Ju Nanyi staggered a step and almost crashed into the flower table beside him, recalling the sensation of being between life and death just moments ago on that same table, he now felt breathless. Kicking the table leg in frustration, there was a sharp crack as the leg broke off.
The man turned and walked away, feeling like a laughable figure now, similar to a courtesan from the brothel who couldn't keep her visitors. Was he supposed to send them off with a smile?
"Empress, Lord Ju is following behind the procession," Nanny Yun suddenly reported quietly after Zheng Nianru's procession had left Prince Duan's Mansion by some distance.
Zheng Nianru rubbed her forehead, feeling tired, originally thinking that Ju Nanyi would be as easy to deal with as in her past life.
"If he wants to follow, then let him follow," Zheng Nianru said irritably.
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