Ever since, Qingxuan had never known how his injuries were healed.

Even now, just a routine physical examination still requires him to be under anesthesia.

Qingxuan noticed that Nangong Ye's eyes had become a few points deeper.

She thought something was amiss.

Couldn't it be... Nangong Ye was going to question her about how she checked his body? Or perhaps he didn't want to continue receiving anesthesia injections?

However, the facts are contrary to Qingxuan's imagination.

Nangong Ye's gentle voice sounded in her ear: "Good."

Qingxuan, hearing this, let out a long breath of relief.

Nan Gong Ye received an injection of anesthetic and fell into a coma.

Upon bringing Nangong Ye into the spatial ring for inspection, Qing Xuan was surprised to discover that Nangong Ye's regenerative ability far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Originally, the muscle was showing signs of atrophy. After just a few days, there has been a significant improvement in the atrophy situation.

In the 25th century, this situation would be simply inexplicable.

But...

Although this world may lack many advanced technologies, the people here are skilled in martial arts, and their internal energy cultivation is truly profound.

This also explains why Namgung Yeop's muscle atrophy condition showed such significant improvement in just a few days.

The anesthesia wore off.

When Nangong Ye woke up, Qingxuan had already made millet porridge and added dried shrimp and cured pork, preserved ingredients, to it.

Now, they are trapped in the palace and can't go out every day. Although they don't worry about food, they can't get fresh meat.

I will go to the black market this afternoon.

Nan Gong Ye replied faintly.

Everyone says that newlyweds are deeply in love, inseparable like glue. For Nan Gong Ye from the past, this had never been something he considered. He used to think about how to be decisive and ruthless on the battlefield, intimidating foreign barbarians, and how to make his father look at him with admiration.

I've never experienced the feeling of not wanting to be alone.

Qing Xuan took the bank notes from the cabinet and was about to leave when Nangong Ye suddenly called out to her.

"Xuér, I previously put a top-grade white jade hairpin on the black market. When you get to the black market, tell the attendant, 'Moonlight White Orchid'. The attendant will take you to retrieve the White Orchid hairpin."

Qing Xuan was surprised. It turned out that Nangong Ye also frequently went to the black market.

Her gaze shifted to the various ornaments in the room.

The things in this room seem simple but are actually top-notch items. The things in the palace are naturally extravagant and luxurious, totally different from Namgung Yeop's room style. That is to say, these things are very likely partly sourced from the black market.

Nan Gong Ye stood before Qing Xuan, seeing her eyes roll about like marbles, seemingly guessing what she was thinking.

A pampered smile flashed across his deep eyes.

"

Take Cloud with you, be careful of everything.

"To bring Yun Sheng along? But... your situation has just improved. If others were to intrude on this courtyard, you would find it difficult to cope."

Since Nangong Ye's spine was fixed, his limbs regained sensation, his obsidian eyes once again shone with light.

At this time, he had a kingly aura of intimidation.

Nangong Ye gently caressed her cheek: "It's fine, there's still Zhang Jin here, and now that I can move, the situation won't be too bad."

She still insisted on keeping Yun Sheng in the mansion. All the weapons inside Nangong Ye's room were confiscated, and if anyone broke in, he wouldn't even have any hidden weapons to protect himself.

After tugging for a long time, Nangong Ye suddenly became angry.

A handsome face instantly fell.

"When a wife is out in the world, things are more unpredictable than when she's at home. If Madam insists on not bringing Yun Sheng, I shall begin to starve myself from this moment on."

"!!!"

Isn't this the same king who was once revered and kept at a distance by all?

Such audacity!

Seeing Nangong Ye's composed face, Qing Xuan felt a mix of helplessness and warmth in her heart.

If he didn't care about himself, he wouldn't be so shameless.

"Alright then."

In the end, she chose to compromise and decided to take Yunsheng with her.

The moment she spoke, he saw a smile on Namgung Yeop's face like that of a child who had just received candy.

"!!!"

If it weren't for the instant that a fleeting smile vanished from Nangong Ye's eyes, replaced once again by his usual composed and steady demeanor, he might have thought Nangong Ye had been possessed.

When leaving the Wangfu in the afternoon, Nangong Ye personally draped his only cloak over her.

"Though wind and snow batter outside, a new king at home waits for his wife's return."

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