After the prince was reborn, he forced me to marry him and took me into the East Palace

"What's wrong with your face?" Nan Jiamu saw the scar on Nan Yuan's face that stretched from her ear to the corner of her mouth, and the fingers that were holding Nan Yuan's wrist turned pale.

The veil of the veil brushed against her cheek, and Nan Yuan subconsciously touched the scar on her face.

It had been so long that she had forgotten that there was a scar on her face.

"It's just... I got hurt accidentally." Nan Yuan said vaguely.

Nan Jiamu was not so easy to deal with and pressed on, "Accidentally? How could you get hurt like this by accident? Do you think I'm a fool or a blind man?"

"Was it the prince's fault?"

Nan Yuan didn't say anything because she hadn't thought of what to say yet.

"I knew he wasn't that kind." Nan Jiamu said, turning around and about to walk into the mansion, but was stopped by Nan Yuan.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Nan Yuan grabbed Nan Jiamu's arm with both hands, trying to stop him.

Then, she looked around nervously and said to the guard beside her: "You go down first."

The guard was also very conscious and drove the carriage away with the servants of the Nan family.

Nan Yuan dragged Nan Jiamu to the Nan family's gatehouse, and was relieved when she saw that there was no one around.

"Why are you stopping me?" Nan Jiamu looked at Nan Yuan, his brows full of anger. He took two deep breaths, but he couldn't suppress his anger. "Can you tell the truth now? What's going on? What happened during the six months you disappeared?"

I'm afraid he must have suffered a lot of grievances, otherwise how could he become so thin and look so timid? How could he still have the temperament to do what he wanted before?

Nan Yuan lowered her eyebrows and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm standing in front of you now. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

"I stayed in the Buddhist temple for about three months, in the Prince's Mansion for two months, and in Yangcheng for half a month. Adding the time I spent on the road back and forth, it took me almost half a month. This is my experience in the past six months."

Nan Yuan explained everything honestly, but she omitted the two months of humiliation she suffered in the Prince's Mansion.

"Yangcheng? What are you going to Yangcheng for?" Nan Jiamu keenly noticed the loophole in Nan Yuan's words.

Logically speaking, with so many things happening in the capital during this period of time, why would Gu Jingheng choose to follow Nan Yuan to such a faraway place as Yangcheng at this time?

Nan Yuan pursed her lips and looked up at Nan Jiamu with a serious look in her eyes: "Brother, I suspect someone is framing me."

Hearing Nan Yuan's words, Nan Jiamu was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal and asked hurriedly, "What do you mean?"

"In fact, I felt something was wrong with me a long time ago. I couldn't control my temper. Just like the time when I went to court with Princess Xie half a year ago, my thoughts were totally out of my control. I kept getting stuck in a dead end and my head hurt as soon as I thought about it."

"And... and the wound on my face. It was the same the last time I was injured. I had a headache, was stubborn, and went against Gu Jingheng. I said things I didn't want to say. I would never say those words when I was sober."

Nan Yuan thinks that she is not a person who would rather break than bend. On the contrary, she is very afraid of death and fears power.

There was no way she would confront Gu Jingheng head-on when she knew that he held her life and death in his hands.

But she didn't know what happened that time, she couldn't control herself at all.

"Not only that, I was coughing up blood, feeling sick, and even wanted to commit suicide, which had never happened to me before."

"I suspected that something might be wrong with my body, but I consulted many doctors, but none of them could find out what was wrong with me."

Nan Jiamu's face darkened after hearing this: "Even if he said something he shouldn't have said, he shouldn't have taken action."

"As for your health, let dad check your pulse later. It will be more reassuring if you check it out."

"Are you suffering from any other injuries?" Nan Jiamu looked Nan Yuan up and down and asked worriedly.

Nan Yuan looked at him and said, "Brother, don't worry. This kind of thing only happened once. I'm fine."

"You've suffered," Nan Jiamu said, reaching out to rub Nan Yuan's head: "You went to Yangcheng to avoid the prince, right?"

Although Nan Jiamu didn't know how Nan Yuan escaped Gu Jingheng's surveillance, he knew Nan Yuan's character and knew that she was probably unwilling to live with the prince.

Nan Yuan nodded and answered truthfully: "Yes and no."

“What do you mean?” Nan Jiamu narrowed his eyes slightly. Wasn’t there something he didn’t know?

