Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

Chapter 262 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 96

The situation in the Great Qi Dynasty was about to change. After Yun Piao deposed the Crown Prince Qi Heyao, people below were discussing privately who would be the next Crown Prince, whether Yun Piao would change the country's name and promote people from her mother's family... What should her niece, the former Crown Princess, do? Her husband was deposed not long after their marriage.

Just when everyone was talking about it, Yun Qian left the palace and asked to move back to the Yun family... Not long after, a decree written by the empress herself, allowing Yun Qian to divorce the deposed prince, was circulated.

Everyone in the world was amazed. The empress ascended the throne, with all-powerful power, and yet she allowed her niece to depose her husband openly...

After parting in Jinzhou City, when they met again, Yun Qian stood in front of the quiet mansion, with mixed feelings in her heart. She was wearing a thick dress and Qi Jueyu's cloak on her shoulders, which could not cover her belly which was already a little curved.

Qi Heyao's former gorgeous clothes were gone, replaced by a simple dark blue gown. There were a few strands of white hair at his temples, and he looked a little more haggard.

The mansion was hushed and silent, as if the entire world was sealed off from view. Qi Heyao sat quietly at the stone table in the courtyard, looking up at the newcomer, a complex expression flashing across his eyes. He had lost a lot of weight, but his gaze remained as sharp as ever, though its edge had long been blunted by time and reality.

"Yun Qian," his voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue, "When did you..."

When did you stop loving me?

Yun Qian approached him, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment. Her expression was indifferent and condescending, like a victor looking down on her defeated opponent. "Qi Heyao, you don't need to worry about when I changed my mind. You just need to know that whether I stand by your side or not, you are destined to lose your position as Crown Prince."

Qi Heyao smiled bitterly upon hearing this: "You are so ruthless and harsh, which is unlike you in the past."

Yun Qian didn't respond, but sat down quietly, facing him across the stone table. There was silence between the two of them, the only sound being the gentle rustling of the breeze through the treetops.

After a long moment, Qi Heyao spoke to break the silence. He lowered his eyelids, his tone probing: "Yun Qian, did you... have a dream too?"

Yun Qian was startled, a trace of inquiry flashed in his eyes, and his brows knitted slightly: "What did you dream about?"

Yun Qian stared at Qi Heyao quietly, her eyes calm and composed. Without making any sarcastic remarks, she spoke calmly, her tone without a trace of emotion: "Are you feeling guilty?"

Qi Heyao raised his head, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but then he calmed down, as if waiting for her to continue.

"In my dream... you successfully ascended the throne and became the emperor of Da Qi... is that right?"

"In my dream, we became husband and wife." Yun Qian's voice rose softly, with a faint smile on her lips. "And then you... Qi Heyao, you almost killed everyone in the Yun family."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Heyao's body trembled slightly, and the forced composure on his face completely shattered. His hands clenched into fists, veins faintly visible, and shock and pain were revealed in his eyes, as if an old wound had been suddenly opened.

"I didn't! I just..."

"You just what? You just killed my father, my brother, and forced my mother to death. You want to say that you didn't kill everyone in the Yun family, right? You want to say that your emperor's grace is great, right?"

"I..." He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"What? You don't dare to admit it?" Yun Qian looked at him calmly, her eyes frighteningly calm. "Or did you also dream about these things, but pretended not to remember?"

Qi Heyao's lips trembled slightly, and he lowered his head, as if trying to avoid her gaze, but he couldn't. His voice was hoarse and painful: "Yes, I dreamed about it too... But Yun Qian, it was just a dream, wasn't it? I never... never really..."

"Is it a dream?" Yun Qian chuckled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Then what are you afraid of?"

If it's really just a dream, then what are you afraid of?

She raised her head and looked at Qi Heyao, her eyes cold and clear: "Everything you do in the name of love is the work of your enemies. It is truly an honor for anyone to receive the love of your Highness the Crown Prince..."

Qi Heyao closed his eyes, his fingers trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak. "I don't know why I had this dream, but I can tell you, it wasn't me...it wasn't something I did."

"Do you believe what you're saying?" Yun Qian said softly, but there was no disbelief in her tone. "The past, whether it was a dream or reality, is no longer important to me. From now on, you will no longer have a wife named Yun Qian. I wish you a long and happy life."

You must live well, watch the power you have always dreamed of fall into the hands of others, and watch how everything you once had is shattered by your own hands.

She stood up and looked down at him with a hint of pity in her eyes. She knew that this kind of person could not stand this kind of "pity" where their "dignity" was trampled underfoot. "After this, we have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Qi Heyao raised his head, his eyes showing a deep pain: "Why?"

Yun Qian didn't answer, but only smiled faintly, a smile as light as petals swaying in the wind, fleeting. She turned and left, her steps steady and without a trace of hesitation.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow over Qi Heyao. He sat there alone, as if the entire world had cut him off. He slowly raised his head and watched her retreating figure, his eyes filled with deep regret and reluctance. He murmured softly, "Obviously... it's mine, it should be mine..."

He was a little crazy and couldn't even notice Yun Qian's bulging belly. Or maybe, the person he really cared about was never Yun Qian.

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