He had just been reborn when he was imprisoned by his nemesis, the Empress?

"A quack doctor, huh? Fine, today I'll show you what it means to be haunted by nightmares."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Yi pushed Su Qingluan down onto the bed.

He leaned over her, placed his hands on either side of her, and gently bit her slender, smooth neck.

Su Qingluan did not resist. Instead, she reached out and gently stroked his head, her tone slightly teasing.

"puppy."

Xu Yi raised his head, his eyes filled with a mixture of dissatisfaction and burning intensity.

"What did you say?"

Su Qingluan opened her eyes, her phoenix eyes staring directly at him, a provocative smile playing on her lips.

"If you're a little dog, then call me 'Master' so I can hear you."

Xu Yi sighed helplessly, said nothing, and slowly undressed her.

......

Half an hour later, everything gradually returned to calm.

Su Qingluan lay languidly on the bed, her hair damp with sweat, clinging to her smooth forehead and fair neck, adding to her allure.

She was slightly out of breath, brushed her hair aside, and her gaze inadvertently fell on the table in the corner of the hall.

On the table were a small brocade hat and a pair of small socks, both exquisitely made.

Su Qingluan frowned and asked in confusion.

"What is that?"

Xu Yi lay listlessly on the bed. Hearing this, he followed her gaze and asked somewhat blankly.

"Huh? What? What?"

Su Qingluan flashed to the table and picked up the small brocade hat.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed several small characters embroidered on the outer sides of the hat: "Xuan Ge" and "Xu Yi".

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she traced the two words with her fingertips.

Su Qingluan glanced sideways at Xu Yi, who had sat up, and spoke calmly.

"Did Jiang Xuange embroider this for you?"

Xu Yi touched the tip of his nose and nodded frankly.

"Um."

"It seems you two have had a good time these past few days."

Su Qingluan's voice was unreadable, but her fingertips were twisting the little hat, the brocade thread slightly wrinkled from her grip.

Xu Yi looked at her like this and smiled helplessly.

Are you jealous and angry again?

Upon hearing this, Su Qingluan raised her head, her phoenix eyes slightly upturned, revealing a hint of arrogance and disdain.

"Did I have one?"

She casually tossed the brocade hat back onto the table, took out a pure white jade pendant from her sleeve, tapped it lightly with her fingertip, and gave a few instructions.

A moment later, the sound of palace maids' footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

Two palace maids walked in slowly, heads bowed, carrying trays on which were several silver needles and several bolts of shimmering brocade.

After the palace maid withdrew, Xu Yi couldn't help but scratch his head, his tone tinged with doubt.

"Are you... planning to knit this for me too?"

Su Qingluan picked up the brocade with dark gold cloud patterns, her fingertips tracing the smooth fabric, her tone deliberately cold.

"Who says it's definitely for you? I'm planning to knit one for someone else."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yi's smile faded slightly. He didn't say anything more, but simply sat back on the bed, his gaze fixed on her back.

After a while, Xu Yi got a little bored and, having already expended a lot of energy, prepared to lie down and go to sleep to enter the dream world.

He had just lifted the covers when he heard the sound of the palace door being gently pushed open, and Jiang Xuange walked in.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, she subconsciously sniffed and then couldn't help but frown.

There was a faint...smell in the room, why does it feel so familiar?

Jiang Xuange's gaze swept quickly across the hall, first landing on Su Qingluan, who was weaving clothes by the window.

Su Qingluan had her back to her, holding a needle and thread in her hand, and was intently fiddling with the brocade, her expression seemingly normal.

But Jiang Xuange still had a bad feeling.

She quickly turned to look at the table in the corner and saw that the little hat and socks she had embroidered were still there, untouched and undamaged, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Xuange composed herself and tentatively walked towards Xu Yi.

Seeing that Su Qingluan only glanced at her indifferently and did not say anything, she boldly walked to the bedside and sat down next to Xu Yi.

As soon as you get close, Xu Yi smells like Su Qingluan.

This made Jiang Xuange feel a little uncomfortable, and jealousy welled up inside her.

She suppressed the bitterness in her heart and reached out to grab Xu Yi's sleeve.

"Xu Lang, why don't you take a shower before you go to sleep? You're all sweaty and sticky, it's so uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingluan paused in her hand holding the silver needle, almost bursting out laughing.

She didn't stop him too much, but simply used her spiritual power to transmit her voice to Jiang Xuange.

"Go to the side hall to wash, and then bring him back."

Jiang Xuange reluctantly replied with two words via telepathy.

"Know."

She tightened her grip on Xu Yi's hand, helped him up, and walked towards the side hall.

......

Inside the side hall.

Xu Yi looked at the steaming bathtub and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sigh... Xuan Ge, there's no need to go to so much trouble. I can wash it myself. I'll feel really embarrassed if you wash it for me."

Jiang Xuange gently shook his head, a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xu, I must help you wash this time."

She wanted to personally wash away the scent of Su Qingluan from Xu Yi's body and let him revert to his own scent.

Seeing her resolute attitude, Xu Yi sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say."

Jiang Xuange then smiled slightly, and gently helped Xu Yi remove his clothes with her slender fingers.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, her voice trembling slightly.

"Xu Yi, weren't you with her earlier...?"

Xu Yi saw the unease in her eyes and had no intention of hiding anything.

He thought that honesty and openness between them would be the way to a lasting relationship, so he nodded readily.

"Yes."

Jiang Xuange sighed softly, the light in her eyes dimming.

She didn't say anything more, but simply picked up a handkerchief, dipped it in warm water, and began to wipe Xu Yi's body.

Her movements were initially somewhat forceful, as if she were venting her jealousy.

"Gently, gently, gently, gently..."

Xu Yi couldn't help but frown and protest softly.

Jiang Xuange looked up at him, a hint of apology flashing in her eyes, but she still stubbornly said...

"How can that be? How can it possibly get clean like that?"

She wanted to completely erase Su Qingluan's presence.

"Why can't it get clean? My wife, don't scrub so hard!"

Xu Yi frowned, reached out to grab her wrist, and said with a hint of grievance in his voice.

Upon hearing the words "wife," Jiang Xuange's grip suddenly loosened, and her movements gradually became gentler.

As my fingertips brushed against his skin, I felt a delicate touch.

She looked up at Xu Yi, her eyes filled with hope.

"From now on, when Su Qingluan isn't around, please call me that, okay?"