He must have said something wrong.
For so many days now, not to mention in Southern Qi, even back in Northern Rong, it's common knowledge that Brother Xu has always liked Sister. He wants Sister to be happy more than anyone else.
However, although his sister was kind to him and listened to him, she never truly opened her heart to him.
"Young master, it's time to study."
A eunuch stepped forward to remind him, his voice noticeably weak.
However, Xie Danling did not resist or show displeasure as before, but nodded and said, "Let's begin."
The eunuch was slightly startled, but after a moment, he felt relieved.
As expected, the young master listens to the eldest princess the most.
...
Inside a camp on the North Rong border.
"Cough cough, your plan failed. Look, I was sent back after taking a sword."
Yuwen comforted his bandaged abdomen, his breath unsteady as he spoke.
Yuwen Yao stood to the side, looking at Yuwen An, but did not speak immediately; instead, he remained silent.
"You don't need to worry too much, that..."
Yuwen An sighed, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. "Her cough seems to have improved a lot, and she has so many people around her who are taking good care of her."
"Yeah."
Yuwen Yao said, and after a moment, he took out a piece of Xuan paper from the side and said, "Why don't you draw something?"
"I……"
Yuwen An paused, "Yuwen Yao, you just saw her last night."
"She was in disguise."
"I won't paint," Yuwen An said through gritted teeth. "I'm injured."
Yuwen Yao glanced at him, his face expressionless. "Then forget it." With that, he picked up his brush and began to draw.
Yuwen An felt somewhat stifled, "...What about Yu Qingyi?"
"You know, whatever she wants, I'll give her."
"...Well, and you succeeded. She didn't mention it once. Women's hearts are fickle. I think she's really almost forgotten your love."
Yuwen An spoke these words with considerable resentment and anger.
Yuwen Yao, however, paused slightly while painting. Although he did not utter another word, the sorrowful aura in his eyes emanated from the camp, and an endless chill could be felt within a hundred miles.
"If you really can't bear to part with her, why bother? Just drag her down with you into hell. I think she might be willing to do that."
“She doesn’t belong in hell, and, as you said, she has forgotten me.”
"yes."
Looking at Yuwen Yao, who seemed to be dead, Yuwen An almost shouted in a fit of pique, "Do you know that if you don't go back to Beirong Capital, it won't be her who dies, but you?"
This roar was an outburst, a venting of resentment, a lament for their lack of urgency, and a fury at their misfortune.
Compared to Yuwen An's furious roar and near-ferocious expression, Yuwen Yao remained extremely calm, then smiled, his voice chilling to the bone, "Dead, how wonderful."
...
Two days later.
Nanfeng arrived at the border.
"Nan Lingqin, where is Yu Qingyi?"
Nan Fenghuang rushed into the city garrison, covered in dust from her journey.
Because Nan Lingqin had been coughing occasionally at night for the past few days, she no longer stayed at the camp but moved into the city garrison. As soon as the door opened, Nan Fenghuang rushed in and sighed irritably, "Not dead, still alive."
"Of course I know he's alive. You consider him a friend, how could you let him die?"
Nan Fenghuang was slightly out of breath. "Where is he?"
"They're being arranged in the West Wing. They're hostages we've taken in, so we have to go through the motions. Otherwise, if the Northern Emperor hears the news, he might think they've been bribed to betray the country."
"oh."
Nan Fenghuang nodded in agreement, then looked at Nan Lingqin, "Then you..."
"Don't worry, I haven't seen him since he was captured. I'm so beautiful, I don't want to steal your thunder. Go out, turn left, turn right, and go through three courtyards to the very end. That's the place."
As Nan Lingqin spoke, she calmly sat down. Qingxia, who was standing beside her, quickly ladled out some porridge for Nan Lingqin and handed it to her, saying, "Princess, you can eat now."
Nan Fenghuang stood there motionless, looking at Nan Lingqin with deep eyes. "You just said that you haven't seen Yu Qingyi since he arrived?"
"Um."
"Why?"
"Wasn't it very clear just now?"
"oh."
Nan Fenghuang said "Oh" again, stared at Nan Lingqin for a long time, then suddenly rolled up her sleeves and sat down directly opposite Nan Lingqin. She also nodded to Qingxia, "Give me a bowl of porridge too."
"yes."
Seeing that Nan Lingqin didn't say anything, Qingxia immediately served Nan Fenghuang a bowl and took it over.
"They were all rushing around just now, but now they've disappeared again."
Nan Lingqin finished her bowl of porridge and let Qingxia take the bowl before speaking.
Nan Fenghuang lowered her head and drank her porridge. "I am a princess of Southern Qi. How can I tarnish my image for the sake of a prisoner? If word gets out, it will be a disgrace to the dignity of Southern Qi."
"Pack!"
Nan Lingqin stood up. "If you're not going, then I will."
"Wait, let's go together."
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