The Prime Minister's wife frowned slightly. "Have you explained your purpose?"
The butler shook his head. "No, she said she wanted to see Miss Nan, and we couldn't get rid of her."
The Prime Minister's wife looked displeased. With His Majesty's birthday banquet just around the corner, she couldn't afford to make any mistakes that would give others a handle to use against her.
"Go, give her more money, and let her go."
"yes."
"Wait a minute." Nan Qianyue finally remembered Xiao Chen's words.
She stopped the steward and said to the Prime Minister's wife, "Mother, let me go take a look."
The Prime Minister's wife disagreed, saying, "When the moon is moved, one must be wary of people. We must be cautious of those of unknown origin."
"I know my mother. With so many eyes watching, a young girl shouldn't be able to cause any trouble. If I find anything amiss, I'll come back immediately."
The Prime Minister's wife looked at her for a while, then sighed softly, "Let your younger brother accompany you."
"good."
...
Outside the gate of the Prime Minister's residence, a girl dressed in plain clothes knelt quietly, refusing to utter a single word, until a graceful woman walked out of the gate, at which point she revealed a look of joy.
“Miss Nan! You’ve finally agreed to see me! My name is Ayu! I live in Maoshanji Village. My parents died when I was young, and my grandmother just passed away. I’ve been kicked out by my uncles and have nowhere to go. Please, Miss Nan, take me in!”
Nanqianyue: "..." No procedures at all? They just came up and explained everything clearly?
"So she wasn't an old acquaintance of yours, sister." Nan Yichu scratched her head, feeling sorry for her sister.
Nan Qianyue, who was standing on the steps, was about to step down when Nan Yichu grabbed her arm. "Big sister, be careful. What if it's a trap?"
The Southern Migration Month felt that... there was some truth to it.
So she looked at Ayu and said slowly, "There are many people with tragic backgrounds. What reason do you have for me to take you in?"
Ayu hurriedly pulled out a piece of paper from her bosom. "Please take a look, Miss Nan. This is a copy of your poem. I deeply admire your literary talent, and my life goal is to become your personal maid!"
Life goals... that tone was most likely taught by Xiao Chen.
Nan Yichu replied, "There are plenty of people who admire you, I don't need you." He paused, then his voice suddenly became softer, and he muttered, "You want to be my personal maid? Is being a personal maid something anyone can do?"
The man in green standing at the back heard this and nodded in strong agreement.
"Please take a look, Miss Nan!" Ayu held up the paper.
Having some suspicions, Nanqianyue instructed the steward to fetch the items.
"Young lady, look."
Nan Yichu snatched it away, saying, "Let me check first, just in case there's poison hidden inside."
These words terrified the steward. Even if there was poison hidden inside, he couldn't let the young master open it to look.
The butler reached out to snatch it back, as if he were grabbing a grenade about to explode.
But Nan Yichu was very quick and had already unfolded the folded paper without incident.
The butler immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is the poem my eldest sister recently wrote, 'A Title.' Her handwriting isn't even as good as mine," Nan Yichu couldn't help but complain, while out of the corner of her eye she noticed three strange characters written at the bottom.
Hermès?
What does this mean? Is this girl named Hermes?
Nan Qianyue raised her eyebrows. She had already seen the words "Hermes" and couldn't help but laugh. Xiao Chen was very smart. He knew what could gain her trust without letting others see through it or interfere.
"Get up. Seeing your sincerity, I'll accept you," Nan Qianyue said with a smile.
Ayu bowed excitedly, "This servant thanks you, young lady!"
"Big sister, you're already taking him in? What if Mother doesn't agree?" Nan Yichu tugged at her older sister's sleeve to remind her.
For some reason, the woman in green felt a sense of impending danger, and she quickly chimed in, "Yes, young lady, how could ordinary people willingly become slaves?"
Nanqianyue raised her hand to stop their persuasion, "I understand, Mother will definitely send someone to carefully investigate her background, and if there are any problems, she can be kicked out."
"Ayu, come here."
"Yes!" Ayu walked down the steps with a smile.
Nanqianyue then took a closer look at her appearance and found her somewhat familiar.
She stared for a while, then her eyes lit up. It was Alan. This Ayu looked somewhat like Alan.
"Do you know Alan?" Nanqianyue suddenly asked.
Ayu's pupils flickered slightly, but the smile on her face remained. She respectfully replied, "Miss, this servant does not recognize you."
Ayu's demeanor and tone didn't seem like she was lying, so Nanqianyue believed her. She thought it wasn't unusual for people to look alike, especially since she, who came from another world, could resemble the Prime Minister's wife so much.
...
The following day, the delegations from various countries arrived in the capital.
The welcoming party was quite large, led by Grand Commandant Song, the Second Prince, the Fourth Prince, and Zhuo Dianke, among others.
This shows how important this meeting is.
The massive procession entered the capital city in droves, and the streets were packed with onlookers, stretching from the city gates all the way to the embassies; not a single street was empty.
"Wow, Nanjing and Xiqiu truly deserve to be compared to our Dongling. Their spirit is truly awe-inspiring!"
"How dare you say such a thing? Be careful you don't get arrested by the authorities!"
"Exactly! They boost the morale of others while diminishing our own!"
"That's a country in the north! I've never seen it before!"
"Their clothes are so unique!"
"What's so special about them? They're just a bunch of small countries."
"..."
The festivities continued throughout the day, with the various diplomatic missions taking their rest in their respective embassies.
Zhuo Dianke was covered in sweat from exhaustion. With his back drooping, he walked out of the embassy with the help of his servant.
Grand Commandant Song then appeared with a smile, "Master Zhuo, you've worked hard!"
Zhuo Dianke clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "I am not as tired as you have been, Grand Commandant."
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