The Marriage of an Esteemed Supreme Healer, a Noble Ruler

A chill surged from the bottom of his heart, making Nan Yuxing shiver.

However, Nan Yiyi's attention was on a certain word. Wife? He is already married?

Nan Yiyi's heart instantly turned cold as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

"Rong Xiu." At this moment, a clear female voice came from behind.

Nan Yuxing and Nan Yiyi watched as the man—who had just spoken coldly to them—look to the other side.

Instantly, the frost in his eyes melted. In its place was unconcealable clarity and gentleness.

His thin scarlet lips curved slightly, and there seemed to be a glint in his deep phoenix eyes. The aura around him also became completely different. "Yue'er, you're awake?"

As he spoke, he walked past the siblings.

A faint cold fragrance swept across their noses.

Nan Yiyi turned around in a daze and looked in the direction he was going.

Not far away, a woman was standing behind a few rocks.

The woman was wearing a red dress and looked to be no more than 17 or 18 years old. Her skin was as fair as snow. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were as bright as stars.

She was only wearing a simple red dress, and her black hair was tied up simply. She didn't have any additional accessories on her body. Standing there, she seemed to surpass thousands of scenes.

There was a smile on the corners of her lips, but her whole body was shrouded in a noble and unparalleled spiritual aura, revealing the nobility in her bones.

In this ethereal white fog, she looked especially beautiful.

The moment she saw the other party's face, Nan Yiyi was stunned for a moment. Then, she couldn't help but feel sour and jealous.

She had always prided herself on her beauty, but this was the first time she knew what it meant to be inferior in front of another woman. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she knew very well that the other party's appearance was indeed much better than hers.

Nan Yiyi couldn't help but lower her head and size herself up.

Her clothes were luxurious, and she was particular about everything. But at this moment, compared to the other party, she began to feel that her outfit was very cumbersome.

Even when she lowered her head, the jingling and swaying of the hair on her head annoyed her.

Her dressing was so exquisite, but it wasn't as moving as the other party's bare face. No woman would feel comfortable under such circumstances.

Rong Xiu had already walked over and tucked the stray hair behind the woman's ear. His movements were familiar and natural.

He looked at the person in front of him and spoke in a low and pleasant voice. "Did you rest well? Did I disturb you?"

Chu Liuyue shook her head and smiled. "No. Actually, I woke up when you were refining just now."

Rong Xiu frowned and glanced at Shangguan Jing behind him.

Shangguan Jing shrugged helplessly. "Even a barrier can't stop such a big commotion."

Before Rong Xiu prepared to refine the Yuan instrument, he was worried that he would disturb her rest, so he specially set up a barrier. However, it now seemed that it was useless.

She has always been sensitive to these things, so it's impossible for her not to notice. Rong Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled. Then, he took out a ball of light and handed it over. "Take a look."

Shock flashed across Chu Liuyue's eyes as she took it.

She knew that Rong Xiu was extremely talented in Yuan instrument refinement.

The two of them had competed in this aspect in the past, but basically, she lost. Moreover, she had never tested Rong Xiu's true strength.

This was the first time she had seen Rong Xiu's royal Yuan instrument with her own eyes.

Others might not be able to see it clearly, but now that it was in her hands, she could see it clearly—it was a set of armor.

It was a faint golden color, but the texture looked more like jade, and it was extremely light in her hand.

"You can directly drip blood on it to be recognized as its master," Rong Xiu said,

Chu Liuyue nodded slightly, took out a dagger, and cut her palm.

Dark-red blood immediately gushed out and dripped onto the armor!

The armor shimmered. The blood was then quickly engulfed and absorbed, disappearing from the surface.

Thin blood-colored patterns appeared inside.

In an instant, she sensed that there seemed to be an additional connection between her and the armor. Then, with a flash of light, the armor quickly disappeared!

Chu Liuyue blinked.

The cut on her hand quickly recovered, leaving only a faint pink scar.

A faint golden light enveloped her body before quickly disappearing. However, she knew very well that the armor had already recognized her as its master.

Then, as if sensing something, she widened her eyes and stared at Rong Xiu. "This…"

"Do you like it?" Rong Xiu asked with a smile.

The words in Chu Liuyue's throat suddenly got stuck. After a moment, she nodded seriously. "I like everything you give me."

…

The two of them chatted and laughed as if nobody was around, deeply stimulating Nan Yiyi.

She couldn't help but take a step forward. "You gave her the royal Yuan instrument you worked so hard to refine just like that?!"

A cold glint flashed across Rong Xiu's eyes.

However, Chu Liuyue blinked and sized Nan Yiyi up for the first time. In truth, she had seen and heard the scene of the siblings stopping Rong Xiu.

It's obvious that this woman has taken a fancy to Rong Xiu. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so persistent.

"And you! Do you know how much effort he spent to refine this? You actually accepted it with a clear conscience?" As if sensing her gaze, Nan Yiyi aimed her cannon at Chu Liuyue. No matter what, it is a royal Yuan instrument! He gave it away so easily?!

Looking at Nan Yiyi's agitated and angry expression, Chu Liuyue found it funny.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and was about to speak when Rong Xiu had already half-turned around. "First of all, this is a Yuan instrument I refined. It's my business how I want to deal with it. When is it your turn to comment?"

Nan Yiyi shivered under his cold gaze, and her voice softened. "But…"

"Secondly, this is a gift I specially prepared for my wife. If I don't give it to her, should I give it to you?" Rong Xiu's face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost.

Under his intimidating gaze, Nan Yiyi finally sensed a trace of danger. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Nan Yuxing was angry and heartbroken. He immediately stepped forward and stared at his sister warningly before pulling her behind him. My sister is used to being arrogant and speaks as she pleases. Even though I feel embarrassed by those two sentences, this is still my sister. When we're outside, how can I let others bully her?Follow current s on ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Nan Yuxing took a deep breath and said, "That's not what my sister meant. You—"

Rong Xiu did not have much patience with the siblings and interrupted him. He stared coldly at Nan Yiyi. "Thirdly, who do you think you are to dare criticize my wife?"