The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

"Um... I'm fine now. I'm a little hungry now. Can you get me something to eat?"

Leng Yu spoke a little embarrassedly, trying to break the awkward atmosphere, but she was also really hungry.

"Well... you see, I was so busy being happy that I forgot that the young master hadn't eaten since yesterday."

Si Nian responded hastily, and was about to get up and go out to do some work. However, at this moment, she suddenly felt her hand being tightly grasped by something.

"Young Master...hand." Si Nian reminded Leng Yu in a low voice.

Leng Yu then realized that she had been holding the other's hand tightly, and quickly let go of it, with an awkward smile on her face. Si Nian also lowered her head shyly, and the two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile awkwardly. Then, Si Nian hurried out of the room to prepare food for Leng Yu.

After Si Nian left, Leng Yu quickly regained his senses.

His future is unknown, his great revenge has not yet been avenged, and he doesn't know when he will die at the hands of his enemy's sword, because he has witnessed with his own eyes how powerful his enemy is.

His master was such a powerful and terrifying being, but he still died at the hands of that woman.

He was well aware of the disparity between the two of them, so he did not dare to confront his enemy head-on. Instead, he lay dormant for sixteen years and planned for sixteen years. When he planned to massacre the Medicine King Valley, the woman was not there. She had already become a nightmarish existence to him.

In the days to come, either she would die or he would die. He knew full well that Miss Miss had a deep affection for him, and he was indeed moved, but he could not let the woman he loved bury herself for a man like him who had no future.

So every time she wanted to make it clear to him, he would refuse with various reasons. He loved her but he couldn't hurt her.

He had to remain calm and rational at all times, not allowing himself to make any mistakes. When Si Nian returned to the room with the nutritious food again, his attitude towards her had obviously become much colder.

"Young Master... come and try it, these are your favorite foods!" Si Nian said happily.

"I understand. You can put them there first. Go to the main hall now to see if the medicine man we trained has returned?" Leng Yu deliberately sent Si Nian away, because reducing contact with her could make him more rational.

"Okay... Sir, I'll send someone to check it out right away..." Si Nian answered, but did not stop the actions of her hands.

She carefully placed the delicious dishes on the table and arranged the dishes for Leng Yu herself.

"Don't worry, just let the other maids serve us, and you just have to go there in person." Leng Yu said calmly while quickly putting on his outer robe.

Si Nian's heart skipped a beat and the joy on her face disappeared in an instant. As expected, her young master was still as indifferent to her as before.

The little bit of affection I had just had was probably just the result of her being sick and having a fever and feeling confused. It seemed like I was just being self-indulgent from the beginning to the end.

So Si Nian bowed and left. When she reached the door, she did not forget to tell the maid to go in and serve her. She held back the tears that were about to fall and left quickly.

Leng Yu looked at Si Nian's departing figure, feeling mixed emotions. When he saw the food being carefully handed over by the maid beside him, he threw the bowl and chopsticks down, and then angrily drove the little maid out.

He looked at the food on the table that Miss had prepared for him, and thought about the little moments they had spent together, so he had no appetite to eat.

Whenever he thought of the tenderness he missed, another face that he hated would appear before his eyes.

"Ouyang Miaoling, Nangong Mingxuan, I, Leng Yu, will not be a human being if I don't kill you in this life," Leng Yu said gritting his teeth.

The woman lying on the ground in the cave seemed to have heard her enemy's curse on her, and she opened her eyes in horror.

"Ling'er...what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" Nangong Mingxuan asked with concern when he saw Ouyang Miaoling waking up.

"Well...how's Mo Ran? Is he awake?" The first thing Ouyang Miaoling did when she woke up was to ask about Mo Ran's injuries, which made Nangong Mingxuan very uncomfortable.

"Your own health is not well yet, yet you are anxiously caring about others. Will I feel uncomfortable if you do this?" Nangong Mingxuan expressed his emotions.

Ouyang Miaoling knew that he was being petty with her, so she didn't indulge him and said, "You are the regent of a country, but you are so narrow-minded that you get angry with a patient. I think you should stop being the regent and just follow me around and be jealous every day..."

"Okay, whoever wants to be the regent can be the regent. I'm done with this anyway. I'll follow you. I'll help you with your medical practice. What do you think, Princess?"

Ouyang Miaoling didn't expect Nangong Mingxuan to be such a scoundrel, so she said unhappily: "Who asked you to help? You don't know anything, you're no better than an apprentice."

Ouyang Miaoling belittled Nangong Mingxuan to the point that he was not even as good as an apprentice. He was very dissatisfied with this and asked, "Master, please give me more guidance in the future." After saying this, he clasped his hands together and pretended to be his apprentice.

Seeing that Nangong Mingxuan had taken the bait, Ouyang Miaoling immediately said, "If you are willing to become my disciple, I will accept you with reluctance, but you must not have other ideas in the future. After all, it is against the ethics between masters and disciples."

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Mingxuan immediately regretted his words and said, "Who wants to worship you as a master? You are my princess, you have always been and you will always be."

"So you don't want to be my disciple anymore?"

"No more worship..." Nangong Mingxun muttered.

"Will you still supervise my medical practice in the future?"

"do not care"

"Okay...never mind. Can you help check if Mo Ran is feeling better?" Ouyang Miaoling talked around for a long time before returning to the topic.

Nangong Mingxuan finally realized that he had been fooled again. So he stood up reluctantly and went out to check on Mo Ran.

As soon as Nangong Mingxuan approached where Mo Ran was, Wushang jumped out to greet him, bowing and clasping his fists.

"master..."

"Is he awake?" Nangong Mingxuan asked.

"My Lord, I haven't woken up yet."

Nangong Mingxuan walked past Wushang and approached to observe. When he got closer, the man's upper eyelid moved, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

When the man saw the familiar Nangong Mingxuan, he panicked.

He struggled to sit up, only to find that the mask on his face had been taken off by someone without him noticing. He looked around in panic.

Nangong Mingxuan saw the fear and anxiety in his heart, then he picked up the man’s butterfly mask from the ground and put it in front of him.

The man hurriedly took the mask from Nangong Mingxuan, then put it on his face before daring to face the person in front of him.