After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

He lowered his eyes and his hands paused, thinking of how disappointed Nian Susu was when she heard him say he was leaving tomorrow. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart. She wished he could leave tonight, so why should he stay and get in her way?

"Well, we'll leave tomorrow."

"But Prince Qing has also applied to the Prime Minister for more..."

"I say we will leave tomorrow." Qin Junyu emphasized his tone without allowing any room for refusal.

A Falcon pursed his lips.

He seemed not to notice Ah Falcon's little thoughts. After drinking a cup of tea, he sent people to pack their luggage.

Ah Xuan felt aggrieved. It was clear that Prince Qing could stay outside the palace for a few more days to have a good look around, but why was it that when it came to his own prince, there was no room for negotiation?

The next day at chen time.

Qin Junyu stood in the outer corridor with his hands behind his back, looking at the closed door across the columns, feeling unhappy. Didn't she even see him off?

"Your Highness." A Falcon called him from inside the house, "The things have been almost packed."

He had packed up his clothes and daily necessities last night. His only work today was to make the bed and put everything in order in the room back to how it was before they moved in.

A Falcon came out jogging with a small bag on his back and a sword in his hand, a smile on his face.

Qin Junyu said "hmm" faintly and walked down the stairs.

A Falcon stopped where he had just stood, looked in the direction he was looking, and then he knew what it meant.

He hurriedly chased after him before he left the hospital gate, "Your Highness, are we really leaving without saying hello?"

Qin Junyu didn't stop.

"Your Highness, we have lived here for more than ten days and have disturbed you for more than ten days. It is not in accordance with the rules to leave without saying a word!" Ah Falcon was anxious and almost rushed to the front to stop them.

He could clearly see that His Highness wanted to say goodbye to Miss Nian, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Qin Junyu glanced at him and said, "Who said that I left without saying a word? Aren't you going to thank Prime Minister Tongnian?"

A Falcon was speechless.

After leaving the hospital, Qin Junyu didn't even look back, and Axuan looked back at him reluctantly.

After spending more than ten days together, his impression of Miss Nian Susu has really changed a lot, and he can see that the prince has a good impression of Miss Nian.

The person that His Highness likes, A Shun also likes!

A Falcon likes her even more because the young lady can cure the poison in His Highness' body!

But Miss Nian was so heartless that she didn't even come to see her prince off. Her highness seemed to be broken.

A Shun held the small bag tightly and caught up with Qin Junyu.

……

When Nian Susu woke up, it was already noon and three hours had passed since Qin Junyu left.

She turned over and sat up, rubbed her eyes, looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window, and felt the temperature was at least 32 degrees. She knew that she had slept until noon.

"Zhihua!" A roof-shattering shout echoed throughout the east wing.

Zhihua hurriedly ran into the room, knelt down and slid to the side of the couch, "Miss, what do you want?"

"Where's His Highness? Has he left?"

"I left at 7:00 p.m."

Her heart sank. "What time is it now?"

"Noon."

Nian Susu slumped back into the soft pillow and wailed with a sense of despair.

She was clearly prepared to get up early to see Qin Junyu off, but after Xuanji's disturbance last night, she was so tired that she overslept. What's worse, she forgot to ask Zhihua to wake her up.

Zhihua is an obedient person. The lady said that unless it is a matter of life and death, she should not be woken up. People must sleep until they wake up naturally to be full of energy for the whole day!

She always kept the young lady's words in her heart!

"Miss, I saw that His Highness still had a sullen face as usual when he left today. He should not be angry with you." Zhihua tried to comfort her.

Nian Susu snorted twice, knowing that Qin Junyu would not be angry about these trivial matters, she was just angry with herself.

She really wanted to see him off.

She suddenly remembered something else and sat up again. She looked at Zhihua mysteriously and whispered:

"Zhihua, did Prince Qing stay?"

The topic changed so quickly that Zhihua was a little confused, and nodded belatedly.

Nian Susu smiled evilly, hurriedly got downstairs to let Zhihua help him wash and dress, and then rushed to the west wing.

The master and servant climbed onto the gate of the west wing like thieves and poked their heads in to take a peek.

Qin Fengtian and Nian Qiaoyue were in the yard.

The originally bare locust tree has now grown some branches and leaves, which just block most of the sunlight and heat.

The four treasures of the study were placed on the stone table under the tree. Nian Qiaoyue was sitting on a stone bench. Qin Fengtian stood behind her, half bent over, holding Nian Qiaoyue's hand with one hand and pressing the rice paper with the other hand, holding her whole body in his arms.

The two of them were almost stuck together, and Nian Qiaoyue's face was as red as a doll in a New Year picture.

Not far away, Nian Susu could hear the two people talking.

Qin Fengtian looked serious and focused on teaching her how to write. "This character is 'Nian'. This is the surname of Miss Nian II."

"Your Majesty's handwriting is so beautiful." Nian Qiaoyue didn't even look at the words on the paper, she glanced around shyly.

Qin Fengtian sneered. No one had ever praised his handwriting. Whether it was his father, the emperor, the tutor or his mother, their comments on his handwriting were extremely unanimous: scribbles.

Before, my elder brother Qin Junyu was able to write in the thin gold style with his hand, which was as sharp as iron and silver, and as vivid as a thirsty horse galloping to a spring.

Later, there was the cursive writing of the emperor’s younger brother, with its patterns of phoenixes flying in the air and dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

Qin Fengtian was not very proud of his own calligraphy. People who were better than him worked harder than him, so what was the point of his hard work?

Nian Qiaoyue had never read books or practiced calligraphy, so it was normal for her to think his handwriting was beautiful. This satisfied Qin Fengtian's little vanity, and he was more willing to teach her.

Nian Susu couldn't help laughing. She had once had the honor of seeing Qin Fengtian's handwriting, which was similar to that of her grandfather who had Parkinson's disease. It was amazing that Nian Qiaoyue could praise him without changing her expression.

"These two words are 'Qiao Yue', which is the girl's name." Qin Fengtian held her hand and wrote two big words on the paper.

Now Nian Qiaoyue not only blushed, but also her ears, "Prince, why did you teach me these three words?"

She expected Qin Fengtian to say something touching, but Qin Fengtian answered heartlessly:

"Because when I was a child, the first thing the tutor taught me was my name."

Nian Qiaoyue said "Oh" in disappointment.

Nian Susu felt powerless watching a straight man flirting with girls. She retracted her head and rubbed the back of her sore neck, but she felt relieved in her heart.

As long as Qin Fengtian falls in love with Nian Qiaoyue, he will go back and tell the Queen about it - he will not marry anyone else but Nian Qiaoyue.

Wouldn’t this resolve her marriage crisis?

Nian Susu was in a good mood and left humming a little tune.

Zhihua couldn't understand the young lady anymore.

……

East Palace.

Qin Junyu sat behind his desk dealing with a pile of official documents, all of which were sent from the imperial study. The emperor's old headache had recurred in recent days, and he wanted to use this opportunity to train his son, so he asked someone to send the memorials over.

Now it was Qin Junyu's turn to have a headache.

Being an emperor is not that easy. There are so many mouths wide open waiting for food, jackals are lurking on the border, and what's more scary is the constant internal strife.

The wolf-hair brush in his hand, dipped in cinnabar, could decide the life or death of a group of people with just a single stroke.