Nan Yi stood there dumbfounded. What had she done to offend Consort De? She could have stayed home peacefully, yet disaster still struck her.
Yinzhen knew the reason: he had been spoiling Yi'er too much lately, which had alarmed his mother.
"I wonder what rules she's going to teach me so I can know them first," Nan thought to herself. She thought Consort De had nothing better to do than cause her trouble. She secretly prayed that she wouldn't be asked to copy books.
"I copied down many rules and precepts for women, and tried to calm my mind and body," she said in a flat, monotonous voice, as if nothing could move her hardened heart.
Nan Yining choked with sobs. What she said had come true. She didn't know how to write calligraphy or traditional Chinese characters. What was she going to do?
She secretly tugged at Yinzhen's sleeve, hoping the Fourth Prince would come to her rescue. Yinzhen pulled the sleeve away, secretly curling the corners of his mouth. This time, he really couldn't help her.
Nan Yi was frustrated and could only fight for her last bit of freedom. "Since it is Her Majesty's decree, Yilan will obey. However... let me rest up first. I will start learning the rules tomorrow. What do you say?"
She glanced at the old woman with a warning look, hoping the old woman would be smart and back down a bit. In her territory, if someone offended her, she had ways to make them suffer in silence. There was still something she hadn't done, and it bothered her when it was on her mind.
The old woman saw it, of course. She didn't want to offend anyone too much. She understood the principle of leaving room for maneuver and that fortunes change, so she casually replied, "That's for sure."
"Qingfeng, take Granny down to rest and treat her well," the voice said, sounding rather exasperated.
After the servants left, she glanced at the person beside her and said irritably, "Why are you still sitting here? Master, you should go back too. I don't have time to entertain you today."
She looked like a brothel madam, flung her handkerchief, and swayed her hips as she entered the inner room.
His good mood instantly turned sour. He couldn't beg him for anything, nor did he need to rely on him for food. He was too lazy to flatter him. It was a classic case of marrying a wife and then throwing the matchmaker over the wall.
Yinzhen wasn't angry at her attitude, nor did he go in to coax her. He shook his head inwardly, got up, and left. Whether his mother sent someone or not, he needed time to think about his unusual behavior over the past few days.
Nan Yi paced back and forth in the room, thinking about how to deal with Consort De's people; she had no time to talk to her.
When the mistress heard about this, she and her lover felt indignant and discussed countermeasures together. However, after talking for a long time, they still couldn't come up with a solution. Finally, Yiren said fiercely, "Master, I think we shouldn't think about anything else. We should just throw money at her. I don't believe she won't be tempted."
Nan Yi clapped his hands in praise, "This is a good method. Let's do it this way. The most direct approach is often the most effective."
"But..." she added worriedly, "they said they want me to copy books, which I hate the most. Do any of you know how to write?"
The two girls shook their heads; they recognized a few characters, but couldn't write them. Nan Yi looked at them with disappointment and said helplessly, "Forget it, we'll talk about it later. I'm going out tonight; you two keep an eye on the gate."
The two girls exchanged a helpless glance and nodded, but the thought of getting more money made them happy again.
"This servant obeys, but Master must return as soon as possible," Yiren instructed.
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Eighth Prince's Mansion
The moon is beautiful tonight. The Eighth Prince sits in the pavilion, drinking a little wine, feeling increasingly depressed. The days he longs to see his beloved but cannot are like years passing by.
When Nan Yi sneaked in, he tried to climb over the wall and saw the Eighth Prince drinking alone, with several eunuchs standing beside him.
Perfect, it saved her the time of looking for him. Nan Yi leaned over the wall, thinking about how to distract those people.
After thinking for a while without coming up with a solution, Nan Yi unconsciously groped along the wall, picked up a hard stone, and casually threw it behind the Eighth Prince.
Ba A didn't notice, but when the second blow landed, he glanced back, then turned back, and looked again. There seemed to be a round, dark shadow flashing on the wall just now, but it was gone.
When he sensed something amiss behind him for the third time, a thought flashed through his mind, and he instructed Xiao Li, "Take them away. I'll be alone for a while."
"twitter."
After everyone had gone, the Eighth Prince hurried to the base of the wall and asked expectantly, "Nan Yi?"
Her voice held a hint of caution; she was thinking of her, and then she appeared, yet she feared it might not be her.
Heaven did not disappoint him. She peeked out and chuckled softly in the moonlight, "It is indeed me. I need to talk to you."
The Eighth Prince pressed his pounding chest, joy filling his chest and flowing into his limbs, as if he had come back to life. He said softly, "Okay, you can get down now."
"Will we be discovered?" Nan Yi hesitated.
The Eighth Prince handed it over, saying, "Jump down, I'll catch you, you won't notice."
Nan Yi tilted her head and looked him up and down, teasingly asking, "You, are you sure you can do it?"
Upon hearing these slightly ambiguous words, the Eighth Prince smiled faintly and gently coaxed, "Just jump down."
With her small, slender figure, he was a prince, skilled in the Six Arts, and had even seen battles. He wouldn't be able to catch her.
Nan Yi sat on the wall and said, "I jumped," before falling into the Eighth Prince's open arms. The Eighth Prince caught her steadily and took two steps back to stop.
"Is it heavy?" Nan asked excitedly as the person hung around his neck. The feeling of flying down just now was really nice.
The Eighth Prince lifted the body in his arms and smiled, "She's not heavy. You should gain more weight." He knew she could eat a lot, but she was not fat. She had a slender figure and a graceful posture.
He didn't put her down, but carried her on his back. Nan Yi nestled in his arms for a while and said, "You carry me on your back. It was always my senior brother who carried me before."
The Eighth Prince paused, stopped, put her down, and squatted down. Nan Yi jumped on top of him, waiting for the Eighth Prince to lift her up.
On the dark, winding path, neither of them spoke. She pondered, lost in thought, what was the meaning of her coming to the Qing Dynasty? Why didn't she transmigrate to his side? Such an outstanding person, he was always so gentle and tolerant, giving her the feeling of a brother and a father. How happy the woman who married him would be.
The Eighth Prince, however, wished for the road to be longer, for his steps to be smaller, for time to slow down, so that they could grow old together. The beauty he shared with her always felt like it was stolen, so he was restless day and night, torn between two choices, yet he would forget everything else when he saw her.
Nan Yi swung his legs on his back and urged him to walk faster, "Call the Tenth Prince over later."
Sensing something amiss in her tone, he asked with slight suspicion, "Did your tenth brother offend you?"
"Hmph, I'm going to give him a beating. If you try to mediate, I'll break off all ties with you." She's going to turn him into a hollow radish.
The Eighth Prince chuckled, "What did he do to offend you, Miss?"
Nan Yi was indignant. "You don't know, I can't even bring myself to talk about what he did." Then he told him about Xiao Ran's affair. "Tell me, did he deserve to be beaten? Humph, he's indiscriminate in his pursuit of pleasure, always abandoning people indiscriminately. I seriously despise him."
Eighth Brother smiled wryly. In his opinion, it was a very ordinary little thing. However, since she was so indignant, he couldn't say anything. It was better for his tenth brother to be scolded than for him to be scolded.
Only Xiao Li was at the door of the study. He hid her first and then instructed Xiao Li to find the Tenth Prince to come to the mansion for a meeting.
His study, like his other room, was clean and tidy. It contained few things, but everything was just right, making it pleasing to the eye. The Eighth Prince placed her on a soft couch behind a screen, where she was dressed as a maid under the lamplight.
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