After getting dressed and freshening up, Meng Xiaoyu went to the dining room and greeted Nangong Yunhan, who was waiting for her at the table.
“Alright, come and eat! Today we have your favorite, potato stewed chicken!” Nangong Yunhan said, gesturing for Meng Xiaoyu to sit beside her and placing a piece of chicken in her bowl with chopsticks.
“Thank you, Sister Yunhan,” Meng Xiaoyu said, sitting next to Nangong Yunhan and eating the chicken she was given, expressing her gratitude as she ate.
Nangong Yunhan continued to serve Meng Xiaoyu her favorite dishes without saying much, even as Meng Xiaoyu thanked her.
Throughout the meal, Meng Xiaoyu didn’t reach for any dishes on the table herself.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, but every time she finished what Nangong Yunhan had put in her bowl, the attentive Nangong Yunhan would already have served her more of what she wanted.
After the meal, Nangong Yunhan took Meng Xiaoyu for a walk, saying it was to help with digestion.
After the walk, Meng Xiaoyu enjoyed a relaxing medicinal bath as instructed by Nangong Yunhan, and then they went to visit Ling Yuer, who was still unconscious.
Seeing Ling Yuer’s face, which had regained its usual rosy color despite her coma, Meng Xiaoyu asked Nangong Yunhan, “Sister Yunhan, how long do you think it will take for her to wake up?”
“That depends on her own recovery ability. She was severely injured and poisoned, which affected her heart. Although most of the poison has been cleared, the damage from the poison still needs time to heal…” Nangong Yunhan replied, giving a long-winded answer without specifying when Ling Yuer might wake up.
Finally, she concluded, “So I can’t say for sure when she’ll wake up.
It all depends on her recovery ability.” In other words, Ling Yuer’s awakening wasn’t something Nangong Yunhan could predict; it depended on Ling Yuer’s own body.
If her recovery was strong, she might wake up tomorrow.
If not, it could take much longer.
“Oh, I see,” Meng Xiaoyu said, feeling a bit disappointed upon hearing that even Nangong Yunhan didn’t know when Ling Yuer would wake up.
She couldn’t quite explain why she felt this way, but she didn’t like seeing Ling Yuer lying there like a sleeping beauty, lifeless.
The Ling Yuer she knew was proud, confident, and a bit of a rogue.
Now, the person who used to call her “wife” was lying quietly in bed, which made Meng Xiaoyu feel uncomfortable, like a thorn in her heart—not painful, but unsettling.
“Xiaoyu, don’t worry too much. She’s a martial artist, and her skills aren’t weak. People like her, who have reached a high level of martial arts, have strong recovery abilities,” Nangong Yunhan comforted Meng Xiaoyu, seeing her disappointment.
“Really?” Meng Xiaoyu asked, her eyes filled with hope.
“Yes,” Nangong Yunhan nodded, though she was reluctant.
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s bright smile after her affirmation, Nangong Yunhan suddenly regretted her words.
But that regret was quickly dispelled by a kiss on the cheek from the happy Meng Xiaoyu.
After receiving Nangong Yunhan’s assurance, Meng Xiaoyu was overjoyed.
In her excitement, she kissed Nangong Yunhan on the cheek.
Realizing what she had done, her face turned red.
“Haha, um, I’m going to practice swordsmanship,” she said shyly, quickly leaving Ling Yuer’s room, grabbing a sword from her room, and heading to the place where she practiced yesterday morning.
Watching Meng Xiaoyu hurriedly leave, Nangong Yunhan touched her left cheek where she had been kissed, smiling contentedly.
Looking at the still-sleeping Ling Yuer, she murmured to herself, “Alright, for Xiaoyu’s sake, I’ll tell the medicine slave to reduce the amount of ‘Dormant Grass’ in your treatment starting tomorrow.”
Although she had told Meng Xiaoyu that Ling Yuer wouldn’t be unconscious for long, Nangong Yunhan didn’t want her to wake up too soon.
