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

Chapter 261 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 95

A month had passed when Yun Qian heard the news that Qi Heyao had been deposed from the throne. Queen Yun acted quickly and hastily on this matter. She seemed eager to accomplish something. Yun Qian did not participate in the key part, but she probably knew that some kind of agreement had been reached between Qi Jueyu and Yun Piao.

The hall's golden ceiling gleamed, and ritual music played all around, heralding a grand change of dynasty. Yun Piao, draped in imperial robes, her features radiant with dignity. Her gaze slowly swept over the court's civil and military officials, a steady yet piercing gaze that frightened anyone. The imperial seal in the hall's center was solemnly presented. As Yun Piao's hand caressed it, it finally returned to its proper place, becoming the symbol of the new emperor.

The war in the north had subsided, and the rebellious Wang army had finally surrendered, supporting Yun Piao's ascension to the throne. They then united various factions and submitted a petition, bluntly requesting the removal of Qi Heyao from his position as crown prince. The petition's list of crimes was legitimate, accusing Qi Heyao of failing to stabilize the government and even exacerbating the northern conflict, making him unfit to remain crown prince. Yun Piao didn't issue an immediate decree, but a cold glint in her eyes betrayed her resolve.

Meanwhile, Yun Piao and Qi Jueyu secretly reached a subtle agreement. Qi Jueyu did not take this opportunity to seize the throne, but instead proposed that as long as he could obtain the right to protect Yun Qian, he would fully assist Yun Piao in consolidating the imperial power.

Yun Piao's only worry was the Yun family's future. She didn't expect that God would send her such a good helper...

She knew very well that the man in front of her should not be underestimated. Moreover, she could use the man's identity as a Buddhist to help clear her name. His support could clear many of her worries. In the end, the two sides hit it off.

Yun Qian was overwhelmed with mixed emotions when she heard the news in the inner hall. Qi Heyao's dismissal was exactly what she expected, but when it actually happened, she still felt a mixture of complexities and relief.

The fate of her previous life was truly rewritten here. There were only seven days left before the three-month deadline, and before then, she couldn't get her aunt to issue the decree of divorce. However, before she had time to think deeply, Chun Xi summoned her outside the palace, saying that someone wanted to see her.

Qi Jueyu, dressed in a simple white robe, stood outside the hall. His sleeves fluttered slightly, but his expression was extremely solemn. His gaze lingered on Yun Qian for a moment, with a subtle tenderness in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"There are some things I want to tell you in person." Qi Jueyu whispered. His tone was gentle, but it carried a certain irresistible power.

The two of them came to the side hall. Yun Qian looked at Qi Jueyu's profile and vaguely sensed an indescribable heaviness in his expression.

"You know, what happened back then involved more than just He Yao and me." Qi Jueyu's voice was low and a little tired. "I never told you that my mother didn't die when the North was destroyed. She was secretly rescued after she found out she was pregnant. But while on the run, she was about to give birth, so she had to hide in a remote temple. There, she gave birth to me."

Yun Qian was stunned. She looked at Qi Jueyu with shock, but saw that his gaze was fixed outside the window, as if he was lost in some distant memories.

"I grew up in a Buddhist temple. Everyone told me that I was just an abandoned child with a miserable life and a hopeless fate. My mother passed away after giving birth to me. I don't even know what she looked like." Qi Jueyu laughed softly, with a hint of self-mockery in his smile.

He continued, "Later, the royal family sent a banished prince to Qianqiu Temple to recuperate. That prince was He Yao. I was about the same age as him, and because of our similar appearance, I was often mistaken for him by outsiders. But fate played a trick on me and made me discover my true identity."

Yun Qian's heartbeat quickened, and she whispered, "So, you are... the prince?"

Qi Jueyu turned his gaze towards her, his expression more complex. "Yes, I am a descendant of the northern royal family, but I am also a blood relative of the royal family."

A hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed: "I thought you would have guessed it earlier, but I never thought of involving you in my plan, let alone mentioning this to you today."

Yun Qian listened to him slowly recount his past, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her: shock and a faint sense of regret. She looked at the man before her, wondering what kind of loneliness and struggle lay hidden behind his strength and depth.

"What do you want me to understand by telling me this?" Yun Qian calmed himself down and looked up at him.

"I just hope you understand that no matter how entangled these power struggles are, from now on, the only thing I want to protect is you and our child." Qi Jueyu's eyes locked deeply with her, his voice was not loud, but it carried a power that went straight to the heart.

At this moment, Yun Qian saw unprecedented sincerity and affection in his eyes. In the past, he always suppressed his emotions, and his calm face showed no sadness or joy. Seeing a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, Yun Qian leaned over and kissed him, as if rewarding a good boy.

"Why are you still unwilling to divorce Qi Heyao?" In just a moment, Yun Qian was frozen by this question.

"Half a month. I'll only give you another half a month. If you haven't divorced him by then, I'll go and snatch him away myself."

Looking at him, Yun Qian burst into laughter. "Okay. I won't keep you waiting any longer. Seven days, give me another seven days, okay?"

At this moment, his eyes softened, and his tone took on a hint of helpless doting. "Let alone seven days, I'll wait for a lifetime. I just hope you, girl, stop teasing me."

Yun Qian smiled slightly, the light in her eyes becoming more and more crystal clear. She understood that Qi Jueyu's feelings for her were a kind of persistence and protection that needed no words.

"I'll wait for you, but there are some things I don't want to wait for anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed the back of her head, his movements without hesitation. His palm was warm, firmly holding her slightly struggling movements. Yun Qian was startled, and the next moment he was close to her, and his hot breath swept over her instantly.

His kiss came without warning, powerful and aggressive, yet also filled with endless tenderness. His lips pressed against hers, the burning sensation causing Yun Qian's mind to go blank. She tried to break free, but found her strength was so insignificant under his control.

Qi Jueyu's breath was fiery and deep. His kiss wasn't as restrained as usual, but instead carried a long-suppressed emotion, as if this moment was his way of asserting his sovereignty. His fingers gently pressed against her hairline, as if he was afraid to hurt her, yet he didn't want to let her go.

Yun Qian was breathless under his kiss, her heart pounding wildly. Her eyes were wide open with a hint of tears, but when she met his affectionate gaze, she gradually lost her resistance.

After a long time, he finally let her go, rested his forehead against hers, and whispered in a low voice with a hint of hoarseness: "Qianqian, don't leave me again."

Yun Qian stared at his face, which was so close to her, her cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen. She opened her mouth, as if about to say something, but his gaze held her tongue.

Her heart was like a pond stirred by him, unable to calm down again. And those affectionate eyes seemed to silently tell her that all her struggles and retreats could not change his determination.