My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

"Girl, what's wrong?"

"Eleven, come in and rest," Wen Nuan said with a smile, sitting comfortably on the soft couch.

"..."

After three days and nights of travel, the group arrived in the capital. Feng Qingyuan took Wen Nuan into the palace that day, while Eleven was left in their temporary residence in the capital.

"Ninth Brother!" The Emperor received Feng Qingyuan and Wen Nuan in his study.

“Brother, this is the descendant of the Wen family’s divine physician,” Feng Qingyuan introduced.

"..." A look of doubt appeared in the Emperor's eyes. After all, Wen Nuan was very young and did not match the group of white-haired old doctors in the Imperial Hospital. However, seeing the deep confidence in his ninth brother's eyes, he waved his hand and ordered Feng Qingyuan to take Wen Nuan to the Empress Dowager's palace for treatment.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Feng Qingyuan knelt down to pay his respects.

"Cough cough...Is that Xiao Jiu?" A hoarse, aged voice came from behind the layers of thin gauze, sounding weak and sickly.

“Grandmother, Xiao Jiu has brought a divine physician. Let her take a look at you!” Feng Qingyuan said.

A moment later, a matron dressed in a purple palace gown came out and said, "Please come in, young lady!"

Wen Nuan nodded to Feng Qingyuan and followed her inside.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lifting the thin veil beside the bed, a frail and aged figure slowly appeared before Wen Nuan. Her face was haggard, but it did not diminish the elegance and extraordinary aura she had accumulated over the years in the palace.

"Your Majesty, I will now examine you," Wen Nuan said politely, placing her hand on Wen Nuan's wrist and beginning to take her pulse.

The pulse was indeed as Feng Qingyuan had said, undoubtedly a case of wind-cold. However, her warm intuition told her that there must be something deeper waiting for her to discover.

Half an hour later, Wen Nuan finished taking the pulse, and the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a somewhat solemn expression.

If she wasn't mistaken, the Empress Dowager's illness wasn't an illness, but rather... a Gu poison from the Western Regions.

She looked at the Empress Dowager's face again and understood what was going on. She said goodbye and left with the purple-clad nanny.

Seeing Wen Nuan's grave expression and the dimness in her sharp eyes, the Empress Dowager realized that this illness had been dragging on for so long, causing her great suffering. Was it truly because of the many sins she had committed in her youth? Retribution... retribution...

Feng Qingyuan had been waiting outside. When he saw Wen Nuan come out, he quickly went to greet her.

"Miss Wen, how is she?" Feng Qingyuan asked anxiously.

“Ninth Prince, this is not an illness, but a Gu poison, a kind of Gu poison that no one in the Western Regions has been able to cure for a hundred years.” Wen Nuan shook her head and softly stated the result of her diagnosis.

"...Can you cure it?" With no one able to answer, Feng Qingyuan felt a deep sense of despair and murmured to himself.

“I’m doing my best,” Wen Nuan said.

Afterwards, Wen Nuan settled down in the Imperial Hospital to study Gu poison. With an unlimited supply of rare medicines, she began her research day and night.

……

On the other side, Eleven was alone in his residence. Without the familiar figures by his side, he found himself very uncomfortable. He had only known Wen Nuan for a short time, but she had brought him an unprecedented warmth and strange feeling to his lonely and ruthless life as an assassin.

Nights without the scent of medicine are hard to sleep; there's no gentle, calm voice to accompany him; there's no warmth to tease him from time to time or her focused gaze. Eleven admits that in the seven days since Warmth left him, he has missed her and longed for her; this is his true feeling.

Meanwhile, Wen Nuan, far away in the palace, is dedicated to developing an antidote. In order to obtain the medicine to cure Eleven's face, she finally manages to happily pounce on her little Eleven.

“…It’s done.” A warm, slightly tired voice came from inside the house, and the guards waiting outside immediately reported to Feng Qingyuan.

On August 2nd of the same year, the Empress Dowager recovered from her serious illness, and the Emperor was overjoyed. The whole country rejoiced and granted a general amnesty.

