Chapter 51 I'm hungry

from today until the King recovers, you are not allowed to leave this courtyard. You truly can glorify yourself and pretend to be a princess!"The maid finished speaking without looking at her again,...Huh

What did he say

Qingxuan came back to her senses and saw Nangong Ye's eyes dimming.

"No, your surgery was a success. You're not feeling anything right now because the anesthesia hasn't fully worn off yet. Once it does, you'll start to feel sensations again."

His surgery was successful!

For a moment, Qing Xuan's words thundered into Nangong Ye's ears like a deafening peal of bells, reverberating within his very soul.

His eyes, which had dimmed, once again flickered with a spark of hope.

"Really Can my body actually feel things now!"

Qingxuan nodded solemnly: "Why would I lie to you You've just had surgery, your body is still very weak now. I'll make you some blood lingzhi millet porridge."

She had kept some of the Xue Lingzhi she bought back from Yunian Pavilion, and also bought some millet on her way back.

Now, Nan Gong Ye eating Xuelin Zhi millet porridge is just perfect.

"Yuan'er."

Seeing Qingxuan get up and go toward the courtyard to use her earthen stove, he called after her.

The first thing he saw when he woke up was Qingxuan's face, which was very pale. Her delicate features showed no trace of blood, and even her speech sounded weak and breathless.

As soon as he thought of Qing Xuan spending so much energy to operate on him, now he was still willing to let Qing Xuan busy himself making food for him.

"Xuan'er, sit down and keep me company."

Qingxuan didn't react, failing to grasp that Nangong Ye was feeling heartache for her.

Upon hearing Nanguang Ye's request, she only thought that Nanguang Ye was worried.

Although she had already said that his body would regain sensation after the anesthesia wore off, looking at Nangong Ye's current state, it seemed like she was still somewhat worried.

>She's still quite tired right now and wants to rest for a while.

Qingxuan sat by Namgung Yeop's bedside and continued, "Although this surgery was particularly successful, after the anesthesia wears off, you will have sensation from your neck down. However, over the past year, you have experienced varying degrees of muscle atrophy in your limbs, so you will still need to undergo rehabilitation before you can stand up."

For this past year, he has lain in bed like a lump of flesh. He couldn't possibly be unaware of his own condition.

Just like Qingxuan said, his body is now aware and he can't walk immediately.

Qingxuan looked at Nangong Ye again, hesitating to speak: "Because your spine was fractured and then healed, the process of rehabilitation is very painful for controlling coordination. You need to be mentally prepared."

Nan Gong Ye heard this, but a smile flickered in his eyes: “Even the most agonizing pain wouldn’t compare to my own, being reduced to a puddle of flesh, lying on a bed waiting for death.”

Through the darkest times, he had already made it.

Other pain, to him, was nothing.

Nangong Ye's gaze upon her made Qingxuan for a moment think of the first rays of dawn.

His gentle eyes even made her momentarily forget the fatigue in her body.

Qingxuan sat beside Nangong Ye's bed and chatted with him for half an incense stick before a rumbling sound from her stomach echoed in the room.

Namgung Yeop wasn't hungry, but she was!

Although she had eaten two steaks before the operation.

But since she expended a lot of energy during the surgery, it's normal that she's hungry now.

Qing Xuan awkwardly twitched her lips: "Are you hungry Why don't you eat a piece of osmanthus pastry first to fill your stomach, and I'll go make you some Xue Ling Zhi millet soup."

Seeing Qingxuan's awkward yet playful expression, Nangong Ye felt even warmer in his heart.

Over the years, he's come to feel that this world is cold. His father values his achievements and intelligence, but not him as a person. Just like now, he's become an insignificant existence, barely worthy of a glance.

As she carefully fed Nangong Ye the osmanthus pastry, he unexpectedly brought up his past.Qingxuan standing at the door talking to Zhang Jin. 。Chun Tao narrowed her eyes, her gaze filled with hatred.The scars on her face were a gift from that scoundrel, and now the scoundrel was shamelessl...