The First Mistress and Her Three Husbands and Four Servants Chapter 24: Nan Gong Autumn Moon

  "Qingya, what's wrong with you? Autumn Yu is just doing her job. You used to get along well with him before." Feng Xueyin grasped my hand again, as if trying to soothe my anger.

  "That was in the past. Now I find him annoying, disturbing me from a good sleep at midnight." I sat back down with a huff.

  "Qingya, you're being too arrogant!" Feng Xueyun's voice began to sink, "You used to be very steady."

  "Sister." I locked eyes with Feng Xueyin, "Didn't you say it's good for me to forget and be myself? Why do you always bring up the past? Or do you want me to go back to being the original Feng Qingya? From Nan Gong Qiuyue, I roughly found out some things, it seems that being the National Protector's wife isn't as free as I thought, sister. So I want to know what you really think." If Feng Xueyin lets me off easy, then I'll be easy-going too, and I can gain my freedom.

  The smile on Feng Xue's face was gone, her slender white jade fingers lightly swept across the table top between us, but her long fingernails had scratched out a deep mark. In the quiet room, there was only the sharp sound of Feng Xue scratching the tabletop.

  A sharp voice made people's hearts tremble, and on the desktop appeared two words: Ming Yu.

  "Don't you really remember him?" A smile floated on Feng Xueyin's lips again, "If you really don't remember, sister advises you to remember as soon as possible, lest something happens to him and when you regain your memory later, it will be too late for regrets."

  A low, unhurried tone of voice, with a hint of menace and threat, I seemed to understand something, but it was fleeting. I subconsciously looked at Nan Gong Qiuye, only to find myself wanting to rely on him in that moment! His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his expression becoming solemn. I immediately withdrew my gaze, looking at the name carved into the table by Feng Xueyin. What were Feng Xueyin's fingernails made of?

  Does she know martial arts?

  How scary!

  I seem to have fallen into the elegant and refined identity and can't get out of it.

  "Autumn fragrance."

  "In."

  Feng Xueyin slowly got up, letting out a sigh: "You must help Qingya recover her memory as soon as possible, without missing a single detail."

  "Qiu Yue understands."

  The words on the table were deeply engraved, and light yellow wood shavings rolled out from the cracks, making me feel a chill. Suddenly, the sound of wind and snow swept across the table surface, and instantly, the characters disappeared, leaving a shallow circular depression in the center of the table, with fine wood shavings inside.

  Startled, I sprang up and bumped into the armrest behind me, my waist aching sharply. Nangong Qiuyue immediately jumped to my side, supporting my body that was unable to stand upright. How profound is Feng Xueyin's internal strength?!

  "Madam."

  "I'm fine, sister is very skilled."

  "My sister was just being polite, she simply forgot." Feng Xue's tone remained neither fast nor slow, neither gloomy nor bright, yet it sent a chill from head to toe.

  "Qingya will soon recover her memory and continue to assist her sister." A gentleman knows the importance of timing.

  "Never mind, at tonight's celebration banquet, sister still wants to hear 'Laughing Red Dust', will little sister sing it for big sister?"

  "Good......" This single word "good" had almost exhausted all my strength, if it wasn't for Nangong Qiuyue supporting me, I'm afraid I would have been unable to stand in front of Feng Xueyin.

  She actually knows martial arts!

  She actually has such powerful martial arts skills!

  I stopped in my tracks, standing alone on the stone path, slapping my own forehead. I was indeed foolish. Feng Qingya had martial arts skills, so naturally her older sister would too. The Feng family must be a powerful clan, and Feng Xue'er's position as Empress was likely obtained at the cost of many lives. Her throne was probably stained with fresh blood.

  "Madam." Nangong Qiuxue stood behind me, I took a deep breath and said after all, the dislike for Nangong Qiuxue was also due to the transformation of that initial liking. In the current situation, it was indeed more appropriate to restore our previous relationship with him.

  "By the way, where's Xiao Jiu?" I asked casually.

  Nangong Qiuyue walked up to me, standing upright and looking at me seriously: "Madam, what's going on?"

  "What's the reason?"

  "Madam, you know what Qiū Yuè said."

  I am silent.

  "Madam!" He took a step forward, I subconsciously retreated a step back, his expression slightly solidified, then he returned to his original position. "Madam, what exactly did Qiu Yue do wrong?"

  The first time I was alone with Nan Gong Qiuxue, I didn't expect him to be such a persistent and serious man. I turned my head, and in my field of vision were rhododendrons blooming everywhere, their red flowers swaying in the wind, bringing wave after wave of fragrance. Explain it, or else this knot in my heart will never be untied.

  "Nangong." I turned my face back to him, he slightly opened his eyes, but then furrowed his brow again. I clasped my hands behind my back, unable to let him know that I had liked him before - it was a bit embarrassing after all. My face felt a little hot, so I turned away.

  "Actually... you're not wrong, it's just that when I was hurt, you took care of me, and I lost my memory, so... I really thought... you were my... family..." My heart beats a little faster, but in the end, I still can't say the last two words out loud, softly whispering them as I lower my face to gaze at the skirt fluttering in the wind.

  "Ah...... I didn't expect it was like this, you taking care of me is just part of your job, so..."

  "Madam..."

  "Whatever." I raised my hand, turned around with a smile, but didn't dare to look at him. "I was just overthinking, haha... by the way, where's Xiao Jiu?" I changed the subject and saw that Nan Gong Qiuyue's face also had a faint smile: "He was sent to Guozi Jian."

  "National Academy?"

  "Yes, Young Master Jiu will officially start attending Guozi Jian from tomorrow."

  "Reading books... Who is Ming Yu again?"

  "He is..." Suddenly, Nangong Qiuyue knelt down in front of me, her head bowed as she said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

  Your Majesty? Xuan Yuan Yi Fei?

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