"I was planning to leave the capital and Gu Jingheng. By mistake, I made a deal with the Tianqi people. We escaped from the capital together, but they broke the agreement after leaving the capital, drugged me, and took me to Yangcheng. They also wanted to take me to Tianqi."

Nan Yuan simply recounted the incident and sighed, "It was just fate that even though I ran so far, Gu Jingheng still chased me. Not only me, but even the people from Tianqi were unable to escape from Dayong's territory."

"Was there a person in a wheelchair who went out of the city with you?" Nan Jiamu's fingers were slightly curled up, and his knuckles turned white.

Nan Yuan nodded, recalling the man at the time, and said, "Yes, he was in a wheelchair, and his name seemed to be something... something Bai?"

Nan Jiamu was shocked. It was really Baili Qing.

She was simply courting death. She disobeyed his instructions and acted on her own. She even dared to kidnap Xiao Yuan'er and run away. She was so bold!

"Brother, how did you know?" Nan Yuan suddenly asked.

Nan Jiamu's eyes were a little evasive, and he answered casually: "He is a spy of Tianqi. He followed Shen Zhaixing to investigate the identities of these people some time ago."

"By the way," Nan Jiamu immediately changed the subject and asked, "You said someone wanted to harm you. What happened? Do you have any clues?"

Nan Yuan didn't care too much about what happened to Baili Qing before. When she heard Nan Jiamu ask this, she naturally told him the news she got from Jiang Song.

Then, Nan Yuan said, "Brother, I'm planning to set up a trap, can you help me?"

One reason is to find out who framed her and what their purpose was. She can’t fall into the same pit again and again!

The second reason is that Ajiu’s death is also related to Cha Yaju, and she must get to the bottom of it and avenge Ajiu.

"What do you need me to do?"

Nan Yuan leaned close to Nan Jiamu's ear and whispered her plan.

"Okay." After listening to this, Nan Jiamu walked out.

He first finished the task that Nan Yuan had asked him to do, and then walked towards the south of the city.

Realizing that someone was following him, Nan Jiamu was not in a hurry. He walked to the alley, turned around two or three times, and then shook off the tail behind him.

He climbed over the wall into a small courtyard in the south of the city, saw the half-open curtains by the window, and pushed the door open.

"Little Lord!"

Jiang Song saw Nan Jiamu coming and called out to him respectfully.

But before she could raise her head, she felt a pain in her neck and her toes slowly left the ground.

“Young...Young Master..." Jiang Song wanted to say something, but his throat was pinched so tightly that he could only make some “mmm” sounds.

Jiang Song's eyes widened in horror, begging for mercy silently.

“Tsk tsk, do you still have eyes for me, the young master?” Nan Jiamu looked at Jiang Song coldly and asked in a chilling tone, “You ran away without permission, deceived your superiors and subordinates, and even dared to kidnap Xiao Yuan’er?”

"Is it because my temper has improved recently, or because I have killed fewer people, that you have such a bold idea?"

Nan Jiamu's fingers pinched Jiang Song and kept tightening. Jiang Song's facial expression instantly twisted and deformed, and she was in so much pain that tears came out of her eyes.

“Master, please spare my life. I know I was wrong. I know I was wrong…” The air in Jiang Song’s lungs became thinner and thinner, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the last thing that emerged in her mind was Nan Jiamu’s cold and bloodthirsty smile.

"Boom-"

Just when Jiang Song was about to suffocate, Nan Jiamu finally let go of his hand. She fell heavily to the ground, gasping for breath, her face covered with snot and tears.

"Cough cough cough..." Jiang Song coughed violently, his face turned red to purple, but he still knelt on the ground in panic.

Nan Jiamu walked up to Jiang Song, looked down at her, and said, "Tell me, who ordered you to go to Chayaju, and what do you want to do?"

Hearing this, Jiang Song's eyes turned into fear and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Nan Jiamu.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Nan Jiamu snorted coldly and said, "Do you think I won't know if you don't tell me?"

"Aren't you just trying to use Xiao Yuan'er to distract Gu Jingheng so that Baili Qing can escape from the capital?"

Nan Jiamu stretched out his hand to lift Jiang Song's chin, and swept his cold eyes towards her eyes: "I tell you, Xiao Yuan'er is my sister. If you dare to hurt her, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

Jiang Song was so frightened that his whole body was shaking, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Young Master, I... I didn't intend to hurt Miss Nan Yuan. Master took her out because he wanted to bring her back to Tianqi. When the time comes, Young Master can go back and reunite with Miss Nan Yuan. We absolutely have no intention of harming her."

