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Young Master turned around and walked away slowly. Nan Zhijun sneered in her heart, but shyly asked, "Young master, please stay. I have yet to ask for your name."

As soon as she said that, Nan Zhijun quickly covered her mouth and drooped her blushing face.

Young Master heaved a sigh of relief unnoticeably, but he did not turn around. He smiled and said in a clear voice, "We met by chance. Why do you need to ask?"

While speaking, the young master sped up and left the tea house swiftly. Wherever the young master went, the crowd would open up a path for him. The ladies who were closer to him covered their noses with a handkerchief. They didn't even cheer for the young master. Young Master Chu had a faint smile on his face, but after hearing the whispers from all around, his face couldn't help but turn green.

"What's that smell? It smells so bad."

"That's right, could it be that someone ate until his stomach was splattered on his body?"

"Sister Qin's words have a bit of truth to them. Eh? "Why does this smell seem to be coming from that young master?"

"Sister Wen, don't speak nonsense. That young master's clothes are clean and his temperament is otherworldly, how could he …" "Hmm, this is strange. Sister Wen, you don't seem to be lying."

The facial muscles on the young master's face twitched. He became increasingly unwilling to stay any longer. Using the force from his feet, he used his movement technique and disappeared from everyone's line of sight like a light wisp of smoke. The surrounding crowd saw that there was nothing to watch and after discussing for a while, they all dispersed.

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, the owner of the tea house returned to the teahouse. Seeing that Nan Zhijun had not left yet, he personally made a pot of tea. He walked up and smiled apologetically, "Miss was just frightened, so there's no need for Miss to pay for the tea."

Nan Zhijun looked at the owner of the teahouse. She knew that the owner of the teahouse must have recognized her as someone of high status. Now that the matter was settled, she was afraid that she would tear down his teahouse in her anger.

Nan Zhijun smiled slightly as she thought of this. Without taking the pot of tea, she turned around and walked out of the tea house without saying a word. In her previous life, she had been as lowly as grass. He had originally wanted to pay for the tea, but when he thought about it again, if he paid for the tea, would the owner of the teahouse feel uneasy? He might as well keep his mouth shut and teach the owner of the teahouse to be at ease.

Now that the medicine bag was fully used, she stopped touching it and let it stay in the teahouse. The owner of the teahouse would take care of it. The material used to make the medicine sac was extremely ordinary. The medicinal ingredients within also had the effect of removing the insect, rat, and snake ants. Even if someone was to pick it up, they would not be afraid of him making a fuss about it.

The sun was rising. Nan Zhijun was walking beside the lake. The breeze was blowing and the fragrance of the lotus flowers was refreshing. Even the haze in her heart seemed to have been washed away.

Nan Zhijun lowered her head and opened her palm. The handkerchief in her hand had long since been torn to shreds. With a wave of his hand, the handkerchief was blown away by the wind.

The man in white just now was the future Emperor of Dayuan, His Highness Sixth Prince and Murong Yan.

Taking advantage of the fact that the great general had yet to return, the second and third rooms decided on a plan with Sixth Prince to sing such a great scene of a hero saving the beauty in front of her. Of course, this was just the beginning. After that, there would be a second, and a third … It wasn't until her heart was tightly tied to Murong Yan that she realized what was happening.

At that time, if Murong Yan revealed his identity as Sixth Prince, how could he not have her follow him stubbornly?

He originally wanted to add a few more medicinal herbs that would not fade away, but he was afraid that it would be too late. If he really taught Murong Yan to be embarrassed from the first act, then Murong Yan would naturally not sing the rest of the drama. Therefore, a little punishment was enough.

The play had to be continued.

As he was staring at the Lotus Pond in a daze, his shoulder received a light pat. Nan Zhijun retracted the haze in her eyes and turned around. It was Xingyu. When Xingyu saw Nan Zhijun, a smile appeared on her petite face as she gasped for breath, "Miss, you haven't seen her at all. I don't know what happened just now, but she's already headed that way. She doesn't even look at the lotus anymore."

Nan Zhijun looked in the direction Xingyu pointed. It turned out to be the teahouse. However, Murong Yan had already left. The guests had all left when they saw that there was nothing to see.

Afraid that Nan Zhijun would not believe it, Xingyu quickly explained, "Miss, there were a lot of people there before, but …" "It's just that there are fewer people for this meeting."

Seeing Xingyu's nervous expression, Nan Zhijun pursed her lips and smiled. She took Xingyu's hand and said, "I understand. You don't need to say anything, I believe in you."

Xingyu was slightly startled. She felt her heart warm up and her face drooped down. Even her neck was slightly flushed. Nan Zhijun looked to her left and right, but didn't see maidservant. She then asked, "Right, where are the maidservant who pestered you? How come they're all gone?"

"Just now, Second Madame helped Second Miss to come back. She said that Second Miss's stomach was in trouble again, so those maidservant followed Second Madame and Second Miss back to the residence." Xingyu replied angrily, "Miss, when Second Madame returned home, she only left behind the carriage that maidservant and the rest came in. Can it be that she is really going to teach Miss to ride that carriage?"

In the name of treating Nan Yurou, he would be able to avoid suspicion. In the second place, he would be able to give Nan Zhijun a difficult problem. If the news of Nan Zhijun returning home in maidservant's carriage were to spread, people would definitely laugh at her.

Without making a sound, Mrs. Shen came up with a plan that could kill two birds with one stone. However, it was impossible to find anything wrong with Mrs. Shen. Mrs. Shen was not a simple person.

Nan Zhijun thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's alright. You just have to teach the coachman to go home and change to a carriage."

Xingyu continued, "However, the mansion is not far from here, but not close either. This trip will take at least an hour, and if Second Madame were to obstruct her, it would take a lot more time. What's more, the sun is so harsh, yet we can't even find a shade … What should I do, what should I do? "

Nan Zhijun raised her eyebrows and smiled, "The Drunken Immortal Tavern by the side of the Smoke Lake. The sweet and sour carp in the Drunken Immortal Tavern is one of the best. It's been a long time since we've come out of the house, so why don't we take advantage of this opportunity to have some fun? What do you think? "

Upon hearing that, Xingyu excitedly said, "You're still smart miss. After we finish eating, the carriage should arrive no matter how late it is. It's just that …" I'll need you to spend some silver. "

Nan Zhijun frowned and pretended to be displeased. "Could it be that I still lack this little bit of silver?"

It was only when Xingyu started begging for mercy that Nan Zhijun felt happy. She sent Xingyu to inform the coachman, and the two of them went to the Drunken Immortal Tavern affectionately.