Did the Seventh Prince attend court today?

Nanzhang County is located 120 li southwest of Xiangyang Prefecture, along the Zhang River. The county is mostly mountainous with streams, making it prone to flash floods and flooding during the rainy season. It was the area most severely affected by the disaster in Xiangyang Prefecture and also the area with the most emergencies.

And the Crown Prince's calamity lies here.

This is why Youlu packed his bags early; he had a compelling reason to go to Nanzhang.

The road to Nanzhang was indeed difficult to travel, especially after dark when it started raining. The already damp road became even muddier, and the wheels got stuck in potholes several times, greatly delaying our journey.

"Heave-ho—Heave-ho—One, two, three, push!"

Amidst the pattering rain, there were unified shouts.

The driver in front shouted himself hoarse and cracked his whip, while the militiamen behind him put all their strength into pushing forward in unison. However, the pit was too deep, and the mud had sunk up to the wheels. With the wheels and horses' hooves slipping, they simply couldn't push the silver cart stuck in the mud.

This was the third time already, and the five militiamen accompanying him were exhausted, their spirits high but their strength failing.

The torrential rain blurred the view, and just when everyone was at a loss, a dark figure appeared beside the silver carriage like a ghost. He grabbed the carriage shaft with both hands and lifted it up, causing the carriage to tilt and one of the wheels to come off the mud.

The militiamen were dumbfounded. Putting aside how heavy the cart was, there were 10,000 taels of silver on it, and it was just lifted up so easily.

A steady voice rang out amidst the sound of rain, "Give me a hand."

The group of people then realized what was happening, surrounded the carriage frame, and worked together to lift the silver carriage out of the mud pit.

Once the silver carriage was freed from its predicament, the militia captain bowed and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Duke Zhenguo. It's windy and rainy outside, please get back into the carriage."

Cang Shuyue nodded slightly and said, "The rain is too heavy and obstructs the view. We can light more windproof lamps for illumination."

"Yes!" the militia captain replied respectfully, his voice trembling with excitement.

This is the Duke of Zhenguo! Which soldier wouldn't admire him!

Cang Shuyue turned around and went back to the carriage. After taking off his oilcloth, hat and boots, he lifted a corner of the curtain and crawled into the carriage.

The moment I looked up, my gaze met a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.

"You're so amazing!"

The boy's praise was sincere and enthusiastic, making no attempt to hide his appreciation. At the same time, a clean handkerchief was extended and gently wiped the rain from his face.

Cang Shuyue smiled slightly, reached out and pulled the person back into his arms, and whispered, "You're very good too. You can learn my sister's marksmanship at a glance."

"That's how smart people are," Yu Lu said with a pleased smile, grabbing his large hand. "You just lifted the car, so you should wipe your hands clean too."

Cang Shuyue obediently opened her hands, letting him pinch and touch them.

On one side, Jian Dan lowered his head and fiddled with his medicine box, pretending not to hear or see anything.

He's very accepting of things; he's already convinced that Cang Shuyue and You Lu are a couple. Don't ask him why he's so calm. If you knew that your sweetheart was in love with his younger brother, you would feel the same way.

If there's anything that's simply unacceptable, it's that the two of them are too clingy, to the point of being oblivious to others. They're so intimate in front of him, a stranger, so you can imagine how they would act in front of acquaintances.

Seeing that Jian Dan kept wiping the medicine bottle but refused to look up, the Pixiu lying in the corner couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

[You don't want to take it, the beast doesn't dare to take it, and the beast is in an even worse situation than you.]

To agree to something would mean admitting its mistakes and handing over its leader to someone else, which it simply cannot do.

I don't ship them, but this is just too, too sweet!

Sisters, does anyone know this?

Immorality + Taboo + Physical Disparity + Raising + Ambiguous Pull-and-Tug + Sweet Romance

The beast is going to be knocked out!

Because of the rain, it had to take shelter inside the carriage. As soon as it entered, it was attacked by a sky full of pink bubbles and almost fainted from the sweetness. Nobody told it that the sugar content in the carriage was so high!

It wanted to look but dared not look, dared not look but wanted to look, and in the end it could only cover its eyes with its paws, secretly peeking through its fingers, and then wriggle in the dark corner, making a "hehehe" sound.

After wiping his hands, Youlu grabbed Cang Shuyue's hand to compare sizes. Another sinister laugh echoed behind him, sending a chill down his spine. He turned to look at the Pixiu in the corner, raised an eyebrow, and thought to himself, "What are you doing? That laugh is creepy."

The Pixiu immediately clasped its paws together, lowered its head, and sat up straight. Out of the corner of its eye, it glanced at the two figures, one large and one small, their fingers interlocked. With a forced smile, it said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little full."

You Lu asked, puzzled, "Weren't you always with the convoy? What did you eat?"

"Never mind that, I didn't steal any silver." The Pixiu said righteously.

Just as Lu was about to ask more questions, his hand was gently pinched. He turned around and met a pair of eyes overflowing with dissatisfaction.

"What are you looking at?"

A cool, refreshing fragrance wafted closer, so close that they could feel each other's breath. Youlu was slightly startled, subconsciously leaning back and blinking innocently, saying, "I wasn't looking at anything, I was just spacing out for a while."

The displeasure in Cang Shuyue's eyes vanished instantly. Her gaze slowly swept over his full, moist lips, and she lowered her head to rub her temple, softly asking, "Are you sleepy? Want to take a nap?"

A deep, magnetic voice echoed through the carriage, mingling with the sound of rain and creating a unique atmosphere.

"Okay, okay." Youlu's voice was a little unsteady. Strange, why did he suddenly have a heart rhythm problem? Was he too tired?

Before he could figure it out, his head was pressed against a firm, elastic chest, and his hands were pulled to encircle a slender waist. A large, strong hand rhythmically patted his arm, and a gentle, coaxing voice whispered in his ear, "Sleep."

His already sluggish mind completely shut down, and he closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Cang Shuyue lowered her eyes to look at his peaceful sleeping face, her eyes filled with tenderness. She lowered her head and gently kissed his forehead before leaning against the car wall and closing her eyes to pretend to sleep.

Simple:"……"

I hate that I have such sharp hearing and eyesight.

[Ahhhhhh, Ah Wei is dead!] Pixiu screamed and rushed out of the carriage.

The deer, startled by the call, quickly fell back asleep under gentle patting.

It was already midnight when the carriage arrived in Nanzhang County. Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, Jian Dan picked up his medicine box and jumped off, as if there were some ferocious beast inside.

Besides the officials from Nanzhang County, several officials from the capital who had been sent to inspect the disaster area also came out to greet them, including Xu Zheng's son, Xu Ruohuai.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Xu Ruohuai rushed forward laughing and called out, "Little Deer, my dear little brother, I've missed you so much—"

The rest of the conversation abruptly ended when he saw the face behind the carriage curtain, colder than ice for millennia.

Xu Ruohuai swallowed hard, his legs trembling as he bowed with his hands clasped in greeting: "Greetings, Duke Zhenguo."

Cang Shuyue glanced at him, his face expressionless, but his eyes flashed with icy coldness. He said in a cold voice, "Since Imperial Censor Xu is so energetic, why don't you go and help unload the silver chests?"

"Yes, I'll go right away." Xu Ruohuai ran off, his hands and feet moving in unison.

His cheek brushed against the soft lips of the person in his arms, and Cang Shuyue slowly tightened his arms, his lowered eyes filled with gloom.

This is his little deer; no one can take it away from him.