Nangong Anan glared and said, "What are you going to do? Just stay put in the Marquis Mansion, you're the Pingnan Prince Heir, your father is counting on you, what business do you have accompanying me to the imperial mausoleum?"
"Alright, alright, if you say it can't be done, then that's that. At the very least, I can often visit you, that should be fine, right?" Gao Xiang said with a smile.
"Hmm."
When Nangong Anan sought permission from Nangong Qian to go to the imperial mausoleum, Nangong Qian didn't mind at all. He knew she was suffering, but victors become kings and losers bandits. If his methods were not harsh enough, those who once fought with him for the throne would sooner or later show their sharp claws and come at him again.
Guarding the spirit in the mausoleum was a request that was not at all excessive, and Nangong Qian agreed at once. Nangong Anan didn't want to stay a moment longer, and the very next day, she moved to the imperial mausoleum.