Ye Qinglian's Shifting Mood

He didn't quite understand...

What did this have to do with finding Your Majesty tonight?

But at this moment, Chu Ning had already taken the manual and was carefully examining it.

Xiao Bing smiled as well.

"Sir, if you have any questions, you can ask me. Xiao Bing's aptitude is actually pretty decent."

"Mm-hmm, you go ahead. Let me read through it first."

"Then if you need anything, sir, just call for me."

Xiao Bing left with a smile, a hint of anticipation in her eyes!

She had helped sir so much—there would definitely be plenty of good food tonight!

She was going to cultivate too!

For some reason, these past two days, cultivation had felt unusually easy...

At this moment, Chu Ning in the courtyard sized up the manual in his hand.

Heavenly Sword Heart Method?

The prestige didn't seem that high.

He flipped through it roughly, somewhat disappointed.

Those who could ascend should all be Celestial Phenomenon cultivators. A technique at the Celestial Phenomenon level wouldn't be this lowly.

This technique had simply been lost through the generations, which was why it had fallen to the current Seventh Realm Void Breaking level.

The gap was too great. It really wasn't worth cultivating compared to the one he had given.

He forgot to ask Xiao Bing how her cultivation was going. That technique should be pretty fast to cultivate.

Getting sleepy...

Honestly, this stuff was just too boring!

Still, he flipped through it once, recording it all in full.

If he didn't record it, what would he talk about with his wife tonight?

Wouldn't he have to start with the technique, then slowly ease into it, and finally hold hands?

Xiao Bing was truly a divine guide, giving him pointers so casually!

The key point was that he'd never had this kind of relationship with a girl before. He'd been too busy chasing money—didn't get the money and ended up transmigrating instead.

Oh well, now he had a kid!

Even if his wife wouldn't let him hold her hand yet, everything was still achievable!

Night slowly settled over the palace.

Today's government affairs weren't too busy.

A mere fifteen hundred memorials—Ye Qinglian had already finished processing them. She had originally planned to return to her chambers and wait for the evening meal, but suddenly remembered that Chu Ning had been handling things these past two days.

This convenient husband of hers—he should have started cultivating that technique today, right?

It wasn't yet time for the evening meal, but it wouldn't hurt to check on Chu Ning's cultivation progress.

Ye Qinglian didn't return to her chambers. Her figure in a golden Dragon Robe gradually came to a stop outside Chu Ning's palace.

Through the courtyard gate, she looked inside. The lights were bright, but it was extremely quiet, with only the occasional chirp of insects.

Ye Qinglian's mind was actually somewhat complicated.

This man—at first, she had thought he was just an ordinary mortal. No matter who he was, as long as he was willing to be a father, keeping him in the Inner Palace was fine. No need to worry about anything else.

But later, she discovered he was actually quite reliable and really cared about the child.

And then, she found out this man was extremely talented in politics? Hah!

He claimed all these were political theories proposed by some Zhang Juzheng, but she had never heard of this Zhang Juzheng!

He spoke so convincingly—it was clearly a cover-up.

This guy definitely had great ambition. Letting him cultivate would also let him know the gap between them. Want to usurp the throne and seize the country? Hah!

Let him be content as an emperor consort, with wealth and honor guaranteed!

Snuff out this convenient husband's ambition and make him behave!

But now, seeing that cultivation method, he should have started training hard by now, right?

After all, that method was hard to find in the outside world. Even the entry-level technique would be fought over, so...

Hoo... hoo... hoo...

The sound of snoring came.

Ye Qinglian was stunned.

She walked into the courtyard and suddenly saw Chu Ning sleeping on a recliner not far away.

A book was covering his face.

Leaning in for a closer look.

Heavenly Sword Heart Method: Beginner's Chapter!

Ye Qinglian was somewhat displeased.

He actually fell asleep reading it—could this man truly not care about such a technique?

Others would beg for it and never receive it, yet this person could fall asleep reading it?

Ye Qinglian wanted to kick Chu Ning awake, but suddenly realized he might be tired.

After all, he cooked for her every day with such care, spending no small amount of effort.

Resting a bit was fine too; as a mortal, if he exhausted himself, it would be troublesome.

She casually picked up the book and examined it closely.

