Wan Shi Lou.
Inside the secluded private room, the beautiful woman watched the two people walk in hand in hand, her brows slightly furrowed.
But he quickly smiled again, "Your Highness and Miss Nan are really not strangers."
Qin Yi pulled Nan Qianyue to sit down opposite the beautiful woman, his eyes expressionless. "What brings Your Highness, the Imperial Concubine, to me?"
Consort Yang personally poured two cups of tea for Qin Yi and Nan Qianyue, her expression composed and straightforward.
"I would like to ask Your Highness to protect the Fourth Prince and wish him a successful ascension to the throne."
Nanqianyue paused slightly as she served tea. This Imperial Concubine is quite outspoken.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Qin Yi's brow. "In that case, I don't want to hear it a second time."
With pleading eyes and an earnest tone, Yang Guifei said, "Weiming has already been assassinated three times. Your Highness should be able to guess who killed him. My family is not skilled in martial arts, and I'm afraid we won't be able to defend against those hidden arrows."
"Weiming and Yuexin have always regarded Your Highness as their role model. Now that they are being targeted, we beg Your Highness to protect them."
A hush fell over the room. After a long silence, Qin Yi slowly said, "We can protect each other. As for the throne, there's no need to resort to any tricks."
Consort Yang frowned slightly, her pleading growing stronger, "The inscription is not wrong, Your Highness, please take a close look at him."
Qin Yi simply drank his tea and ignored her.
When Consort Yang saw the emperor moving south, her eyes welled up with tears. So she kindly reminded him, "What he meant was that the fourth prince was worthy of the dragon throne, and it was only natural that the fourth prince would ascend the throne."
A glint of light appeared in Yang Guifei's moist eyes, then she looked at Qin Yi with a hint of speculation, "Then Your Highness..."
Nan Qianyue chuckled, "He has no interest in the throne, Your Majesty need not worry."
Consort Yang felt a sense of relief in her chest. She was suddenly glad that Prince Anzheng had brought the Southern Migration Moon with him. Perhaps, if there were any problems, asking the Southern Migration Moon would be more effective.
Consort Yang looked at Nan Qianyue with a faint smile and asked, "What does Miss Nan think of the Fourth Prince?"
Nan Qianyue raised an eyebrow slightly, "He and the Fifth Princess are both very cute."
This answer surprised Yang Guifei, but it warmed her heart even more.
She didn't actually crave for her son to ascend the throne; it was just that given the current situation, if he didn't, he would become someone else's prey, at their mercy.
"I'm glad Miss Nan likes it." Yang Guifei's sincere smile inevitably contained a hint of flattery.
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Inside the carriage, Nanqianyue couldn't suppress her curiosity.
"Why did the old emperor suddenly fall seriously ill? And why is the news being suppressed and not being released?"
Qin Yi patiently explained, "It was Consort Xian who had been slowly poisoning him. The imperial physician's diagnosis was an illness, not a poison."
"The old emperor believed he could recover, so he suppressed the news to prevent the officials from pressuring him to establish a crown prince."
Nanqianyue pouted, "But he will die eventually. We can't keep clinging to power forever."
Qin Yi pinched her cheek. "Let's not talk about him anymore. Right now, the most important thing is our wedding."
After her unhappiness vanished, a smile appeared on her face as she moved south. "If you marry me, you can't marry anyone else, okay?"
Qin Yi leaned closer to her, raised three fingers and swore, "If I have any connection with any other woman, may I be torn to pieces, my soul fall into the deepest hell, and never be able to be reborn."
What a vicious oath.
Nanqianyue smiled contentedly, tilted her head back and placed a kiss on his lips, "There's something I think I should tell you."
Qin Yi, who was about to start kissing, stopped.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes. "Is it about what happened between you and the Crown Prince of Nan Jing two years ago?"
Nan Qianyue nodded, lowered her eyes, and said, "I did promise him that I would try to develop a romantic relationship with him."
Qin Yi's expression darkened slightly, and he said coldly, "And then?"
Nan Qianyue said with certainty, "But I assure you I have never had such thoughts about him. Not long after I agreed to his proposal, I was taken to the border of Dongling by the Empress's people and then fell off a cliff. You saw it."
"Hmm." Qin Yi glanced lightly out the window and changed the subject, "Are you going back to the Prime Minister's residence or the Prince's residence?"
Nanqianyue raised the corners of her eyebrows and smiled, "Are you angry?"
Qin Yi lowered his eyes, gazing intently into her clear, bright eyes. "It's heartache."
"It's my fault, I didn't protect you well."
Touched by the sight of Nanqian Yue, she hugged his waist and snuggled into his arms.
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As the days went by, the Prime Minister's residence became more and more lively.
The journey south became more and more tiring each day.
"Mother, I've already tried on so many clothes, do I need to try on any more?"
This is much more tiring than shooting for a magazine.
Nanqianyue clung to the pillar, refusing to let go; she was now afraid even of the Prime Minister's wife.
The Prime Minister's wife smiled and said, "With so many people serving you, you won't get tired. Come in and try on this batch; these are all new styles."
"Big sister, let me help you." Nan Kezhi pulled Nan Qianyue inside with a beaming smile.
After trying on these clothes, Nanqianyue collapsed into a chair, refusing to get up again.
The Prime Minister's wife and Nan Kezhi were having a lively discussion about which outfit looked good and which didn't.
"Madam." The steward of the household accounts respectfully approached, carrying a stack of slips.
"This old servant has checked it several times. Please take a look and see if you are satisfied."
The Prime Minister's wife took the list and walked to Nan Qianyue's side. "Qianyue, take a look at the dowry your mother has prepared for you. If you are not satisfied, your mother will add more."
"Satisfied, satisfied." Nan Qianyue replied perfunctorily without even looking at the message.
The Prime Minister's wife gave the old woman a look, "Help the young lady up."
Granny Wang and Granny Kong set up the southward-moving moon on either side.
The Prime Minister's wife and Nan Kezhi slowly unfolded the gift list before Nan Qianyue's eyes.
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