she means the eldest or the second young lady."
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