The Divine Physician’s Overbearing Wife

Feng Ruqing withdrew her hand and pressed her head hard, trying to recall all the things that she had forgotten…

However, the man in front of her, who was looking at her affectionately, gradually disappeared, as if he had never existed.

At the same time…

Nan Xian opened his eyes slowly. His face glowed under the cold moonlight.

“Master, how is Princess?” Qing Zhu asked anxiously.

“My Xiao Qing is strong, and no one can hurt her.”

“Oh…”

Qing Zhu was relieved and asked again, “Where’s the soul that wants to take over Princess’s body? Is the soul gone? Fortunately, Princess is stronger than him. Otherwise, that man might take over Princess’s body and seduce girls… After all, Princess is so charming to girls.”

Nan Xian glanced at Qing Zhu coldly. “I only know that Qing’er is fine, but I don’t know what exactly happened there. Not everything that my main soul has seen is known to me, but…”

He paused. “There’s one thing I’m sure of; you’re going to be a snake soup.”

Qing Zhu was speechless.

‘I’m just concerned about Princess. Why is Master so cruel to me?’

Nan Xian ignored Qing Zhu as Feng Ruqing had already woken up.

She rubbed her temples, trying to ease the headache. She then slowly opened her eyes and saw a man as handsome as an immortal.

“State Preceptor!”

Feng Ruqing suddenly got up and hugged Nan Xian tightly. Her arms were very strong. She was just afraid that… She would lose him.

Her embrace somewhat suffocated Nan Xian a little, and he felt like his bones were about to break.

However, seeing Feng Ruqing like this, he did not stop her and gently patted her back.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t quite remember exactly…” Feng Ruqing lifted her face. “I just remember that I think I saw someone who looked a lot like you, and then… Someone kept shouting a name in my head. ”

“A name?”

“Nan Changfeng!”

This name was stuck in her head. Her head ached every time she heard it.

Nan Xian’s fingers trembled slightly, and without moving a muscle, he pulled the woman into his arms, lowered his head, and rubbed his chin against her head. “Qing’er, no matter what happens, I will always be there for you.”

“State Preceptor…” Feng Ruqing smiled. “Those people have been calling you Nan Changfeng before.”

Nan Xian lowered his eyes and remained silent.

“Fu Chen and the others all said that I was the Ninth Emperor. He also once told me that the Ninth Emperor had a lover. She had left to save her lover, and since then, she never came back…”

“Qing’er…”

“That’s why, when I first saw you, my first thought was that I wanted to sleep with you. Perhaps it was because the Ninth Emperor didn’t get to sleep with Nan Changfeng back then, and in this life, I have inherited her long-cherished dream.”

She did not know what kind of story the Ninth Emperor and Nan Changfeng really had.

But… Nan Changfeng’s sad eyes have been lingering in her mind for a long time.

His love was so deep… That he still could not let her go even after death.

People said the one who was alive would suffer the most.

However, that was wrong…

The dead one… He was still grieving as he thought of his beloved being left in the world.

Nan Xian lowered his head and kissed the girl’s forehead. “You are Qing’er, and I am Nan Xian. That’s all it is.”