So she instructed the medicine slave to reduce, but not stop, the use of Dormant Grass—a herb that induces deep sleep without side effects.
After all, she couldn’t let Ling Yuer wake up too early, right? A month or two shouldn’t be too long.
For someone who is always asleep, time is irrelevant.
But for Nangong Yunhan, she could use this time to win over Meng Xiaoyu’s heart.
With this thought, Nangong Yunhan glanced at the sleeping Ling Yuer again, then left the bamboo house with a smile.
After instructing the medicine slave to reduce the Dormant Grass in Ling Yuer’s treatment, she asked where Meng Xiaoyu had gone to practice swordsmanship and headed in that direction.
Time flew by, and over a month passed.
As Nangong Yunhan had anticipated, with time and effort, Meng Xiaoyu had fully accepted her.
This past month had been very fulfilling for Nangong Yunhan.
Initially, Meng Xiaoyu was resistant to her affection, but with Nangong Yunhan’s persistent efforts and persuasion, Meng Xiaoyu finally let go of her inner conflict and accepted Nangong Yunhan’s affection.
In the past month and a half, Nangong Yunhan progressed from hugs and kisses to coaxing Meng Xiaoyu into bed several times.
Recently, things had become even more intense, with passionate nights becoming a regular occurrence.
Each time, they wouldn’t stop until Meng Xiaoyu was exhausted and begged for mercy.
Fortunately, Nangong Yunhan’s reputation as a divine healer wasn’t just for show.
When Meng Xiaoyu was too tired to get out of bed the next morning, a medicinal bath and Nangong Yunhan’s unique acupressure technique would quickly relieve her fatigue.
Despite her exhaustion from the previous night’s activities, Meng Xiaoyu was coaxed by Nangong Yunhan into having breakfast, taking a medicinal bath, and now lay on the bed enjoying a massage.
As she enjoyed Nangong Yunhan’s massage, she regretted, “How did it end up like this again? I clearly warned myself yesterday, so how did I get tricked into bed by that scoundrel again?”
Yes, that scoundrel was none other than the beautiful, gentle, and cunning Nangong Yunhan.
Since half a month ago, when Meng Xiaoyu drank a pot of pear blossom wine from Juexin Cliff and unknowingly ended up in bed with Nangong Yunhan again, everything changed.
Initially, Nangong Yunhan was more restrained, only once a day or every other day.
But this good behavior didn’t last long before Nangong Yunhan’s true nature was revealed.
Their encounters increased from every other day to twice or even three times a day.
Recently, it had become excessive, with Nangong Yunhan not stopping until Meng Xiaoyu begged for mercy.
Afterward, she would play the good person, carrying Meng Xiaoyu to a medicinal bath and giving her a massage, only to repeat the cycle at night.
After two days of this, Meng Xiaoyu finally saw Nangong Yunhan’s true nature as a pervert!
Every morning, when she was too sore to get out of bed, Meng Xiaoyu would remind herself to stay true to her heart and not let Nangong Yunhan, the wolf in sheep’s clothing, succeed again.
But every warning was in vain.
No matter how much she warned herself in the morning or threatened Nangong Yunhan, it was useless.
At night, Nangong Yunhan would always find a way to coax her into bed for more antics.
What frustrated Meng Xiaoyu even more was that Nangong Yunhan, to prevent her from sleeping separately, had brought in scorpions, centipedes, toads, and Meng Xiaoyu’s biggest fear—snakes—to keep in her room.
Nangong Yunhan claimed that the pharmacy couldn’t house these creatures, and there were no extra rooms, so they had to be kept in Meng Xiaoyu’s room.
She assured Meng Xiaoyu that they were securely contained and posed no danger.
“Are you kidding me? If they’re not dangerous, why don’t you keep them in your room? Why put them in mine, knowing I’m terrified of them? And where did you even find so many poisonous creatures?” Meng Xiaoyu fumed internally, but seeing Nangong Yunhan’s innocent yet dangerous smile, she didn’t dare voice any objections.
