Although Tan Zong had just pledged allegiance, he felt surprised inside, but these were his master’s private matters, and he was not aware of the details. Besides, from the looks of it, the person living here seed to be not particularly favored...
However, if his master really cared, then he should...
Especially since, in the future, his master would be the Monarch of Nann State, and the future Queen would certainly be a noblewoman who could bring help to his master and support his master’s family.
Tan Zong’s mind was sowhat in disarray, and he stopped his own footsteps from advancing any further.
Could his master be blad? His master had grown up here without anyone to guide him; finding a bit of solace here was a stroke of luck for his master.
Nanny Yun glanced at this unfamiliar man, dressed in nondescript gray clothing but seemingly strong, better than that San He at least.
"New here?" Nanny Yun stood up. Why are you standing around here?
Tan Zong was taken aback and felt that this nanny was a bit odd. Is it not strange that they did not realize this was a secret rendezvous?
"Yes," Tan Zong replied, nodding honestly nevertheless.
Upon hearing him, Nanny Yun thought he seed strong, but his brain was not as sharp as San He’s.
"Where is San He? Is he sick?" Nanny Yun still thought that the little fellow was more clever and could talk well.
San He? The little eunuch who followed his master?
"San He is sick." He should be; considering he served his master diligently, Tan Zong had no intention of killing him, but still had soone watch over him to ensure the matter of their coming to Nanzheng State remained a secret.
"Oh," Nanny Yun nodded, no wonder he didn’t understand the rules.
"You sit down. Let Xing Yu find you a seat." Although Nann Yu hadn’t visited for quite a while, whenever he did co, the Commandery Princess did not turn him away.
Tan Zong was startled and instinctively wanted to refuse, but on others’ turf, and judging by the situation, refusal was not an option. Without further words, he followed Xing Yu down to the front courtyard where he was given a stool to sit on and handed a plate of pastries to hold.
Tan Zong wanted to throw away the pastries, and just as he lifted his hand, he t Xing Yu’s very displeased and angry eyes. For so reason, he suddenly didn’t dare to throw them away.
"Thank you, miss," Tan Zong began, feeling unwelco. But indeed, the girl possessed remarkable strength; the force with which she had thrown the plate at him would have knocked over an ordinary person.
Xing Yu did not respond; she turned around and walked away, disliking Nann Yu increasingly, finding him too presumptuous.
Nanny Yun pulled on Xing Yu, giving her a stern look, reprimanding her for her temper.
Xing Yu glanced at the inner courtyard, wondering why Nann Yu had co again.
Nanny Yun motioned as if to strike Xing Yu; did she really want the Commandery Princess to fall for the one from the Crown Prince’s Mansion? That would truly be an unacceptable attachnt.
Xing Yu pouted; wasn’t there also the Fourth Prince? He was obedient and took very good care of them.
Nanny Yun slapped her hand on Xing Yu’s shoulder. Zheng Haoyuan—what difference did it make? Wasn’t it all the sa, all cousins? Would changing it make a difference?
Dragging Xing Yu, Nanny Yun headed towards the outer courtyard, well aware that this young man was a hostage without any backing in Nanzheng State, easy to control. She was looking out for the Commandery Princess’s best interests. If things continued this way, the Commandery Princess and the Crown Prince would have no future. Although Nann Yu was nothing significant, he had one thing going for him—he was handso.
As ti passed and she grew up, the Commandery Princess would have soone to end up with, with Prince Duan also in the picture. She had also inquired from San He; now that Nann Yu’s maternal family was gone, the likelihood of his returning was even less.
Therefore, that was the real reason behind Nanny Yun’s continuous promotion of Nann Yu. Seeing the Commandery Princess growing more and more deeply attached to Zheng Congyuan day by day, she was more anxious than anyone and knew better than anyone that such an attachnt would not end well.
Hence, having soone like Nann Yu to attract the Monarch’s attention wasn’t a bad thing after all.
Xing Yu pouted and looked down, not speaking anymore.
...
Nann Yu watched the person lying on the couch with eyes closed inside the room, and this ti, his heart settled firmly in his chest—it was only now that he dared to let his gaze rest so openly on Zheng Nianru.
For the first ti, Nann Yu imagined their future—would she go back with him to Nann State?
But the journey was bound to be perilous, and it wouldn’t be too late to fetch her after everything had settled.
Nann Yu crouched down, sitting on the floor in front of the couch, the adoration and tenderness in his eyes now had a tangible warmth, no longer flickering or hiding.
"What are you thinking about?" Zheng Nianru suddenly turned over, propped herself on one elbow, and looked at the young man.
Nann Yu before her was now closer to the image she held in her mory; in just two short months, the youth had shot up in height. She had given him so much money, and buying shops and making those arrangents was Zheng Nianru’s goal, but ensuring the young man no longer lived in want was also her objective.
Especially since Nann Yu, even in plain everyday clothes, or even in attire slightly more modest than that of a wealthy young master, could still make a striking impression with his appearance.
Nann Yu hadn’t anticipated Zheng Nianru suddenly speaking. His composure vanished without a trace, and he completely forgot the opening line he had thought of, simply lowering his head and trying hard to think of sothing to say.
Zheng Nianru didn’t mind.
"Have you grown taller again?" Seeing that the young man’s clothes were new, and knowing his frugal nature, Zheng Nianru assud his old clothes must have beco too short.
Nann Yu nodded vaguely in response.
"I have sothing to tell you," Nann Yu started with the first sentence he could rember.
"Alright," Zheng Nianru wasn’t in a hurry, propping her chin and listening to Nann Yu speak, her mood was good today, Zheng Congyuan had handled things perfectly, even the reasons were very sound.
"I want to return to Nann State," Nann Yu began, feeling he had not made his main point clear, "I an, I want to ask if you would be willing to go to Nann State with ?"
Nian Xia’s hands, gathering her hair, paused. Going to Nann State, where everything was foreign, was he sure he could support so many people?
Fu Dong glanced at Nann Yu; Prince Duan would be the first to object.
Shock filled Zheng Nianru’s heart. In her previous life, Nann Yu had asked her the sa question, only much later, and after her refusal, he had returned alone.
"Why?" Zheng Nianru didn’t ask for his reasons; no matter what, she wouldn’t have gone in her past life.
"My maternal kin found and brought my mother’s imperial decree, summoning to return to Nann State and reclaim the throne," Nann Yu explained, and Nian Xia’s hands paused again, glancing at Fu Dong.
On what basis reclaim? Just based on those few people who had slipped away to Nanzheng State?
But Zheng Nianru did believe it; because Nann Yu did indeed reclaim Nann State and took the position of Monarch of Nann State. Then, he pointed his arrows toward her Nanzheng State.
What about now?
"You have your mission, if there’s anything I can help with, I will," she offered proactively. Could this preemptive goodwill prevent the forthcoming turmoil?
Nann Yu looked at the girl before him, the candlelight casting a lustrous sheen on her, regal, mysterious, inviolable. He didn’t want help; he was waiting for her one promise.
"I won’t let you face danger. Once I return to Nann State and assu that position, I will send for your hand in marriage with all due ceremony. Are you willing to wait for ?"
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