hand over the gold ingot trembled with fright.The shopkeeper huddled under the corner of a nearby table: “Two esteemed guests, please spare me. I don’t even want this gold ingot anymore.”Seeing the s...Nan Gong Ye's eagerness to have surgery, she completely understood.

For Nangong Ye, merely wasting a day was as long as a year.

Actually, she didn't want to prolong the night any further for fear of what dreams might come.

“You have another good rest today, and I'll operate on you first thing tomorrow morning.”

Namgung Yeop let out a long sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He now desperately wanted to stand by Qingxuan's side, shielding her from harm and preventing her from being treated worse than others in the palace. He also wished to wash the bedsheets he had soiled for her.

Now winter is almost here, her hands are frostbitten. If she keeps washing them, they will definitely rot.

Seeing Nanguang Ye's swollen and red hands staring at her, she remembered that when she operated on him, his hands couldn't itch.

Although her bracelet compartment didn't contain any frostbite remedies, there were still plenty of effective anti-itch needles.

Before operating on Nangong Ye, she would first inject herself with a painkiller to stop the itch in her hands.

As I thought about this, a foul smell wafted through the room again.

Nan Gong Ye lowered his eyes in sadness.

Since she stopped him from saying apologetic words that time, although he hadn't said anything afterwards, every time he encountered a situation like this, he would bury his self-blame and guilt in his heart just like now.

Qingxuan pretended not to see his expression and carefully changed the sheets for him.

She took the soiled sheets to the courtyard.

Just as she was about to change the sheets for Nangong Ye, Yun Sheng snatched the sheet from her hand.

Yun Sheng looked at her hand with a pained expression: "My lady, your hand is blistered. These chores, I'll do them!"

When Jian Yun offered to wash the sheets, Qing Xuan didn't stop him.

He was just a cloud, living freely without ever washing anything. After snatching the bedsheet, Yunsheng looked at her like a bewildered squirrel, turning his light turquoise eyes.

"Master... how do I wash this bed sheet"

Qingxuan almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

Yun Sheng has never washed anything.

Luckily, Yun Sheng was very clever. She only guided him for a few sentences, and before he even got started, he learned it. He just moved a little slowly.

She washed the sheets with the clouds, and she originally wanted to go back into the house and chat with Nangong Ye again.

She could tell that Nangong Ye's mood was off today.

I don't want to hear Chun Tao's shouts coming from the front door.

"Is the Princess here"

Yun Sheng instantly stood up and was about to walk towards the door, luckily she stopped him in time.

Qingxuan hadn't had time to tell Yunshen that he couldn't leave the courtyard now, and he couldn't be seen by others.

Qingxuan ordered Yunsheng to hide first.

Though Yunsheng didn't understand the purpose of this, he still followed her instructions and immediately returned to the tea room.

At this time, Chun Tao stood at the door, tightly pinching her nose.

To prevent Chun Tao from coming into the courtyard, Qing Xuan has deliberately placed some filth at the entrance these days.

The closer you get to the door, the stronger the smell becomes.

Smelling this stench, Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy in her heart. The fact that the princess had fallen to such a state was truly remarkable.

But then, thinking that Nangong Ye would recover soon, she secretly let out a breath of relief.

Qingxuan walked to the door and saw Chun Tao sizing her up.

Chun Tao is judging Nangong Ye's death based on her emotions. Or perhaps, Empress Ginger doesn't trust Nangong Ye's current situation, so she sent Ginger Hong to assassinate him. Now, she has Chun Tao come to confirm if Nangong Ye is truly dead.

Immediately, Chun Tao bluntly asked, "How is the King now"

As soon as Chun Tao finished speaking, she pinched her palm hard.

The acting skills are instantly online.

She reddened her eyes, taking on the look of someone who had waited for death with unbearable sorrow.

"Serving the Master is worse than just dying! Please, go tell Empress Jiang that I'm willing to do anything, just please don't make me stay in this courtyard!" a scene was just a small one for Zhou Hong. 。The number of patients she has treated is vast.Many patients avoid seeking medical attention because they are afraid that their illness cannot be cured.Qi...