This heart method was excellently written; even now, having reached the Sage Level, she still found it greatly beneficial.

It was a pity that Chu Ning didn't recognize this treasure, treating it like an ordinary book—somewhat regrettable.

She glanced sideways; at this moment, Chu Ning was sleeping soundly.

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That face, as seen by Ye Qinglian, made her lose focus for a moment.

This cheap husband's appearance was indeed very good—sharp features, handsome yet dignified, and quite charismatic.

It was just a pity that he was too frivolous, often saying strange things.

Calling her Wife the moment they met, or using her name?

If it were anyone else, they'd have died ten thousand times over!

It was all because of the child; when it was born, she'd have him take care of it, while she, Ye Qinglian, could devote herself fully to cultivation and governing the nation.

Suddenly, a snore interrupted.

Chu Ning's eyes snapped open, startling Ye Qinglian, who quickly stepped back!

"Aren't you sleeping? Why did you suddenly wake up?"

"Don't you know about timing? I need to cook for my wife. Hey? Wife?"

Ye Qinglian's face instantly flushed crimson, and she glared angrily!

"Have you forgotten what I said?"

Chu Ning shook his head.

He'd slept too soundly; he hadn't noticed.

"Have you been staring at me this whole time?"

Ye Qinglian's expression turned cold.

"I merely happened to come by—why would I be staring at you?"

Chu Ning smiled: "I thought you were captivated by my looks and couldn't help yourself, but it seems I was overthinking."

"Want to take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"

"As an emperor, can you be so vulgar?"

"Didn't you start with the vulgarity?"

"I'm not the emperor—you are, aren't you?"

"Since you know I'm the emperor, you should know I can do whatever I want and say whatever I want."

Her face was expressionless, but after saying this, she couldn't help doubting herself.

She had nothing better to do...

Why was she bickering with this guy?

Chu Ning was thick-skinned and unafraid of death, certain she wouldn't dare kill him, so he was bold as brass; even if she argued, it seemed useless.

But at this moment, Chu Ning didn't take the bait; instead, he smiled and stood up to look at Ye Qinglian.

"Hungry?"

"A little."

"No wonder—otherwise, why would you suddenly come to me?"

Ye Qinglian frowned: "I merely finished my government affairs a bit early today and happened to stop by. I'm not urging you to cook—you misunderstand."

She explained like this, but the corner of Chu Ning's mouth had already curled up.

"It's fine—whenever you're hungry, just come find me. If you can't get enough, just say so. I'll just make more, won't I?"

"I am not here for the evening meal!"

"I know, I know. Your Majesty is just concerned for this humble subject's hard work, coming specially to comfort me. I understand it all..."

Ye Qinglian's mouth twitched!

That's really not it!

Besides, at this hour, with less than half a shichen until her evening meal, could Chu Ning even have time to cook?

"No need to cook. Just have the Imperial Kitchen send the meal here. There isn't much time left."

Chu Ning looked puzzled: "Isn't there still half a shichen? Did I oversleep?"

"Half a shichen—can you finish?"

"You don't believe me?"

"Whether I believe you or not, you can't finish over a dozen dishes."

"Heh, want to bet? If I win, you let me kiss you?"

Ye Qinglian's face was expressionless as she slowly drew her sword.

Chu Ning gave an awkward laugh: "Then let me settle for the next best—let me kiss the child?"

"What difference is that from kissing me... no!"

Even frivolous words wouldn't do!

She was the Emperor!

But saying that, this wretched man would surely claim again that he was her husband!

Just as Ye Qinglian was about to speak, Chu Ning had already set off toward the kitchen of Qianqing Palace.

Ye Qinglian looked baffled.

"I told you there's no time. Just have the Imperial Kitchen send the meal. You're really going to cook it yourself?"

"Forget about those people in the Imperial Kitchen. I tried some of what they sent at noon—barely swallowable..."

Ye Qinglian hesitated for a moment.

"Keep it simple, don't..."

But the words "overwork yourself" got stuck in her throat, hard to say. She still wasn't used to it...

"It's not tiring. You're the one carrying the child and working every day—that's much harder than what I do. It's nothing."

"Sigh..."

Ye Qinglian watched that retreating figure, her thoughts tangled.

She hadn't even said it yet...