e's illness, in exchange, tell me who sent you to assassinate the Prince"Although the woman before him appeared to be a beautiful young lady from a wealthy family, Qingxuan found a poison for suicide...Without the ginseng chicken soup, Qing Xuan wound twine around a stick and used it to prop up the basin for washing her face. Then, she put the steamed buns that Namgung Yeop had not been given in the basin.

Two yellow warblers quickly flew into the silver basin and ate steamed buns.

"Chirp!"

She seized the opportunity and yanked the rope wrapped around the stick with all her might.

After half an hour, Qingxuan entered the room with a bowl of steaming hot soup.

"Simmered yellow oriole in clear broth, it's actually quite flavorful. Why don't you give it a try"

Namgung Yeop stared at her with strange eyes. "Who are you"

Qingxuan's hand holding the yellow sparrow soup froze, a hint of a smile playing on Shuiying's water-filled eyes.

"Well, you're just asking me this now Isn't it a bit late"

Qing Xuan's calmness and composure were beyond Nan Gong Ye's expectations.

A trace of surprise flashed across Nangong Ye's eyes.

Qingxuan brought the simmered yellow bird soup to his lips and said, "Everyone has a secret hidden in their heart, but rest assured, I am the genuine Qingxuan."

Under Nan Gong Ye's deep gaze, she turned and said, "This yellow sparrow soup has the effect of nourishing the middle and benefiting qi, dispelling liver fire and relieving depression. You can eat more, don't worry about staining the sheets, a better physical condition is more important for you to undergo surgery."

She brought the soup to his lips, stopping him mid-sentence.

That's enough.

As Qingxuan said, everyone has secrets in their hearts. He doesn't want to talk about things, and there's no need to force her to say them.

Qingxuan had simmered a clear yellow oriole soup for him, while she herself would be consuming ginseng yellow oriole soup an hour later.

He thought that Qingxuan was just exaggerating the effects of the yellow sparrow soup, but after he drank it, he actually felt his body more comfortable than before. Even his breath seemed deeper and fuller.

Seeing as if she could tell what he was thinking, Qingxuan said while reapplying medicine to him, “For now, in order not to arouse suspicion from the other people in this manor, any desired tonic won't be available. However, once you can stand again, you'll be able to eat anything that nourishes your body, and by then, your health will only get better and better.”

His eyes flickered with uncertainty, and after a long silence, his low voice echoed through the room: "Before you appeared, I felt my existence was worse than that of a maggot. My life held no hope whatsoever. What I saw as hardship was like a trapped beast in a cage, but now I find myself lying in bed, reeking and unable to move..."

Before he could finish his self-deprecating words, she covered his mouth with her hand.

Qingxuan looked at him, her eyes filled with a confident and determined light that seemed to shine into his heart.

"Lucky you, running into me. Your darkness ends here."

...Isn't he lucky

If you had heard this three days ago, you would have laughed it off, but now.

Well, she does make a point.

When Qingxuan got close to him and applied medicine to his face, because the distance was too close, he could smell her breath, and his heartbeat became a little faster.

After he fell asleep at night, a familiar pungent smell woke him up.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes, and self-loathing welled up within them.

Can he really get better like this

Remembering the bright light in Qingxuan's eyes today, his feelings of frustration now made him feel despair once more.

At this moment, he felt like he had just touched the sunlight, only to be pushed back into darkness by the harsh realities of his situation.

It was probably because he had drunk the yellow sparrow soup today that his incontinence smell was especially strong. Before long, he heard movement coming from the direction of the low stool.

As Qingxuan reached the table and lit the candle, he hastily closed his eyes.

Despite the strong scent, Qingxuan, awakened by it, didn't even raise an eyebrow. She began to clean the dirt off Nangong Ye's body.

Although Nangong Ye was closing his eyes and seemingly unconscious at the moment, Qing Xuan knew that he wasn't truly asleep. With such a strong scent, she could tell Nangong Ye was pretending to sleep to avoid his current predicament.tant wanted to speak but hesitated: "Benefactor, you really cured my face" 。Qingxuan's expression was firm: "Although I can't completely restore your face to its original state, it should be possible...