Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Chapter 447: Chapter 448: Between the Cold War God and the Ascetic Buddhist… Chapter 447: Chapter 448: Between the Cold War God and the Ascetic Buddhist… Qi Yue returned to Baoyue Pavilion, Zhao Xiyan had not yet come back.

Worried that he might encounter some trouble, Qi Yue stood under the porch eaves looking in the direction of the Bamboo Garden.

Qinzhu stood by her side, incessantly urging her to desist.

“My lady, the Marquis will be fine, please go inside and rest!”

“In this half-day, have you heard any noise?”

“No,” Qingzhu shook her head, certain, “Even if there were noises, the Marquis would come to no harm. My lady, please go inside. If the Marquis returns and sees you here, I don’t know how he’ll punish his subordinates again!”

Qi Yue suddenly turned around, her gaze at Qingzhu filled with more inquisition.

“Qingzhu, I’ve always forgotten to ask you. I heard you were once an old hand from Rishengchang. Why did you suddenly start serving as a bodyguard by your master’s side?”

“Because I’m good at Qinggong,” Qingzhu recalled, “At that time, I received a sudden order to protect the Marquis alongside Yunzhu.”

“An order? You mean from the previous master of Rishengchang, Huangfu Sun?”

“No,” Qingzhu shook her head, “It should have been Huangfu Nan. At that time, Huangfu Sun had passed away early, and the Huangfu Family had few people, with no one else around.”

“So, Huangfu Nan must be over a hundred years old by now?”

“Yes.”

“Have you seen him?”

“No.”

“And over the years, Huangfu Nan hasn’t searched for you?”

“No.”

“I’ve heard you mention this Yunzhu a few times. Who is he?”

“Like me, he was originally a bodyguard for the Marquis. But later, when the Marquis fell off a horse and was disspirited, he became a monk and entered monastic life.”

“Oh, no wonder. Last time you mentioned he was in retreat… Why did this Yunzhu become a monk?”

“I don’t know the details, probably something to do with the Marquis.”

“No way, could it be as I’m thinking? Between the Cold War God and the ascetic monk… I really want to see what this Yunzhu looks like!”

“…” Qingzhu was a bit stunned.

How come she became interested in a monk she had never met?

And what did she mean by ‘as I’m thinking’?

What is this Cold War God and ascetic monk all about?

The conversation couldn’t continue further, and Qingzhu helplessly urged again.

“My lady, please go inside quickly. The Marquis is back…”

“Fine, fine, I will go rest for a while.” Qi Yue yawned, her swan-like neck catching the moonlight and appearing strikingly white, “Next time say something more creative. Don’t always bring up your Marquis…”

Qingzhu’s eyelids twitched, and she quickly looked away.

Oh my goodness.

Look at that languorous demeanor and the sound of her voice. For those unaware of her temperament, one would definitely think there was some flirtation!

No wonder the Marquis initially wanted Yunzhu to protect Qi Yue!

With such mannerisms, which normal man could withstand it?!

Grumbling internally, upon hearing Qi Yue enter the door, Qingzhu finally dared to relax.

This job is exhausting!

But once this task is over, I can go home to see my children and wife, along with a whole bunch of rewards and fine things.

Not knowing how much time had passed, only hearing the rustling sound of falling leaves, Qingzhu hurriedly looked towards the source of the noise.

Zhao Xiyan, dressed in white, was arriving through the air, accompanied by a unique cold fragrance.

“Marquis, you’re finally back. The mistress…”

Qingzhu stepped forward, planning to say that Qi Yue had been waiting for him for a long time, but suddenly remembered Zhao Xiyan’s jealous nature and promptly shut his mouth.

Zhao Xiyan looked stern, but upon hearing about Qi Yue, his expression involuntarily softened.

“She’s back? How is her mood?”

“She’s been back a while now, worrying over you, my lord, and waiting here for a long time,” Qingzhu observed Zhao Xiyan’s expression, carefully saying, “But, I have persuaded my lady to go back and rest first.”

“Alright,” Zhao Xiyan nodded, “I’ll stay here; you go rest too.”

“Yes, Marquis.”

Zhao Xiyan looked around for a while, found nothing unusual, and then pushed the door open to enter.

Inside the room, Qi Yue was sleeping sweetly on the couch, a book still resting on her protruding chest.

A thought stirred in Zhao Xiyan’s heart, and he couldn’t help but smile at the corners of his lips.

He walked over, carefully took the book away, and bent down to embrace the person in his eyes into his arms.

“Isn’t it more comfortable to sleep in bed? Hmm?”

As he spoke, he smiled and kissed Qi Yue’s lips, carrying her towards the inner room.

Intending to place the person in his arms onto the bed, she clutched at his waist and refused to let go.

Had he not known Qi Yue’s habits, Zhao Xiyan would have thought she was already awake.

He smiled again and captured Qi Yue’s lips with his.

Only this time, his movements were rougher, prying open the corner of her tightly sealed lips, tasting a hint of sweet flavor.

“Mmm… Hmm…”

The woman asleep shook her head, releasing the hands that had been holding tight; a palm came swinging over.

“Smack!”

A heavy blow struck him right on the head.

“Hiss, that really hurt…”

Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

He had wanted to punish Qi Yue for that, but upon seeing her eyes tightly shut, he finally controlled the restless heart in his chest.

“Seeing you’re sleeping so soundly, I’ll let you off tonight.”

Then, he tidied up her disheveled hair and lay down beside Qi Yue.

The next second, a soft arm wound around him, followed by the addition of a delicate body in his embrace.

“Hey, you’re the one sleeping soundly.”

Zhao Xiyan gave a wry smile and reached out to rub the little head pressing against his chest.

The next day, Qi Yue, fully rejuvenated, opened her eyes and immediately remembered the events of the previous night, searching around for Zhao Xiyan’s figure.

“Zhao Xiyan?”

It was strange; there had been someone beside her all through the night, where had they gone early in the morning?

Qi Yue, noticing the clothes she had not changed the night before, quickly got out of bed to tidy up.

Seeing Qingzhu standing upright under the eaves of the corridor, she knew that Zhao Xiyan was not in the room, her heart couldn’t help but grow more suspicious.

Usually, he was fond of the morning routine and was immovable unless something important came up.

However, Qingzhu didn’t look like there was an issue.

“…And to think if it’s related to last night’s event? I should’ve stayed awake instead of sleeping…”

Qi Yue mumbled to herself as she went to wash up.

At this moment, Zhao Xiyan was in the Bamboo Garden.

After waking up this morning, he pondered and decided to make another visit.

The conversation with Huangfu Nan from last night was still fresh in his mind.

He always felt that with Huangfu Nan’s martial power, even at over a hundred years old with degenerative leg bones and painful immobility, it shouldn’t result in complete paralysis as if those legs had been dead for years.

As someone with extremely high skill who had also been bedridden for three years, he was particularly sensitive to such conditions.

Moreover, Huangfu Nan had actually refused his offer to let Qi Yue help check his legs.

This was far too out of the ordinary.

Although he did not spend much time with Huangfu Nan in the past, he had felt that this teacher was not a very cordial person.

Not just unkind, but also very strict.

To say something rebutting, the teacher from last night seemed a bit different.

Could it be that he became good-natured due to old age?!