year, her hands always developing chilblains that were both red and itchy."It was just a day of changing bed sheets for Nanyung Yeop, but unexpectedly, she ended up having her frostbite flare up."My h...Oh no!

Qingxuan opened her eyes and a carp jumped straight out of bed.

Her eyes were filled with worry, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Nangong Ye had already gotten up and been standing by her bedside, watching over her with fondness.

She had been married into the Prince's Mansion for several days. Given Nan Gong Ye's situation, he was practically "dead."

She has been staying in this courtyard, sulking, and no one knows the real situation about Nangong Ye.

Jiang Fei thought that after such a long time, she should have cried her heart out.

But she didn't.

The only explanation is that Nangong Ye is most likely already dead, and she, out of fear of being buried with him, would rather spend every day with a corpse than pretend Nangong Ye is still alive.

Qingxuan's lips were tightly pressed together. Now that the Jiang Fei was asking someone to come in and clean up the stench, it was nothing more than letting them see if Nan Gong Ye was still alive.

Soon, footsteps echoed through the halls.

She had previously instructed Yunshen that in case of sudden circumstances, his first reaction should be to hide.

Now she's not worried about people coming in and encountering Yun Sheng.

There is no smell in this room at all, it's very clean because she cleaned it.

Her gaze swirled and settled on the chamber pot used by Nan Gong Ye.

She turned her head to look at Nangong Ye, meeting his doting gaze.

"My lord, I'm afraid I have to ask you to bear with this for now."

Last night, Nangong Ye had clearly woken up on the wrong side of the bed, yet now he looked at her with eyes so gentle they were almost overflowing with tenderness. It was as if these dirty things about to be splashed onto his body were nothing to him at all.

"When the madam took action, Ye didn't feel wronged."

Meeting Nangong Ye's profound gaze, Qing Xuan's ears burned.

This......

That's too weird!

Even though thinking about what she was about to do made her feel suffocated, when she met Nangong Ye's warm and intense gaze, she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart.

Qing Xuan hurriedly averted her gaze from Nangong Ye, holding up a chamber pot with a light cough: "Lie down quickly."

In the room, Nangong Ye's voice was ambiguously suggestive, a smile playing on his lips.

"My lady, I am settled."

Nan Gong Ye's words made her ears burn even hotter.

Fortunately, the guards around Jiang Fei didn't rush into the room at first.

The guard stood at the door: "My lord, my lady, this subordinate is here by order of Concubine Jiang to come and clean your chambers."

This sounds nice, but it's a pretext for checking if Nangong Ye is still alive.

The guard didn't give the people in the room time to respond after he finished speaking.

Although Ji Qingxuan still held the title of Princess Consort, if the person lying in bed was already a corpse, what difference did it make whether she was a Princess Consort or not She wouldn't be far from death either.

The guard pushed the door open, claiming to be cleaning, yet his sharp gaze swept across the room.

The pungent odor made the guards pinch their noses tightly.

The last guard's sharp gaze fell on the bed.

NanGong Ye curled up entirely within the blanket, not even his head could be seen.

The people inside are probably already dead!

The guards rushed to Namgung Yeop's bedside.

Just as the guard reached out to lift the quilt from Namgung Yeop's body, Seon whispered a low warning.

"Audacity! How dare you lift the lord's blanket"

The guard ignored Qingxuan's anger and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, Empress Jiang instructed me to clean this room. Since the biggest smell comes from Your Majesty, of course, we need to deal with the biggest source of odor."

The guard thought to himself, "There must be a corpse inside."

Seeing the guard insist on lifting the blanket off Namgung Yeop's body, Seon was quick to anger: "Your Majesty dislikes anyone other than me touching him. The dirt on Your Majesty's body will naturally be cleaned by me. You only need to clean the rest of the room."

The more Qingxuan looked nervous, the weirder it seemed!

The guard grabbed Nanguang Ye's quilt, but didn't let go: "Your Highness, I am ordered by Empress Jiang to clean everything in this room."

The guard, having said his piece, no longer paid heed to Qingxuan's anger at the moment. He pulled the blanket off of Nangong Ye with a single sweep of his hand.

The moment I lifted the covers, an even more intense smell of feces hit me.e palace by Empress Jiang. She then had another chance to appear before the Crown Prince. If she could be favored by him, even as a concubine, once he ascended the throne, she would rise to prominence...