And thanks to her insistence, the identity of the divine physician who cured the Empress Dowager was not revealed by the royal family.

However, some rumors still circulate that the one who cured the Empress Dowager was a goddess-like physician who liked to wear white, had a gentle temperament, was stunningly beautiful, and possessed superb medical skills.

That night, Wen Nuan was in the palace of Ninth Prince Feng Qingyuan, who was holding a grand banquet to express his gratitude to her.

There were only the two of them at the banquet. Wen Nuan had no interest in the delicacies on the table. She was thinking about going back to see her Eleven as soon as possible. It had been a long time since she had seen her little Eleven. She wondered if he missed her. If that blockhead dared to say that he didn't miss her, she had plenty of ways to deal with him. Hmph!

"Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan?" Feng Qingyuan called out when he saw her lost in thought.

"Huh?" Wen Nuan looked at him, confused.

When Wen Nuan looked at Feng Qingyuan, two blushes appeared on his face, making her stare in disbelief. Was this really Feng Qingyuan?

"Nuan Nuan, may I call you that?" Feng Qingyuan asked softly, his tone slightly shy.

"...Okay." Could she say no?

"I would like to thank you first for curing my grandmother!" Feng Qingyuan raised his cup, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

Let's raise a glass in warmth.

"..." He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Actually, Nuannuan, you are the first woman I've fallen in love with in these twenty-five years..."

"Cough cough cough..." This sudden confession caused Wen Nuan to choke on the wine she hadn't yet swallowed.

"Nuan Nuan, are you alright?" Feng Qingyuan quickly got up, came to Nuan Nuan's side and gently patted her back. He seemed to realize that his actions were a bit too much, and his handsome face turned red again. Then, he shamelessly put his arm around Nuan Nuan's shoulder.

Wen Nuan's body stiffened, she stopped coughing, and turned her head to look into his clear eyes, which now held a hint of affection.

“I was born into royalty and have a detached nature. I thought that no one would ever be able to stir my heartstrings in this lifetime, but you appeared. After we parted at the inn, my heart was different... Nuan Nuan, would you be willing to be my Ninth Prince's Consort? Would you be the only mistress of my Ninth Prince's Mansion?” Feng Qingyuan looked at her with anticipation, unlike the dignified Ninth Prince he usually was.

Wen Nuan was a little stunned, not expecting Feng Qingyuan to be so serious.

“I…” A pair of gentle black eyes flashed through Wen Nuan’s mind, “I’m sorry.”

Feng Qingyuan's eyes dimmed instantly, a hint of sadness in them: "Is it because of Eleven?"

Warmth broke free from his embrace: "Yes! Even if his status is not as noble as yours, Ninth Prince, even if his appearance is ruined, even if he is dull and doesn't understand love, there is only him in my heart."

Warmth got up to leave.

Feng Qingyuan felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and after a long while, he finally managed to ask, "If I had met you before him, would you...?"

Wen Nuan didn't answer, but turned to Feng Qingyuan and smiled. Her smile was as gentle and calm as ever, with a touch of playfulness.

This scene will forever remain in Feng Qingyuan's heart, and this woman will forever be hidden in his heart.

After leaving the Ninth Prince's mansion, Wen Nuan walked down the street, slightly tipsy. The cool breeze cleared her head a bit, and she quickened her pace. Eleven was still waiting for her!

Shiyi received the message from Wen Nuan that she was coming back early in the morning. He waited for her at the door for the whole afternoon.

A woman in white walked towards them from afar under the faint moonlight, her smile as beautiful as ever.

"You're back..." Eleven heard his own slightly hoarse voice.

"Yes, I'm back!" Wen Nuan suddenly stepped forward and hugged him, burying her head in his chest.

"So tired..." Wen Nuan whispered.

To Eleven, it sounded like she was being coquettish.

He tightened his grip, hugged her back, and held her in his arms, silently comforting her.

