Ning Qing kicked open the already flimsy wooden door.

Inside the dilapidated house, people lay sprawled on the floor, bound together with hemp rope like giant rice dumplings. Upon closer inspection, their mouths were stuffed with a piece of rag that resembled a smelly sock.

Upon hearing the noise, they all turned to look at the doorway with wary expressions.

When they saw Ning Qing's handsome face, they all showed fear.

Today, they were in different places, and this person abducted them without their knowledge or cause.

The man was as fast as lightning. Before they could even cry for help, a piece of rag with a strange smell was stuffed into their mouths.

Then they knocked him unconscious and took him away. When he woke up again, he was already here.

What alarmed them even more was that everyone here knew each other.

Looking at those familiar faces.

Some astute individuals have already concluded that they all have some kind of connection with the Regent.

In other words, they are all part of the Regent's faction!

What did this person want to do by kidnapping them?

Are they being used as hostages to threaten the regent?

He sneered inwardly, thinking that if that were the case, then this person was incredibly stupid.

In this great Yin Kingdom, the most untouchable person is the Regent.

Those close to the Regent knew that he was petty and held grudges.

This person's actions are tantamount to digging his own grave.

Ning Qing merely glanced at the people on the ground before taking the large sack off her shoulder.

He drew his small black sword, its sharp tip slicing through the sack to reveal several unconscious people inside.

Everyone saw that Ning Qing had brought his colleague back again.

They all gasped.

He couldn't help but secretly speculate about various possibilities.

Ning Qing curled her lips into a smile.

"Gentlemen, please rest well here. See you tomorrow."

After saying that, he stepped out the door and thoughtfully closed it behind him.

When Ning Qing returned to her palace, she did not see Qu Shaoyu.

Ning Qing leaned back and half-reclined on the soft couch by the window, and took out a small jar of wine from her spatial storage.

He slowly began to drink.

When Qu Shaoyu returned to his palace, this was the scene that greeted him.

His Qing-gege had a few strands of long, black hair cascading down his chest, his cheeks slightly flushed, and his lips naturally red. Dressed in white, he leaned against a soft couch, surrounded by various wine jars scattered on the ground.

Qu Shaoyu's lips curled slightly as he slowly approached.

He spoke softly, calling out a name.

"Brother Qing".

Ning Qing looked up and saw that his wife had returned.

She curled her lips into a smile.

"Wife, you're back?"

Qu Shaoyu's gaze sharpened.

"young married woman?".

Ning Qing nodded.

"Yes, you are my wife."

Upon hearing this, Qu Shaoyu chuckled and shook his head in denial.

"No, I am not your wife."

Ning Qing glared at him with considerable displeasure.

“You are my wife, and you can’t deny it.”

He glanced at Qu Shaoyu sideways.

"You can't escape it, just accept your fate."

Qu Shaoyu chuckled softly, plopped down on the soft couch, and held Ning Qing's hand tightly.

Speak earnestly.

"I don't want to run away. Having you by my side in this life is enough."

Ning Qing glanced at him.

"You're smart to know your place."

Qu Shaoyu chuckled again.

"When I said I wasn't your wife, it didn't mean I didn't want to be with you."

After lowering his head and planting a heavy kiss on Ning Qing's hand, he looked up at Ning Qing and spoke earnestly.

"You will be my queen, you will be my wife."