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"..." Mei Shuang was stunned, and then sarcastically said, "You are afraid that I will get in trouble and you dare not take me out, so you are making excuses... First, I don't know martial arts. Can I outrun you? Secondly, you just said that you are my benefactor and you can protect me. Why should I leave you?" Nangong Nuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Miss Mei Shuang, you To put it this way, I feel that those who know the current affairs are heroes, so I am relieved, and I have to take you, the Young Lady who lives in the boudoir, out to see something..." —— Purple Dawn City under the night , without the noise of the day, everything is silent. Only Vermilion Bird Street in the center of the city, which divides Purple Dawn City from east to west, is still as bustling as ever and as noisy as day. The first time I walked on the busiest street of Great Qin Empire, Mei Shuang admired it countless times in my heart. The spacious and neat streets, paved with bluestone, run from the north to the south of the city. This is the largest commodity trading street in Purple Dawn City. Occasionally, various exotic businessmen walked through the streets, but no one was surprised. Both sides of the street are lined with Sophora japonica trees, which are neatly planted. Some of them are as thick as a person's arms. There are antique buildings along the street, with high eaves and bright lanterns, like a city that never sleeps. Sedan cars, horse-drawn carriages, and pedestrians all go their own way. Restaurants, teahouses, and theaters are when business is booming. Naturally, the ones with the hottest business are those like "Yihong Courtyard", and you can hear coquettish solicitations and ambiguous sexual sounds from afar. Some sounds were so close when passing by that they made Mei Shuang's face warm and her heart beating, and she felt uncomfortable all over. On the other hand, Nangong Nuo around me was just minding his own business as if nothing had happened. Across the street, you can see the majestic Changshuo Canal that runs parallel to Vermilion Bird Street and runs through the north and south of the capital. On the canal at night, all kinds of merchant ships, passenger ships, and dragon boats shuttle back and forth, making the turbulent river surface colorful and bright as day. The canal is also filled with the sound of silk and bamboo music, and a scene of singing and dancing is peaceful and prosperous. Looking at the surprise in Mei Shuang's eyes, Nangong Nuo seemed to have guessed her thoughts, "This winter is not very cold. The canal only freezes in the northern section, but it remains the same here. Let's go, Let’s go and have a look on the boat.” Mei Shuang followed Nangong Nuo on a passenger ship that can accommodate more than ten people. Sitting in the gorgeously decorated cabin, looking at the sparkling river, listening to the melodious ditty of Singer, coupled with the delicious wine and food in front of me, the memory of Mei Shuang seems to have returned to the past, and I unconsciously tilted my head slightly. The corners of the lips... Nangong Nuo on the opposite side occasionally looks up to look outside, but the scenery on the canal has been seen more than a hundred times, and everything that is seen is only swept away. His eyes were really focused on the beautiful woman opposite. The beating candlelight reflected Mei Shuang's calm posture. When he saw the ecstasy smile on the fair face, Nangong Nuo was a little absent-minded for a moment, and his eyes were a little more fiery. Mei Shuang was immersed in memories, and suddenly there was something strange in his peripheral vision. Turning his eyes, he saw Nangong Nuo's eyes burning, with a half-smile on his face, "Miss Mei Shuang, isn't the outside world better than this? How much more exciting is it in the palace? To put it bluntly, if you really become the Empress that everyone admires, you may never have the chance to step out of the palace. How can you enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of you?" Regardless of which pot to open or which one to mention, Mei Shuang’s original good spirits disappeared immediately. The word “Empress” is her most taboo now.
Having been wrongfully accused and unable to become the Empress, not only did she become a laughingstock, but she also nearly lost her life at the hands of the new Empress. As Mei Shuang reflected on this, it was clear that, as Mei Ru had said, she truly was not suited to be an Empress. Perhaps she was simply fated to clash with the title itself.
With this thought in mind, Mei Shuang reluctantly let go of the curtain she had been holding in the cabin and said lightly, "Zhao Prince, could you please refrain from mentioning 'Empress' in the future? Those matters are all in the past. Just consider that the Mei Shuang who was foolishly obsessed with becoming an Empress is dead. Now, I am living anew. Is that acceptable?"
Nangong Nuo paused, a meaningful glint flashing in his eyes. "Since you don't want to hear it, I won't bring it up again. However, now that you have left the palace, for convenience's sake in the future, shouldn't your name be changed as well?"
"Change my name? Suit yourself. Then please bestow a new name upon me, Zhao Prince..." Mei Shuang replied nonchalantly.
"Uh?" Nangong Nuo was somewhat taken aback by her response. "Miss Mei Shuang, you have always been independent and self-reliant. Why are you so humble today?"
"The name is meant for others to call me. Since you will be using it more often, it makes sense for it to be something you find easy to say. As long as it's not something like 'little cat' or 'little dog,' it should be fine, right?" Mei Shuang continued sipping her porridge, though she felt a bit resentful inside; on the surface, she maintained an attitude of letting him take charge.
As Nangong Nuo smiled slightly, his gaze deepened. "Miss Mei Shuang, it seems you have indeed changed your demeanor. If you had been this compliant with me from the start, I wouldn't have had to suffer daily heartache."
Mei Shuang was startled and put down her spoon, looking up at Nangong Nuo with wide eyes filled with surprise and disbelief. "What? Wasn't I good enough to you before?"
Nangong Nuo did not answer. Instead, his peach blossom eyes shimmered with amusement as he finally couldn't help but chuckle softly. His white teeth flashed in front of Mei Shuang's eyes; indeed, he was quite handsome!
Nangong Nuo raised his fair finger to wipe away a few grains of porridge from Mei Shuang's lips before saying with a smile, "Miss Mei Shuang, you used to be quite particular about your meals. How come you're now eating without care?"
Seeing the grains of porridge on his finger, Mei Shuang froze for a moment before putting down her spoon with irritation. "Zhao Prince, haven't I suffered enough in the Cold Palace? Are you really going to nitpick over a meal? Should I pay you for this? If one day I actually become some kind of princess, will we end up arguing every day? Isn't it better to get along harmoniously?"
With that, Mei Shuang pushed her bowl away and turned to leave the cabin. As she walked away, her anger simmered; there should be limits to everything, and this man seemed to take pleasure in mocking others.
Seeing Mei Shuang turn and leave, the nearby attendant Singer stopped playing his flute in shock and couldn't help but worry for the graceful woman; when had Zhao Prince ever been treated so coldly?
Just as he anxiously wondered if he would suffer consequences himself, he saw Nangong Nuo downing his drink and rising to follow her out. Singer was stunned; Zhao Prince was actually changing his approach—he was chasing after her?
Mei Shuang stood at the bow of the ship as the cold wind brushed against her face, causing her long black hair to dance in the breeze. The displeasure she had felt moments ago quickly dissipated like smoke as the ship sailed onward.
"Enough, enough, it's better to endure everything." She sighed lightly.
Just as she was about to turn around, a calming voice came from behind, "Alright, alright, it was my fault..."
Mei Shuang immediately turned around and held up three fingers, shaking them at Nangong Nuo.
"What?" Nangong Nuo asked in confusion.
"Three years... Hmm, according to our agreement, you can only call me that after three years... r u clear?"
"......"
Now it was Nangong Nuo's turn to be speechless. "Miss Mei Shuang, what exactly are you talking about?"
"I'm just saying whatever..."
As they spoke, the boat had already docked.
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