Chapter 128 Caring About Him

r!As soon as she spoke, Nangong Ye's eyes deepened, as if a whirlpool was churning within them.She knew Namgung Yeop needed to face those things he'd once refused to believe, deep down inside.She said...Qingxuan shot a glance at Nangong Ye.

Originally, they entered the Treasure Pavilion to shake off those who were tailing them.

Now that the people are gone, they can hurry back.

However, just as everyone walked towards the sixth floor, Nangong Ye saw Qingxuan's thoughts. He turned and took Qingxuan's hand.

Just like a gentle breeze brushing past the ear, Nangong Ye's soft voice rang in her ear.

"Since you're already here, why not go up and take a look Maybe there's some jewelry you like."

Jewelry

Actually, she is not interested in these things.

Before, I competed with Ling Ru for the Purple Ming Pearl, it was also because of her schemes.

Qing Xuan discovered that Nangong Ye seemed to have guessed what she was thinking.

Before she could utter a word of refusal, Nangong Ye had already taken her hand and was leading her towards the sixth floor.

"Suan'er, it's all my fault. Since you married me, I've never given you a decent piece of jewelry. I am an incompetent husband."

Nan Gong Ye, when facing outsiders, wore a cold expression and carried an imposing aura that was as formidable as the King of Hell.

However, when facing her, he was always exceptionally gentle, and sometimes even acted like a pitiful little dog.

This…

How can she refuse

Although Qingxuan doesn't care about jewelry and accessories, she does care about his feelings.

Qingxuan knew that if she refused Nangong Ye's request today and went back directly, he would definitely feel guilty and sad.

She looked up at the window that had been shattered by Ling Ruo.

It's still too light outside, and they managed to lose their pursuers. It wouldn't hurt to go back a little later.

Qingxuan sighed softly and conceded, "Alright."

Upon hearing her assent, the pitiful expression in his eyes vanished.

A faint smile appeared in Nangong Ye's deep eyes.

"My lady is so kind."

When Nangong Ye said this, it just so happened that Liu Yun on the sixth floor turned her head to look at Qing Xuan and Nangong Ye's movements.

Nan Gong Ye's movements were quick.

When Liu Yun's gaze swept across their faces, Nangong Ye had already released Qing Xuan's hand without any change in expression.

But in this very instant, Qingxuan saw a hint of reluctance in Nangong Ye's deep eyes.

Qingxuan: "…"

Now he's just letting go of her hand, and he's so reluctant.

Qingxuan felt amused, but also a warm feeling in her heart.

Liu Yun saw Qing Xuan still standing at the fifth level, unmoving. Worried that Qing Xuan was unwilling to ascend to the sixth level, Liu Yun, who had almost reached the sixth level, returned.

Liúyún walked back to Qīngxuán's side.

"Honorable guest, is there anything troubling you"

Qingxuan naturally knew that Liúyún wanted to stay with her.

But she is not in a hurry now.

Qing Xuan let out a light cough. “Of course. Just now, I was almost falsely accused by that shrew and even faced the danger of death. Even now, I’m still shaken to my core. My legs are so weak I can barely take a step. Yun Sheng, please help me up.”

She finished her sentence, and with a slight turn of her head, winked playfully at Nangong Ye.

After a moment of stunned silence, Nangong Ye instantly understood Qingxuan's intention.

A glimmer of light and delight reappeared in his deep eyes.

"Master, let me support you," Nangong Ye said.

He immediately reached out his hand, letting Qingxuan take his hand proactively. He looked like he was helping Qingxuan.

Jian Qingxuan was only softened at the legs, not having the awareness of leaving. Liu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time when looking at Qingxuan, there was a disdain in his eyes.

It seems this woman is not from a wealthy family, otherwise she wouldn't be so inexperienced and frightened by such a small scene.

However, the subtle reactions in Liú Yún's eyes did not escape Qīng Xuán and Nán Gōng Yè's gazes.

But Qingxuan didn't care about other people's opinions anyway.

Nan Gong Ye originally didn't care, but if the person looking down on him was his wife, then that was unacceptable.

Just as Liúyún ascended the stairs once more, Nán gōng yè channeled a surge of true energy in his palm and struck towards Liúyún's knee.ic before, they had heard from an old woman who helped with laundry that this light and soft yet sturdy and durable cloth was called Qingque Jin.The fabric the old man wore was the same as that of Nan...