TBTAMN Chapter 108

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 108(23)

There was no fear on Qiao Yun’s face. He faced the sword directly and tangled with Nan Jun.

One black and one white were dancing among the flowers. Amid the sword lights and sparks, one could only see the thin layer of sweat gradually rising on their foreheads, but their eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Seeing Nan Jun’s sword coming at him, Qiao Yun suddenly curved his eyebrows and dodged sideways, but his whole body fell down due to the force of the dodge.

Nan Jun panicked and rushed over without even putting away her sword, grabbing the man in her arms.

Qiao Yun climbed onto Nan Jun’s neck and looked into her eyes, unwilling to part.

“Why are you so careless?”

Nan Jun’s slightly complaining words rang in his ears, and before Qiao Yun could say anything, the woman’s fingers had already hooked on his straight nose.

“Yun’er knows that Sister Jun must not be willing to let Yun’er fall.”

Qiao Yun said this in a slightly coquettish tone, his hands still around Nan Jun’s neck, refusing to let go.

Nan Jun smiled fondly, but never let go of the person in her arms.

“I waited for you all night yesterday, but I didn’t expect you to be waiting for me here early in the morning.”

Qiao Yun bit his lower lip and glanced at Nan Jun secretly, but he said “fool” in his heart. He had not discovered his own identity yet, and he didn’t know how this person became a woman of both talent and beauty in the eyes of others.

Despite this, Qiao Yun’s eyes were still filled with love for Nan Jun, without any concealment.

Especially when he heard Nan Jun say that she had been waiting for him last night, Qiao Yun couldn’t help but feel happy.

It turns out that being liked by the person you like is such an exciting thing.

Qiao Yun boldly hooked Nan Jun’s neck and put his lips close to her ear.

“Sister Jun, you are holding Yun’er like this, aren’t you afraid that others will misunderstand you if they see you?”

Nan Jun’s body stiffened, and the hot breath from the mouth of the little person in her arms made her whole body hot. She tried to hold the person in her hands tightly and smiled dotingly.

“What’s the harm in seeing it? You will eventually become mine!”

Nan Jun never asked about the identity of the person in her arms, and believed that he would not hurt her.

As for why he could come and go freely in the palace, the woman who was blinded by love could no longer remember it.

The word “my man” made Qiao Yun giggle. If she knew that he had been hers for a long time, he wondered how she would react.

“Have breakfast with me!”

Nan Jun gently coaxed the person in her arms, wanting him to stay with her for a while longer.

Nan Jun liked this little guy more and more. He was good at both medicine and martial arts. She wondered if there was anything else he knew that she didn’t know.

Although Qiao Yun wanted to be with her, he was afraid of being seen by others and exposing his identity, so he ruthlessly refused.

“Yun’er still has something to do, I’m afraid I won’t be able to have dinner with Sister Yun today.”

Suddenly remembering that her soup was not yet cooked, Qiao Yun quickly jumped out of Nan Jun’s arms and ran away with the sword in hand before Nan Jun could try to stop him.

Feeling the warmth in her hand, Nan Jun slowly raised the corners of her mouth. She found that she liked him more and more.

Such a warm scene became a poison that penetrated into Lian Qing’s bones when he saw it behind the tree, stinging his eyes and heart.

They really were together. No wonder the Eighth Princess didn’t allow him to call her Sister Jun anymore. It was really Qiao Yun’s doing.

Qiao Yun, ah Qiao Yun, if that’s the case, don’t blame me for not being able to keep you.

Touching the jade pendant on his waist, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Lian Qing’s eyes.

For some reason, the soup that Wang Jun brought today was half an hour late, and Nan Jun had already finished breakfast and went to the study.

Shuang’er found Anyu with a lunch box. Anyu had no choice but to take the lunch box from Shuang’er and sent it to Nan Jun’s study.

When An Yu came in, Nan Jun was drawing something seriously.

She didn’t want to disturb her master, but when she saw the person on the rice paper, An Yu couldn’t help but sigh out loud.

“Master, your painting skills are amazing. The people in this painting are so lifelike that they seem to be alive.”

Nan Jun chuckled, took the bowl handed to her by Anyu and drank it all in one gulp.

For some reason, the soup that the young master of the Qiao family cooked for her every day seemed to have magical effects. Her headache had not occurred for some time.

An Yu moved closer again, stared at the face of the person in the painting, shook her head and muttered: “It’s just… this subordinate has never seen Wang Jun smile like this before…”

In An Yu’s eyes, Qiao Yun’s eyes were always filled with sadness, not as happy as in the eyes of the person in the painting.

Nan Jun’s grip on the bowl tightened, as if she didn’t hear what Anyu said clearly.

“Who are you talking about?”

An Yu raised her innocent eyes and looked at Nan Jun, saying bluntly: “Wang Jun! Isn’t this painting of Wang Jun?”

“You mean… him? He is my Wang Jun?”

Nan Jun seemed to hear the sound of her own heartstrings breaking. She had never asked about his identity. Could it be that she was holding the beautiful jade and looking for the stone and really made a big mistake?

An Yu nodded woodenly, but she never thought that her master would not recognize her husband.

Nan Jun lowered his eyes to glance at the empty bowl, feeling indescribable pain.

“Wang Jun…what’s his full name?”

“Qiao Yun.”

What’s wrong with you, Master? Have you forgotten your husband’s name?

Yes!

The name of the son of the Qiao family is Qiao Yun, and he said he was Yun’er…

Qiao Yun is Yuner, Yun’er is Qiao Yun…

She left him alone on their wedding day and said so many embarrassing things to him, making him a laughing stock in the entire capital.

But he still made this soup for her every day. Although it was a tonic soup, Nan Jun could still smell the medicinal flavor in it.

She pretended to be sick and did not accompany him when he returned home on the third day after their wedding, but he still secretly came to meet her and even accepted her ignorant confession.

Thinking of the two times Qiao Yun burst into tears for no reason, Nan Jun suddenly understood something.

What kind of belief supported that villain to treat her like this? What virtue did she have to make him like her so much?

“Master, what’s the matter?”

An Yu swiftly caught the bowl that fell from Nan Jun’s hand, looked at her in confusion and asked.

Nan Jun was startled, only to realize that the bowl had dropped at some point.

“Nothing, you go back first!”

“Yes.”

“Wait…” Nan Jun suddenly called An Yu who was about to leave.

“Master, do you have any other instructions?”

“Have the people we sent to Liujia Village returned?”

“The journey is quite long. I’m afraid it will take a few more days.” An Yu bowed and replied.

“Bring the person to see me directly when he comes back.”

“Yes, I will take my leave.”

Nan Jun waved her hand, and her eyes fell back on the face of the person in the painting.

“Yun’er, Yun’er, why are you doing this?”

Since he knew that he was the Prince of Nan Jun, why did he hide his identity from her?

Nan Jun couldn’t understand why Qiao Yun did this, but she felt guilty and didn’t know how to face him, so she was very upset.

In addition, Nan Jun had been thinking about the questions regarding Liujia Village, which gave her an even greater headache.