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Nan Zhijun took a small sniff and sure enough, an extremely faint stench mingled with the fragrance of the dishes. It was quite abrupt. If she hadn't been so lost in her thoughts, she would have noticed it long ago.

Xingyu wrinkled her nose, looked behind Nan Zhijun, and whispered, "Miss, the smell is coming from that person."

Nan Zhijun turned around to see a handsome brother hurrying down from the private room on the third floor. This brother was dressed in coarse clothes and was dressed in ordinary attire, but Nan Zhijun was extremely familiar with the strange odor he was exuding.

It smelled exactly the same as the medicine bag she had made herself. Even though it had lightened a lot, it was still very distinct.

She had personally made the medicine bag, so she naturally understood how long it would take for the smell to dissipate after touching it. Although the smell on his body was faint, he was still a distance away from Nan Zhijun, and Nan Zhijun and Xingyu had already eaten a lot. If this brother was one of the tourists at the tea house, the smell would not have lingered for so long.

It had to be the person who had personally touched the medicine pouch that met all of these conditions.

Nan Zhijun's eyes were filled with a cold light. Just as she was about to take a closer look at her brother's figure, he had already gone downstairs. Nan Zhijun pondered for a moment, but eventually couldn't keep up.

As far as Nan Zhijun knew, among the people who had touched the medicine, excluding Murong Yan, there was only the owner of the teahouse left. However, if Nan Zhijun had seen him before, she would have recognized his face. Therefore, that brother must have touched the medicine bag after she left the tea house.

However, the medicine bag had already been opened, and the stench was so strong that ordinary people would not be able to avoid it if they saw it. How could they even touch the medicine bag?

Or could it be that he was Murong Yan's subordinate?

If his guess was right, who was my target when I came down from the private room on the third floor?

Murong Yan?

Nan Zhijun frowned as her heart trembled. After some thought, she inwardly rejected this conjecture.

With Murong Yan's character, he must have hurriedly returned to the Hall of Long Letters to soak in the flower petals since he was tainted with such a strong and strange smell. There was no way he would be staying here.

Then, who were the people from the private rooms on the third floor?

Nan Zhijun couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it. At the moment, the most important thing was to deal with Murong Yan and the second and third branch. As for other matters, he would think about them later when he had free time.

When she thought about that, Nan Zhijun felt a little more relieved. After Xingyu finished eating, the Nan's Estate carriage also happened to have arrived. The two went downstairs and took the carriage back to the residence.

After returning to the Nan's Estate, he thought that if Mrs. Shen didn't come to ask him how he was going to get back to the manor late, she would use her own words to stab him. Who would have thought that Mrs. Shen would not show her face? Xingyu asked around, but Mrs. Shen left soon after she returned to her residence. No one knew where she went.

"No worries, let's go back to the courtyard." The corner of Nan Zhijun's lips curled up in a faint smile. "My body is also very tired after this trip. It would be better for me to rest early."

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Opening the curtain, what entered his sight was the golden palace roof. If he tried to stretch his neck, he would be able to see the corner of the roof that was like a beak. Nan Yurou's heart couldn't stop trembling. She quickly lowered the curtain and didn't dare to look any further. He closed his eyes to take a breather for a while before calming himself down. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were still filled with an unconcealable longing.

How could Nan Yurou not want to marry into the Royal family?

He was doted on by the three thousand. The Six Palaces were governed by a motherly aura, and at that point, one would be the leader of all the women in the world. In this world, which woman was not envious of that position?

His Majesty had raised nine sons, each of whom had their own special talents. Even though the crown prince was ill, he still refused to change his position. His Majesty watched as he grew older. The princes were in harmony with each other, but private matters had long been surging.

Murong You, the second prince, and the fourth prince, Murong Han, were born with the support of a side concubine. They had a clear reputation in the literary world and thus gained the support of the civil officials in the imperial court. Murong Yan, the sixth prince, was gentle and refined, uninhibited, seemingly without any intention to seize the throne. For the time being, Murong Lie, the eighth prince, had gone to the army and personally entered the bitter north to fight alongside the soldiers.

Although the princes and sons of princes had the numbers advantage, they couldn't stop the Crown Prince's weak body. The Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince joining the army wasn't something Nan Yurou was happy about. He had originally thought that Sixth Prince was an outstanding character, regardless of whether he was talented or not, they were all extraordinary. Unfortunately, Nan Yurou could only sigh and turn her attention to the Second and Fourth Princes. As for Ninth Prince, Nan Yurou didn't put too much thought into him.

As a prince who had the opportunity to ascend the throne and yet didn't want to risk his life, what else could he be if not trash?

What Nan Yurou looked down on the most were these men who had neither ambition nor fighting spirit.

But, just as Nan Yurou was about to get involved with Second Master, and had no other way, Sixth Prince and Murong Yan were linked with Nan Family Second House. Nan Yurou had always admired Murong Yan for his talent. Ever since she saw him in person that day, Nan Yurou's heart had been tied to him.

He was eight feet tall, with a jade-like face and clear eyes. Nan Yurou had also seen many young talents, but none of them could compare to Murong Yan. On second thought, such a delicate and handsome man should have less competitive spirit in him, which was more like a good leather bag.

Moreover, the fight to seize the direct line of descent was like a quagmire. As Sixth Prince, it was only a matter of time before Murong Yan fell into it. In this way, Murong Yan's only flaw was filled in. Nan Yurou thought over and over again and decided to follow Murong Yan.

Murong Yan would naturally not be wrong to have her.

Her appearance was outstanding, her color was beautiful, she had just learned from a human and was adept in red. Although her age was still young, she had many more moving aspects compared to an ordinary young girl. She didn't believe that Murong Yan wouldn't be able to see through her.

As Nan Yu Rong was deep in thought, a blush appeared on her small face. Suddenly, the curtain of the carriage was opened by someone, bringing with it a gust of cold air. Nan Yurou was startled and hurriedly raised her head to look. It was Mrs. Shen.

Nan Yurou heaved a sigh of relief. She went up to Mrs. Shen and pulled her lapel, pouting softly, "Mother, what did His Highness Sixth Prince say to you?"