He didn't know that An Xiyue had such an idea at a young age. Aren't the flowers in the palace what all women yearn for? Nangong Yuanyi felt a little elated when he heard that. He wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, but he knew that she was very resistant, so he held back. He didn't want to hear her bad words.
"I want to open a medicine hall not for myself, but for my grandfather. You also know that he has been crazy about medical skills all his life. He has never forgotten that he is a doctor who can help the world even if he is ordered by the late emperor to never do it again. Practicing medicine, he also has a way to save the world and save people. As his granddaughter, since he has handed over his skills to me, I will inherit his mantle. I have always been in intrigues at home, and I have never stepped out. Look, what kind of world is his pity? Now I know which way to go and which way not to go. I don’t want to tie my hands and feet with marriage.”
An Xiyue finished speaking in one breath, her eyes shining brightly. He did not expect that An Xiyue had such great ambitions, but it was not as simple as a little girl in a boudoir thought. She was only sixteen years old, and none of this was her responsibility. Worry and take it to heart.
An Xiyue said these words partially with the intention of prevaricating. She could not say that she had experienced enough of the overt and covert struggles in the back house. She had not had such experience in this life, so she could not say nonsense.
"Marry me, and you can also open a medicine hall. With the support of Prince Yu's Mansion, no one dares to look down on you." Nangong Yuanyi planned to say this, but he still endured it.
Prince Yu's Mansion is not necessarily her support. The two "brothers" above him want something unexpected for him at any time, because he takes the place of Prince Yu's son and occupies the position of heir apparent.
Maybe one day, his identity will be exposed, and he will become a royal bastard instead of a prince, and she will also be affected. The Miao people are a race more terrifying than the devil in the hearts of the people of the Northern Dynasties. .
"Your Majesty, we're here." The groom's voice sounded from outside the carriage curtain.
An Xiyue thought she had arrived at the Anpinghou Mansion, but Nangong Yuanyi got up and walked out of the car a step ahead of her.
Only when An Xiyue came out did she realize that this was the most prosperous Yonghua Street in Kyoto. All the young men and ladies who appeared here were young men or young ladies from famous families, because the things here were very expensive.
An Xiyue refused to retreat. She was stunned on the spot, her eyes fixed on Nangong Yuanyi. She saw that he was so majestic and even had a perfect smile on his lips. He looked at her like he was looking at a treasure. He thought to himself, could it be that she just now He didn't care at all about her indifference in the car. She was rejecting him. Couldn't he tell?
All she needed to do was tell her that the eldest son of Prince Yu's Palace would also have many concubines in the future. There were countless noble families who wanted to squeeze through the threshold of Prince Yu's Palace, and she didn't want to earn that little bit of favor.
At this time, Nangong Yuanyi had already got off the carriage. He stretched out his slender and beautiful hands, standing in the brilliance and attracting attention.
An Xiyue was wearing plain clothes. She didn't want to be the focus of everyone's attention, so she also extended her hand, got off the carriage with the help of his strength, and then retracted it in an instant.
Nangong Yuanyi raised his lips and smiled softly, suddenly becoming gentle and gentle. He felt as if there was an electric current running through his fingers, which made him not want to let go. However, when An Xiyue got out of the car, he took back his hand because he didn't want her to be judged by others. .
In fact, with his status as the most arbitrary heir apparent in Prince Yu's palace, An Xiyue has become the focus of everyone's attention.
