The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 663: The Ox, Snake, Ghost, and God (2)_1

Chapter 663: Chapter 663: The Ox, Snake, Ghost, and God (2)_1

"Madam, please don’t talk like this. You will surely live to a ripe old age," Nanny Qilan rallied together a cheerful demeanor in an attempt to convince her.

"You’ve been following me since you were eight, enduring so many hardships over the years on my behalf. Despite our master-servant relationship, I’ve always seen you as a sister. But looking at the possessions in this residence, I fear that after my departure, they won’t show you any kindness." As she spoke, the old lady’s tears increasingly streamed down her face.

Ever since she lost her daughter and her husband died, the old lady had been unable to shed tears. But now, all of her bitterness was pouring out with her tears, perhaps this was a kind of release at the time of death. "I want to entrust you to the Prince. Only he, remembering how you served me, would be kind to you. Both the Prince and his wife are good-hearted people; they will definitely not mistreat you."

"Madam, please stop. Your servant isn’t going anywhere; I will always be by your side. Wherever you go, I will also go. And don’t even think about entrusting your servant to the Prince and his wife. Your servant is already old and would only cause trouble in the Wang Residence." Nanny Qilan cried even harder. Being an orphan from a young age and following the old lady for many years, she saw her not only as her master but also her closest family.

"I know my own body. The Prince and his wife are kind-hearted. As long as you treat them well, they will never forget your kindness. Unlike the ingrates in this residence. I’ve failed the Marquis, raising them to be this way. Over the years, I’ve always felt a sense of guilt for bringing them to the Northern Land, so I’ve turned a blind eye to some things. Little did I think they would become more and more presumptuous. It’s all my fault." After finishing her statement, the old lady cried until she was short of breath.

Fearing that she would get upset, Nanny Qilan quickly distracted her. "Your servant will listen to the Madam fully and follow the Prince and his wife in the future."

Upon hearing this, the old lady’s crying lessened. "With you by their side, I can be at ease after I’m gone."

To make her happy, Nanny Qilan gave her a forced smile. "Although your servant might not be able to do other things, I can at least help you watch over the Little Prince."

Upon mention of the child, the old lady’s mood finally brightened, "They are already married, and there will soon be a child. In the future, the Prince won’t feel upset during festivals."

Remembering how dejected the Prince had been on festivals throughout the years, the old lady’s mood instantly fell again.

"Madam, you woke up early today, so it’s best to take a nap now. Don’t worry or overthink things. If the Prince and his wife find out, they will worry about you even more." Having no other choice, Nanny Qilan finally mentioned Chu Suifeng and Lin Ziyin to address her concern.

"I am really tired. I’ll take a nap first. You deliver the trunks from the inner room to the Wang Residence personally. I won’t be at ease otherwise." The old lady insisted, keeping her eyes wide open.

"Old Madam, why are you doing this?" Nanny Qilan sighed. The things might indeed be valuable, but the Prince, who lacks nothing and doesn’t care about material possessions, is different. The Marquis and others, however, already seemed dissatisfied, clearly visible from their expressions and reactions earlier.

"You think I want to do this? But these things are all the late Empress’s. Leaving them to them would only lead to spoilage." The old lady looked extremely tired.

Nanny Qilan remained silent, covered her with a quilt, and then left with a sigh.

After a while, people came in to help move the trunks, careful to keep the noise to a minimum as to not disturb the old lady.

The old lady laid alone on the bed, alternating between laughter and tears, before eventually falling asleep.

"All of these things are being sent to the Wang Residence?" Li Jiesong stood at the main courtyard gate, watching the servants busily moving the trunks, his face turning red with anxiety.