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Mrs. Shen could only say that her daughter had grown up and was able to talk about herself. She felt her heart warm up, and then she revealed a smile. After instructing the coachman on their journey, he turned around and sat down. He placed Nan Yurou's small hand in his own and said softly, "Sixth Prince didn't say much. He just taught us to be more careful of that little girl Zhijun."

Nan Yurou replied with lowered eyes that contained traces of coldness.

Mrs. Shen had something on her mind, so she didn't notice this detail. Mrs. Shen's eyes were focused on the outside. After a long while, she sighed quietly in her heart.

With the departure of the carriage, the path that was previously covered by the carriage was revealed. The grass grew crazily along the narrow path. Although this place led to the palace, normally, not even the lowest level eunuch, palace maid, had ever passed this place.

She was a dignified Nan's Estate disciple and was considered a reputable figure among the noble ladies of the capital. Could it be that she was this humiliating in Sixth Prince's heart?

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The hot spring was still steaming. The young man's wet hair stuck to his skin, making his facial features more delicate and fair. The youth narrowed his eyes as his breathing quickened. After a long while, he whispered, "Seventeen."

"Here." Seventeen walked in quickly with a smile on his handsome face. He rubbed his hands together and said, "I can't feel my back. Can I call seventeen to wipe my back?"

Youth: "..." Go out and call Nineteen in. "

Seventeen's smile became more and more attentive. "Master, the nineteen boys haven't practiced martial arts yet. They have no energy in their hands. It would be better to leave such a small matter to me."

The youth gritted his teeth, "I, Jean, you, scram, come out, go!"

Seventeen saw that the young man was angry, so he hurriedly replied and went out to call Nineteen to come in. Not long after, nineteen walked out of the hot spring compartment. Frowning, he said with a slightly hesitant tone, "Master has ordered that tomorrow, you, disguised yourself as Minister Gou Shu's legitimate son, will make a trip to the Nan's Estate to investigate Miss Nan's background."

Seventeen also frowned. "Minister Gou, be careful... Isn't that old dog the Sixth Prince's man? Are you really going to teach me to play Gou Xiuhao, that puppy? " While he was speaking, he saw nineteen consecutive glances at him. He was enlightened for a moment and quickly changed his words: "I'm working for me, so what if I'm pretending to be Gou Xiuhao? So what if I'm pretending to be a dog? Woof woof woof woof woof …

Nineteen held his forehead and sighed. He was almost speechless.

The youth was wearing a bathrobe as he walked out of the cubicle. He glanced at the youth and asked, "Are you free?"

Seventeen shuddered all of a sudden. "This subordinate will go and prepare for this matter."

With that, 17 took two steps back facing the youth, then turned around and slipped out of the room. Nineteen looked at the disappearing shadow for a while and then suddenly said, "There seems to be nothing wrong with that bag. Am I thinking too much?"

The young man was lying on the bed, not even lifting his eyes. "I've tried to find out if there's anything wrong with it."

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There was a light drizzle at night, and by daybreak, the rain had stopped.

When Xingyu finished helping Nan Zhijun wash up, Nan Zhijun went to the Hao Mei Hall to greet the madame. As soon as they entered the Hao Mei Hall, they saw an old woman with silver hair sitting in the middle of the hall. Nan Zhijun went up to pay her respects with a gentle and submissive voice, "Greetings to Grandmother."

Old Madam Nan smiled and nodded. "Come here, sit by Grandmother's side."

Nan Zhijun replied and obediently sat down on half a seat.

The heat was very strong. If it wasn't for the shower last night, it would have been even hotter. Nan Zhijun stole a glance at the madame, only to see that she was still wearing her silver hamster coat cut from stone. It was a little out of season, and when she tried to probe the madame's palm, she found that it was ice-cold.

Nan Zhijun did not think much of it as she placed both her hands on the madame's hands to warm them up. The madame was slightly taken aback. Although Nan Zhijun came to the Hao Mei Hall every day to pay her respects, she was extremely stiff. She returned the greetings and went back to her residence. Why did she become so intimate today?

As Old Madam Nan was thinking, she heard Nan Zhijun say gently, "Grandmother's hands are so cold, I'm afraid it might be the symptom of spleen and kidney deficiency. Zhijun just got a prescription for the soup a few days ago, it's very right. "When we got back to the courtyard, Zhijun made a copy and brought it to Grandmother.

Old Madam Nan saw that Nan Zhijun's expression was sincere and did not seem fake, so she felt warm inside. She reached out her hand to caress Nan Zhijun's hair and sighed, "It's rare to see you being so filial. "Alright, then I'll listen to you. Tomorrow, I'll stop using the Rongliang Pill and eat that whatever soup of yours."

While he was talking, two more people walked in from outside. Mrs. Shen was dressed in plain clothes. She held a fan made of ink in her hand, which made her look more dignified and elegant, and the scent of books was very strong. Nan Yurou was wearing a rosewood dress with a double bun.

The two of them bade farewell to the madame, but the madame only replied flatly. Mrs. Shen was alright, but Nan Yurou's expression immediately turned ugly. She was still young and the one who usually made fun of and laughed in front of the madame was her. Now that Nan Zhijun had stolen her work, how could she teach her how to conduct herself?

In that moment, Nan Yurou felt stifled, and even had her usual gentle and lovable appearance. However, her words clearly had thorns in them as she said, "Big sister, when did you read the medical book? How is it that little sister doesn't know? If her elder sister only had crude pharmacology and taught her grandmother to eat until her body was ruined, then that wouldn't be good. "According to Yurou, Grandmother should be more careful." The latter part of the sentence was directed towards Old Madam Nan.

However, Old Madam Nan said faintly, "You came late, so you naturally didn't hear it. "Young lady, you've been paying attention to my illness. It's a recipe obtained from the outside. Could it be that you'll have to be a doctor if you want to copy a prescription?"

Mrs. Shen quickly pulled Nan Yurou's sleeve and smiled apologetically. "Yurou only spoke the truth because her heart was tied to the madame's body. She said something wrong." As he spoke, he winked at Nan Yurou, "Hurry up and apologize to the big girl."

Nan Yurou was furious, but there was nothing she could do. She could only unwillingly declare her guilt. Nan Zhijun replied, seemingly not offended at all. Mrs. Shen heaved a sigh of relief, but Nan Zhijun suddenly said, "Wasn't my sister suffering from the cold yesterday? Why did she come out again today and not take care of her body?"

Mrs. Shen thought to herself, "It's just some minor ailments. I've already recovered from it all. Young lady, you're right. Don't worry about these trivial matters."

As she said that, Mrs. Shen looked Nan Zhijun in the eye. Since she saw Murong Yan yesterday, she naturally knew that Murong Yan had embarrassed himself in front of Nan Zhijun. However, Nan Zhijun's expression remained the same, as if what she had just said was just a casual comment.