Nan Jiamu sneered, and his eyes became colder as he looked at Jiang Song: "Do you think I don't know what you are planning? Don't you just want to use Xiao Yuan'er to threaten me to go back? Who gave you the courage? Do you still have me, the young master, in your eyes?"

"No... Young Master, that's not what we meant. Everything we did was for you, for... um..."

Before Jiang Song could finish his words, he felt a crushing pain on his hand. He looked down and saw that it was Nan Jiamu's shoes grinding on his fingers.

"For me? You deceived your superiors and subordinates for me? You killed them first and reported them later for me? You kidnapped Xiao Yuan'er for me? You really have good intentions!"

"It's just that I don't need you to tell me what to do."

He has his own plans, and he knows whether to go back or not.

"You're so smart. Do you think you can successfully return to Tianqi by holding Xiao Yuan'er hostage?" Nan Jiamu took off his shoes and sneered: "If I'm not mistaken, all the people you sent out, except Baili Qing, are dead."

Going back to Apocalypse is simply wishful thinking.

He said that he would find a way to get them out of the city safely before the entire city was cleared out of Apocalypse spies, but these people couldn't even wait that little bit of time and insisted on causing trouble for him.

"Young Master, I am not lying to you. It is because Master cannot stay in this brothel any longer. If he continues to stay in this brothel, he will lose his life. We have no other choice but to take this risk."

"Master has been with the young master for ten years. Even if he has no credit, he has worked hard. Young master, please remember Master's loyalty and save his life!"

Jiang Song banged his head heavily on the ground, again and again, until blood appeared on his forehead.

"If you want to punish me, then punish me. I acted on my own initiative. Please punish me, young master."

Seeing this, Nan Jiamu didn't know what he was thinking about. In the end, he didn't pursue the matter further. He just sighed and said, "Forget it. I'll figure out the rest."

"I'm just warning you. If anything happens to Xiao Yuan'er again, I won't tolerate even a grain of sand in my eyes."

Jiang Song kowtowed repeatedly and said gratefully, "Thank you, young master."

"As for Miss Nan Yuan, I promise I will never harm her again."

In fact, there was no need for her to worry about whether to harm her or not. Nan Yuan had already become wary of her, and she had no chance to attack her at all. The people Nan Yuan had to be careful of were always those around her.

Nanfu.

Gu Jingheng put aside his princely airs and talked to Nan's father and mother completely as a junior. They had a very pleasant conversation and Nan's father and mother were flattered.

Nan Yuan watched from the side. This scene really looked like a family. It even made her think that Gu Jingheng really wanted to spend his whole life with her.

She sighed and retreated silently. She still had something to ask Yue Ran.

Although she hasn't been home for half a year, Nan Yuan still knows her own yard.

In just a cup of tea, Nan Yuan returned to her courtyard. It was still the same as when she left. Nothing had changed, and there were still maids cleaning it.

"girl!"

When Bai Zhi saw Nan Yuan, tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged Nan Yuan and cried like a child, making Nan Yuan sad too.

"Silly girl, why are you crying? I'm back, right?"

Baizhi wiped the tears from her cheeks and burst into laughter.

Nan Yuan looked around and asked, "Where is Yue Ran?"

But she still has something to ask Yue Ran.

"Yue Ran is lying in the room. She said she is not feeling well today."

After hearing this, Nan Yuan’s eyes darkened.

"Girl, what's wrong? Do you want me to call Yue Ran out?" Bai Zhi noticed that something was wrong with Nan Yuan's face and asked quickly.

Nan Yuan shook her head and said, "No need, I can go in by myself."

Nan Yuan walked towards Yue Ran's house.

Yue Ran and Bai Zhi had both been maids serving the family since they were young, so they had their own rooms in the Nan family.

Nan Yuan pushed open the door and smelled a strong medicinal fragrance and a slight smell of blood.

She walked forward cautiously. The sunlight shone through the window onto the slender figure on the bed, as if she would disappear at any time.

Nan Yuan walked quickly to the bed, looked at the familiar figure lying on the bed, and frowned slightly.

"Yue Ran!"

Nan Yuan shouted, but Yue Ran didn't respond at all.

Nan Yuan had a bad feeling in her heart, so she quickly walked forward, took Yue Ran's wrist and took her pulse, but found...

Yue Ran is dead!