Chapter 111: Time Passes Quietly, Like a Dream

ain, fearing that her arrogant pride would harm patients. 。No matter what, if Qingxuan could diagnose the illnesses of these three people, she wouldn't be labeled as deceiving the emperor. Then, Qingx...When Nangong Ye spoke, he gave the impression of being in a lighthearted jest.

But under the sunlight, his expression was unusually serious, not at all like he was joking.

She also knew he wasn't joking.

He said he would give her his life, and that meant it truly.

At this moment, Nangong Ye's deep eyes reflected her face, which was filled with emotion.

"Nan Gong Ye."

She narrowed her eyes and softly called his name.

I didn't think this name was very nice before, but now whenever I call his name, a touch of sweetness wells up in my heart.

Nan Gong Ye's kiss landed on her forehead.

"My husband, I'm here."

Not only is Nangong Ye, but now Qingxuan also wishes time would freeze at this moment.

Before she traveled through time, she was busy with various medical research, fighting against all kinds of cancer cells. She didn't have much time to rest, let alone talk about love.

And now, looking into Nangong Ye's eyes filled with affection, she felt for the first time what it meant to have a peaceful life.

Being held in Namgung Yeop's arms, basking in the sun, a warmth spread through her abdomen. Soon after, drowsiness overtook her again.

She fell asleep in Namgung Yeop's arms.

Qingxuan didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, she found herself on the big bed in her room.

"Nan Gong Ye..."

She stretched lazily and instinctively turned her head, but she couldn't find Nangong Ye's figure on the bed.

Where is everyone

At this time, there was no sign of Nangong Ye in the room.

Even though the windows were closed, due to the eerie quiet of the courtyard, every little rustle or movement could be heard. Inside her room, she vaguely heard the sound of a blade slicing through the air like a sword cry.

Could Nan Gong Ye be practicing swordsmanship

Qingxuan's expression froze.

She thought such a thing was impossible, yet when Qingxuan opened the door, she actually saw Nangong Ye in white standing in the courtyard, practicing swordplay with the Asking Heaven Sword.

Now Nangong Ye was clearly tired even walking, yet every move he made with the Zhentian Sword was clean and sharp, not showing a single flaw.

The sword light flashed like lightning, the attacker moving like a swimming dragon.

Qingxuan, who was full of doubts and worries, couldn't help but stare blankly at this moment.

Every moment is beautiful, like a painting.

Now, Nangong Ye's body has not fully recovered, and his figure still looks very thin.

Qingxuan couldn't imagine what Nangong Ye, at his most glorious period, would have been like—his appearance breathtakingly handsome, his bearing noble and majestic.

No wonder Nangong Ye was the dream lover of most women in this capital city. From three-year-old girls to sixty-year-old grandmothers, everyone wanted to marry Nangong Ye.

But now the ideal man of countless women has become her own husband.

This feels like a dream.

A hint of relief flashed across Qingxuan's eyes.

She stood there dumbly at the doorway until Nangong Ye, drenched in sweat from exhaustion, stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Nan Gong Ye!"

She worriedly shouted and rushed to Nangong Ye's side at the fastest speed, barely managing to hold him up before he fell to the ground.

"Nan Gong Ye, are you alright"

Nangong Ye's breathing became very rapid, because his physical strength couldn't keep up, and after high-intensity sword practice, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Nan Gong Ye gasped for breath, struggling to speak: "My lady, I'm fine."

Big drops of sweat, like yellow beans, dripped from Namgung Yeop's forehead.

Nan Gong Ye's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Oh well, that bath was for nothing.

Seeing Nanguang Ye become a mess, with a smile still in his eyes, Qingxuan glared at Nanguang Ye resentfully.

Qingxuan: "You're still laughing Don't you know that the intensity of your sword training now far exceeds what your body can currently handle. Doing this not only won't help you recover quickly, it will backfire."

Seeing the worry in Qingxuan's eyes, Nangong Ye's smile deepened.

"My lady, I'm fine. Just need a bit of rest. If you're still worried about me, after my bath later, you can check me over thoroughly."

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She hurried to help Nangong Ye into the house, but then she vaguely reacted that something about Nangong Ye's words didn't sound right!neither humble nor arrogant, and rang out clearly. 。Zhou Dequan originally didn't want to get involved, after all, he was just an eunuch. Princess Chaoyang had the Empress backing her up, and she was...