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"Ring ring—"

The crisp sound of the copper bell on the door interrupted Nanqing, who was immersed in the music. She looked up and was stunned for a moment when she saw who it was.

That person... seems so familiar!

Qin Mobei slowly approached, looking at the "unfamiliar woman" sitting in front of the zither. He pursed his lips; it was not Qingqing from his memory.

His features were exquisite, his appearance beautiful, and his bright eyes were clear as stars. He possessed both the purity of a lotus emerging from the water and the magnificence of a peony in its first bloom, unlike the woman before him, who was so...naive!

Yet, her aura and those starry eyes were indeed familiar.

until....

"Qin Mobei??"

Upon hearing this, Qin Mobei's expression changed. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the woman who he had just thought was somewhat naive, and pulled her into his arms. The tassels on her head jingled and even hit his face, but he didn't care at all. His eyes and heart were only on the person in front of him.

Yes, this is his empress, his beloved...

Nan Qing was also somewhat bewildered. In this life, her body was more cute and sweet, with a petite figure and a height of only about 165 cm. Qin Mobei, on the other hand, was extremely tall and upright. At this moment, she was tightly held in his arms, her feet were almost dangling in the air, her toes barely touching the ground. She felt like a cat being lifted by the scruff of its neck, with nowhere to put her weight on, and she was quite uncomfortable.

"Qin Mobei, loosen your grip, I'm in pain..."

She patted his strong shoulders and back a few times, but he seemed not to hear her. His arms continued to exert force, and he even deliberately rested his chin on the top of her head, letting out a low chuckle.

Left with no other choice, she could only unceremoniously place her feet on his black dragon-patterned boots for support.

At the same time, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at a small hedgehog that was also standing on the tea table like a fossil.

"Xiao Ba, explain yourself!"

"Why has Qin Mobei come back to life?!"

That's right, she had noticed just now that Qin Mobei had no trace of life on him, and was surrounded by an aura of death. Clearly, he was a corpse, and he had risen from the dead!

[Host...I...I'll go ask the Heavenly Dao!]

After saying this, the guilty little hedgehog suddenly collapsed onto the table with its four legs in the air.

Meanwhile, Qin Mobei had already started burying his head in her neck and sucking on it. Nan Qing pushed him away a few times in disgust. He was a corpse, a corpse, a corpse that had been lying in a coffin for thousands of years!

Moreover, judging from his clothes, he had obviously just woken up from the tomb and then came looking for her.

"Qin Mobei, let me go first."

Hearing a hint of annoyance in her voice, Qin Mobei finally loosened his grip slightly, but still held her in his arms, looking down at her with a smile on his handsome and sharp face.

"Why didn't you wait for me? I've been looking for you for so long."

"My dear, do you no longer want me? Do you want to abandon your husband?"

As he spoke, he pinched the soft flesh of her waist, increasing the pressure slightly. Although he had a smile on his face, there was no smile in his eyes.

Nan Qing was initially a little angry, but upon hearing this, she immediately fell silent. How could she explain that the men she met afterward were all him?

Forget it, of all the chosen ones, Qin Mobei is the most inhuman. If she dares to say something like that, he'll probably go crazy.

No, it's also possible that she's the one who's gone mad...

Seeing Qin Mobei's face growing increasingly grim, Nan Qing coughed lightly and changed the subject, saying, "By the way, why did you suddenly... uh... wake up?"

Looking at Nan Qing's guilty expression, Qin Mobei knew he had guessed correctly. His Empress, his Qingqing, had abandoned him, didn't want him, and forgotten him, so she could go out and enjoy herself on her own. This wasn't the first time she had done something like this...

Even though he felt depressed, he suppressed his gloom and replied in agreement with her:

"I don't know, I suddenly smelled your scent and woke up, only to find that my Empress is not in the imperial tomb..."

Seeing that the topic was about to come back to itself, Nan Qing quickly interjected, "Oh, by the way, have you eaten?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Qing wanted to slap himself. He was a living corpse; had he even eaten? What did he eat? Ghosts or incense?

Qin Mobei, who was holding her, darkened his eyes upon hearing these words.

Yes, I am indeed hungry.

He picked Nanqing up in his arms, just like before, and let him sit on his lap, looking up at her.

"Qingqing, would you mind leading the way?"

Having lived together for decades, he knew Nanqing understood his meaning, and Nanqing truly did!

Nan Qing: "......."

You foul mouth! Why do you keep asking if I've eaten? Don't you know this guy can't stand the word "eat"?

Nan Qing blinked a few times, half-wrapped her arms around his neck, swallowed hard, and said:

"Um... Qin Mobei, I... I still need to do business, I need to make money!"

Qin Mobei frowned. Could he not even afford to support his own empress now?

"There are many treasures in the imperial tomb. I will go back another day to retrieve them. I believe they will be of some use. Qingqing, don't worry, I will certainly not let you suffer."

He spoke these words with great seriousness, as if he genuinely believed that Nanqing was now forced by circumstances to earn money on his own.

In his heart, his beloved should live in the most luxurious palace, use the finest things, and eat the most exquisite food, and should not have to worry about such mundane things.

Although the country has changed hands, his dynasty and his people have all been buried in the long river of time.

Regardless of the current situation, he remained confident that he would be able to take excellent care of his empress.

Seeing his adorable appearance, Nan Qing's heart softened, and she raised her hand to stroke his face, revealing dimples at the corners of her lips.

"Okay, okay, I'm very rich. This time, it's my turn to take care of you~~"

She was still a little excited as she spoke. For some reason, she liked the situation where she was in control of him and took care of him. If it could be like those novels about domineering CEOs and their pampered wives, where she was the domineering CEO and he was the beautiful woman she pampered, that would be even better!

Nan Qing found it increasingly amusing, and lightly touched his cool lips with her fingertips: "So, my Your Majesty, would you be willing to become my male concubine?"

Feeling the soft warmth on her lips, Qin Mobei remained silent, directly biting her mischievous fingertip. His cool tongue lightly swept across her fingertip, sometimes sucking, sometimes nibbling. His deep, dark eyes remained fixed on her, the meaning of which was self-evident.

As before, he saw his empress's cheeks slowly flush, her eyes filled with spring, and the corners of her eyes reddening; she was extremely beautiful.

After suppressing his longing, Qin Mobei opened his mouth, looking at her glistening fingertips, and chuckled softly:

"Your Highness's hands are still so restless."

"Since he is a male concubine, I must make sure Your Majesty is comfortable..."

After saying that, he carried Nanqing inside. He had already discovered that upstairs was his Empress's current boudoir...