Do you think Qingwu might get pregnant?

Chapter 53 Do you think Qingwu might get pregnant?

Nangong Nayue fell silent.

She stood at the entrance to the courtyard, her white dress fluttering gently in the night breeze, the hem brushing against the ground with a soft rustling sound.

As she listened to the sounds coming from the room, her expression kept changing.

Anger, helplessness, confusion, compromise—various emotions intertwined, so complex that even she herself couldn't sort them out.

Her fingers clenched and unclenched repeatedly, several times in a row.

Qingyue did not urge her.

Qingyue stood quietly beside her, one hand still holding her wrist, the other hanging at her side, the hem of her red dress intertwined with Qingyue's white clothes.

A night breeze rustled the leaves of the laurel tree, and a few laurel petals drifted down onto their shoulders.

A while later.

It might be half an incense stick, or it might be a whole incense stick.

Nangong Nayue took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The breath was exhaled very long, as if it were expelling all the pent-up emotions in his chest.

She took her hand off the doorknob.

"Let's go."

Her voice was soft and calm, so calm that it didn't sound like she was talking about something important; it sounded more like she was saying, "The weather is nice today."

But Qingyue understood.

There was a hint of relief in Na Yue's voice.

Qingyue's eyes lit up.

She quickly took Na Yue's hand, interlacing her fingers with Na Yue's, and held it tightly.

"Go, go, go, don't get in their way."

Her voice was as light and cheerful as a lark's, completely different from the serious and analytical Xian Er Da Neng from just now.

"We'll come back tomorrow morning."

As she spoke, she pulled Nangong Nayue towards the outside of the courtyard.

Her steps were light and quick, her red dress fluttering, like a cat that had stolen a fish.

Nangong Nayue stumbled a couple of steps as she was pulled along, but then steadied herself and caught up with her.

The two walked out of the courtyard and back along the white jade path.

As Qingyue walked, she glanced back at Qingwu's courtyard, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

"That month."

She suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

Nangong Nayue responded, her voice still calm, but the weariness between her brows had lessened.

"Do you think Qingwu might be pregnant?"

Qingyue's voice carried a hint of mischief, a touch of gossip, and an ambiguous warmth that was hard to define.

Nangong Nayue's face flushed again.

"How would I know?"

Her voice carried a hint of impatience, but more so, shyness.

"You're her master, aren't you even concerned?"

"Why should I care? That's her own business."

"You're just being stubborn."

Qingyue smiled and tightened her grip on Nayue's hand.

"You're actually quite happy about it, aren't you? After all, that's the Ancient Sacred Body."

Nangong Nayue did not speak.

She neither admitted nor denied it.

Sometimes, silence is the best answer.

Qingyue understands her.

The two walked hand in hand through the white jade path, through the laurel grove, through the square, and back to Nangong Nayue's courtyard.

Soon, Qingyue pulled Nayue back to her courtyard.

As Na Yue's best friend, she was quite familiar with the Moon Palace.

That month, the courtyard was not large, but it was exquisite.

The courtyard wall was covered with vines, blooming with tiny white flowers that shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

Beneath the laurel tree was a small pond with several koi fish swimming lazily on the surface, occasionally swishing their tails to create ripples.

"Okay, let me go."

After being pulled back to her own courtyard by Qingyue, Nangong Nayue pushed Qingyue's hand away.

Her face was expressionless, but her tone carried a hint of weariness.

Qingyue released her grip, but the smile on her face didn't fade.

Nangong Nayue pushed open the door and entered her room.

"Wait for me, I'm sleeping here tonight."

Qingyue smiled and quickly followed Nayue into the room.

The door closed automatically after she entered the room.

Nangong Nayue walked to the dressing table and sat down. She raised her hand and took off the white jade hairpin from her hair. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall and spread over her shoulders.

She looked at Qingyue behind her in the mirror.

Qingyue was standing at the door, her hands behind her back, looking at her with a smile.

What are you laughing at?

Nangong Nayue spoke, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"Just thinking about happy things."

Qingyue walked over and sat down on the chair next to Nangong Nayue, resting her chin on her hands and tilting her head to look at her.

"Na Yue, what do you think Qingwu is doing now? Is she trying to have a child with Ye Feng?"

"Shut up."

"Let me tell you."

"Shut up."

"Do you think the Holy Body might actually have gotten Qingwu pregnant?"

"Tilted Moon!"

Nangong Nayue turned around and glared at her.

Instead of being annoyed by the glare, Qingyue laughed even more happily.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."

She raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, but her eyes clearly conveyed, "I will say it again."

Nangong Nayue sighed, turned around, and continued to comb her long hair.

Qingyue sat quietly beside her, watching her.

The room fell silent, with only the soft sound of a comb gliding through the hair.

after awhile.

"That month."

Qingyue spoke again.

"What's wrong now?"

Nangong Nayue's voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.

"Do you think the Holy Spirit—will he stay? If not, what will you do?"

Qingyue's voice suddenly became more serious, losing its previous teasing and joking tone.

Nangong Nayue paused for a moment.

Then she continued combing her hair.

"have no idea."

Her voice was very soft.

Do you want him to stay?

Qingyue pressed for an answer.

Nangong Nayue did not answer.

She put down the comb, stood up, walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and lay down.

Qingyue watched Nayue's retreating figure, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She stood up, walked to the bedside, lifted another corner of the blanket, and lay down.

The bed was large, with two people lying on it, and another person between them.

The room lights were still on, casting a dim yellow light on their faces, making their expressions appear to flicker.

"That month."

Qingyue turned to the side and looked at Nayue's profile.

"Um."

"What do you think of Ye Feng? I have a pretty good impression of him; he's my type."

Nangong Nayue remained silent for a while.

"----have no idea."

"I think it's good."

Qingyue's voice carried a certain certainty.

"The way he looked at Qingwu was different from those stinky men."

Nangong Nayue did not speak.

"When Yin Tiande looked at Qingwu, his eyes held a self-righteous and aloof expression. But when Ye Feng looked at Qingwu, his eyes held—how should I put it—a mixture of liking and possessiveness."

Qingyue paused, as if carefully considering her words.

"It's that kind of possessiveness that wants to ingrain Qingwu into your very bones."

Nangong Nayue remained silent.

But she did not refute it.

Qingyue knew that Nayue had taken it to heart.

She smiled, turned over, lay on her back, and looked at the gauze curtains above her head.

"Okay, that's enough. Time for bed."

She closed her eyes.

The room fell silent.

Only the breathing of two people, one light and one heavy, intertwined.

after awhile.

"Tilted Moon".

Nangong Nayue's voice suddenly rang out, very softly.

"Um?"

Qingyue didn't open her eyes, but simply responded with a sound.

"Thank you."

Qingyue's lips curled up.

She didn't open her eyes, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

"You're welcome."

She said softly.

"Because I'm your best friend."

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