Nan Chengyao returned to Guimoge again two days later.

  I personally brewed a pot of Xin Gongs Chrysanthemum tea, my hands moving non-stop, but in my heart I was thinking about how to bring it up with him.

  She handed him the teacup in her hand, and before she could speak, she heard his teasing voice lazily rising: "Whats the big deal, worth making the princess so difficult?"

  I hesitated for a moment and then told him the conversation I had with my mother that day, word for word. A person like him, even if I wanted to deceive him, couldnt be deceived.

  Moreover, in this situation, I have no choice but to be honest with him, as for whether he is willing to help or not, I have absolutely no grasp.

  Nan Chengyao listened to me finish, his face still wearing a lazy smile, without any surprise. I dont know if its because he already knew or if he was used to hiding his true emotions, not revealing anything in front of people.

  He smiled and said carelessly, "What does the princess want me to do?"

  I looked at him quietly and shook my head: "No, I hope you dont do anything."

  If my guess is wrong, and everything is just our own imagination, then the child in Yuers belly is already enough to guarantee her marriage into the Eastern Palace, and there is no need for Nan Chongyue to say anything more.

  If my guess is true, the Emperor has already lost trust in the Murong family. Then, even if we add another of the three dukes who are most favored by the Emperor to plead for the Murong family, it will only deepen the Emperors suspicion and have the opposite effect.

  So now he does nothing and that is the best thing to do.

  Nan Xiangyao looked at me with unreserved admiration in his eyes, and lazily smiled: "You really didnt disappoint me, youre much better than Murong Duan and the others."

  Hearing him mention his fathers name in such a nonchalant tone, I naturally felt somewhat displeased, lowering my eyelids and opening my mouth to say: "I dont deserve Your Highness praise."

  He smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently lifted my chin with a subtle gaze: "You know, the more you dont think so in your heart, the more courteous your attitude will be."

  His strength was not light, and I slightly winced in pain. Looking at the playful curve of his lips, an inexplicable sense of annoyance arose from the bottom of my heart.

  Her own little thoughts were nothing in front of this person, so she simply looked straight into his eyes, and a gentle smile suddenly bloomed on her lips: "Qinger didnt dare to ask Your Highness because I knew that even if I did, Your Highness might not agree, why bother causing myself heartache."

  The playful smile on his lips grew thicker: "Oh, how can you tell?"

  I also smiled and looked at him: "Although the Murong family is not as prosperous as the Nan family in the past, it can be said to be a powerful force. Otherwise, Your Highness would not have agreed to this marriage. Since I am marrying Your Highness, the entire Murong family will naturally fully support you with all their might. But if another Miss Murong were to marry into the Eastern Palace, this assistance would be dispersed, or it could be said that whether they help or not is uncertain."

  He burst out laughing: "It seems that I have really annoyed you, and I didnt know that the princess had such a sharp side. You might as well say it, what do you want the Murong family to help me with?"

  But at that moment, I suddenly came back to myself and couldnt help but smile wryly in my heart.

  My father always praised me for being intelligent and calm, but in front of Nan Chengyao, my little thoughts were nothing, and the calmness I was most proud of seemed to be easily broken by him.

  This person seems to be born with a demonic nature and can easily bewitch peoples minds.

  He saw that I didnt make a sound, and lazily withdrew the hand that was pinching my chin. He smiled carelessly: "What a pity, youve retreated again so quickly."

  Although he said so, he didnt force me again and still walked out of the door with a carefree attitude.

  I watched his perfect figure gradually disappear outside the door, silently answering in my heart the question he had just asked me.

  The world.

  Although the current crown prince is the eldest son of Sheng, his name was determined early on. This third imperial highness is also a wealthy and idle person, who has never shown any intention to compete for the throne. In the eyes of the world, it seems that he only cares about pavilions, waterside pavilions, and clothes.

  He hid his ambition, along with his sharp and ruthless nature, beneath that forever lazy and carefree smile, but such a demeanor, such coldness and arrogance, how could he be willing to be inferior to others.

  I slowly shifted my gaze out of the window, in the direction where the Prime Ministers residence was located.

  If his ascension can bring peace and stability to the Murong family for generations to come, then its not a bad thing.

  Then I will help him get this world, which is also possible.