"...Eleven, I like you." Warmth, feeling the effects of the alcohol, murmured somewhat in her warm, masculine embrace.

"..." Eleven's face instantly flushed red.

After a long pause, she heard him whisper, barely a whisper: "Nuan Nuan, I like you too..."

The person in his arms fell silent. Eleven nervously checked her face, only to find that Wen Nuan had already fallen asleep in his arms. Her small face showed a faint weariness, her eyebrows were slightly relaxed, and she looked completely at ease.

Looking at her, Shiyi was as serene and beautiful as the woman reclining on a small couch in the Valley of Divine Healers.

He picked her up and carried her into the residence. She was small and light, but in that instant, Eleven felt as if he possessed the whole world, a world that belonged only to him.

The next day, Wen Nuan woke up early and let out a satisfied yawn. Suddenly, her eyes fixed on the black-clad man sleeping soundly on the soft couch beside her, and her gaze softened.

eleven……

Nuan Nuan got up and tiptoed toward him. Looking at his disfigured and ugly face, she found it rather pleasing to the eye. When she reached out to touch him, she saw that Shiyi had opened his eyes. His eyes cleared instantly, but he relaxed when he saw her.

"Nuan Nuan!" Eleven looked at Wen Nuan so close to him, a look of helplessness flashing in his dark eyes. Remembering what Wen Nuan had said to him yesterday, he frantically tried to sit up, but—

Eleven froze, the softness on his lips almost stopping his breath. He clenched his hands, his face flushed red, whether from embarrassment or lack of oxygen.

Wen Nuan was taken aback, not expecting this blockhead to take the initiative. She automatically ignored the fact that it was a beautiful misunderstanding...

She patted Eleven's back to soothe his tension.

Warm, soft, and sweet perfectly describe how Eleven felt. He felt a slender hand gently stroking his back and suddenly deepened the kiss.

The morning sunlight was exceptionally bright, shining through the half-open window onto the young lovers, adding a touch of romance to their kiss.

After the morning court session, Feng Qingyuan walked alone on the way to the Empress Dowager's palace. Unlike usual, the ministers around him did not gather around to chat with the Ninth Prince about politics. Today, they sensed that the prince was unusually serious, cold, and unapproachable, and they avoided him at all costs.

"Little Nine, if you really like that divine physician, Grandmother..." The Empress Dowager's face was not as pale as it had been that day, and her voice was full of energy. She sat in the main seat, dressed in a magnificent yet understated palace gown, exuding extraordinary grace and nobility.

“Grandmother, I don’t want to force her,” Feng Qingyuan said calmly.

"Ninth Brother, I'll go get some men and bring her back!" Feng Yuan'er said coquettishly, having never seen her Ninth Brother so lost in thought.

"Shut up!" Feng Qingyuan glared at her.

Grandmother also looked at her disapprovingly. Feng Yuan'er felt wronged, but had no choice but to give up and sullenly stood aside.

Feng Qingyuan looked towards the palace gate. Perhaps Wen Nuan should have already left the city by now... and... Eleven.

The youngest and first-place female doctor in the Medicine Manor's Divine Physician Competition disappeared without a trace. Instead, a pair of celestial-like couples traveled around practicing medicine. The woman was highly skilled in medicine, gentle and calm, while the man was dressed in black and cold, but he softened when facing the woman. Whatever the woman asked for, he would grant it!

Much later, Eleven followed Wen Nuan to various free clinics and learned some basic pharmacology. He then realized that the medicine Wen Nuan used to treat the injury on his face was exceptionally precious. Later, he learned that he had gone to the palace with Feng Qingyuan for this very medicine. He hugged his wife tightly, and he was even inexplicably jealous because of it. Thinking about it now, he felt embarrassed. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for...

Much later, Eleven's appearance returned to normal. His cold and aloof appearance was just as impressive as before, and his aura was as intimidating as his presence. But only Wen Nuan knew that when her Eleven smiled, he had two little tiger teeth and dimples. The cold-faced young hero suddenly turned into a cute boy next door who could be bullied and teased!

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