Chapter 8: Cleaning Up for the Prince

a hint of gloom, and her heart felt a dull pang of discomfort.When the original owner was little, she often ate the pastries at this shop, and she and her mother loved the rose osmanthus cake here th...Nangong Ye's forehead was struck again by Qing Xuan.

You are now in bed, you can't even move your little finger. A paper tiger still threatens me, is it useful

When she said this, there was not a shred of contempt in her eyes for him. She even...

Begin to unwrap the bandages from beneath him and clean away the filth.

Namgung Yeop: “You…”

Now, Namgung Yeop was wrapped in bandages from head to toe, but only his deep-set eyes could reveal his current emotions.

Qingxuan handled the matter of cleaning up the mess under him very skillfully: "It's a good thing you still have the energy to be angry. People in primitive society didn't wear clothes, and you're not much different now. Instead of being ashamed in front of me, it would be better to focus on getting well soon."

Qingxuan's voice was calm and confident, reminding Nangong Ye of a gentle spring breeze. She seemed able to overcome any difficulty with ease.

Before Qingxuan brought Nangong Ye out of the spatial realm, she had already changed the filthy sheets to clean ones. Now that they were soiled again, she took fresh sheets and put them on. She also wiped the place beneath him very clean, reapplied medicine, and bandaged it.

At this time, Namgung Yeop, because of shame and anger, had already twisted his head to the side. He looked out the window, and after a long while, he let out a hoarse voice again: "Actually... you don't have to clean up for me."

Qingxuan looked at the items in the cabinet. Now, the bed sheet changed for Nangong Ye was the only clean one in the room.

Next, she had to figure out a way to get the maidservant to bring clean sheets every day for Nangong Ye to change into.

Qing Xuan fell silent, lost in thought. Nangong Ye's eyes dimmed once more.

Though she spoke nicely, she still found him repulsive.

To his surprise, he heard her let out a long sigh of relief. "Your body is covered in wounds, not even that place is spared. Luckily, though your exterior is damaged, the core remains unharmed. You will still be able to carry on the family line."

He was astonished.

Did she not look down on him

His only movable head twitched slightly.

Looking at the woman with bright eyes and a radiant smile before him, Nangong Ye cautiously voiced his concern: "Don't you find my current situation... undesirable"

Qing Xuan threw the soiled bedsheets to the doorway for now. She turned to look at the man wrapped up like a mummy by her, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is sick, not that you chose to be this way. If you deliberately messed yourself, then I would feel disgusted and resentful. Now that I've seen your most vulnerable side, all I ask is that when you get better, don't seek revenge."

Don't repay her kindness with resentment. Her request is so simple

Drawing his gaze back from Qingxuan, Nangong Ye closed his eyes and said no more.

Although she does possess some medical skill, he can no longer stand up. Even if he wanted to repay kindness with kindness in the future, he wouldn't be able to.

At the end of the day, he didn't truly believe this woman before him could heal him, allowing him to wield his sword again and once more dominate the battlefield with an air of invincibility.

Seeing that Nangong Ye didn't seem to want to speak, Qing Xuan also knew better than to press him, so she shut her mouth.

No matter how much one talks about curing diseases, the final treatment outcome speaks volumes.

After Nangong Ye fell asleep, Qing Xuan went to the courtyard to draw well water. Now that it was late autumn, taking a cold bath was unrealistic. She simply wiped her body and changed out of her wedding clothes into her everyday attire, lying down on the low couch.

There were no extra blankets in the room. To keep herself warm, she took Nan Gong Ye's old cloak from the closet and covered herself with it before going to sleep.

The cloak draped over him carried a faint scent of green bamboo, refreshing and elegant, very pleasant.

Savoring the aroma of the tea, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, the man lying in bed suddenly opened his eyes. By the moonlight, his deep gaze fixed on her face...

The next day, just as dawn broke.

Qingxuan woke up and saw that Nangong Ye was breathing steadily. She went to the door and threw the bedsheets, which had been soiled last night, to the courtyard entrance, waiting for the maidservant to appear again.

Chun Tao held a leftover steamed bun and as soon as she reached the courtyard door, she smelled a strong stench.

She tightly covered her nose: "This smell has already reached outside the courtyard, wouldn't it be that the King has died!"

As soon as Chun Tao finished speaking, there was a sharp crack.

Her face was flushed.

Chun Tao glared angrily at the person who had hit her: "You dare to hit me!"otect Qingxuan well and wouldn't let her face any danger outside for his sake.But he turned his thoughts elsewhere.If Qingxuan was at Yúnjiān Ge, Rong'an would naturally ensure her safety.But, even so...