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

Chapter 214 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 48

Yun Qian smiled happily while resting her head on the pillow.

"Why, are you so happy to put your icy hand on me?" Noticing her movements, Qi Jueyu slightly opened his eyes, looked down at her, and his voice was a little hoarse like an adult male.

Yun Qian raised her head, smiling with curved eyebrows and a hint of cunning in her eyes, "Yes, I like mages, and I like to stick close to them."

After she finished speaking, Yun Qian moved closer to the man next to her in a more intimate manner. Qi Jueyu did not stop her. Perhaps, this was what he meant.

When Qi Jueyu heard this, his eyes moved slightly, and the curve of his lips unconsciously rose a few degrees.

But when he touched her soft arms, Qi Jueyu frowned...

He took a rough measurement and, based solely on his subjective judgment, felt that she seemed to be thinner than before.

Too thin.

Didn't he eat well? Qi Jueyu was puzzled.

He turned around and held Yun Qian in his arms, as if he wanted to completely melt her in his arms. There was a hint of doting in his actions that he himself was not aware of.

Yun Qian was startled by his sudden action, but soon relaxed, a rare warmth rising in her heart. Held in his arms, she could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest, and the constant warmth that flowed in made her unable to resist moving closer.

"Are you still cold?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm not cold anymore," Yun Qian raised her eyes and looked at him through the dim light, a malicious smile on her lips, "but if you hold me tighter, it might be warmer."

Qi Jueyu laughed, but did not refuse. Instead, he hugged the little girl in his arms tighter. He lowered his head and his eyes fell on the top of her head. His eyes were complicated, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed softly.

He would watch her eat carefully in the future. It was the same as before in Qianqiu Temple. She didn't like vegetarian food but didn't say it, saying that everything should be simple. But when she was hungry, she would secretly go with the maid to get some food for her. With such a reversed mentality, how could she have a good appetite?

She was very different from ordinary noble ladies. She didn't seem to regard the people under her as objects to be beaten and scolded at will. Instead, she didn't want to trouble the people under her to do things for her.

It was a little different, but he liked it and it was no problem.

It was late at night, the wind and snow outside the window tapped gently on the window frame, and the two people on the bed slept in each other's arms. At this time, the turbulent weather in the capital had nothing to do with them.

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When Yun Qian returned to the capital, she had no idea that Queen Yun's condition had become even more critical. Heavy clouds obscured the sunlight, and the flickering candlelight in the chambers cast a darker, more depressing light. The air was filled with a faint scent of medicine, tinged with a hint of blood and settled dust, making one hold their breath.

Inside the hall, several imperial physicians stood on either side, heads bowed in silence. Their faces were etched with weariness, their eyes filled with complex expressions, perhaps of exhaustion, perhaps of helplessness. At this moment, all they could do was remain silent.

Yun Qian's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of forbearance flashing across her eyes, but she remained silent. She walked straight towards the bed, her sleeves brushing against the cool air, her steps steady yet tinged with a hint of urgency.

The Queen of Clouds lay on the couch, her face as pale as paper, with a hint of fatigue deep between her brows.

The once majestic woman now looked like a figure tormented by illness. Yun Qian's fingertips tightened slightly, her gaze fixed on the familiar face. A complex wave of emotions welled up within her, yet she didn't reveal a single tinge of them. She reached out to touch Yun Hou's forehead, but at that moment, she heard hurried footsteps outside the hall.

"Qianqian!"

A familiar voice rang out from the palace gate. Yun Qian turned, her eyes meeting those of the newcomer, and she froze for a moment. Qi Heyao hurried into the palace, his expression clearly filled with anxiety. His clothes were slightly disheveled, evidently having rushed over without even having time to straighten them after hearing the news.

She stared at Qi Heyao, her breath catching. It was as if time had turned back. The man before her was no longer the scheming, calculating prince she knew, but the gentle young man she remembered. He always wore a faint smile, softly called her "Qianqian," and told her some irrelevant jokes.

"Qianqian, when I ascend to a high position in the future, I will fight for a phoenix crown for you."

That once light-hearted joke now seemed to carry a tremendous weight. Yun Qian stood there, his expression dark and unclear. The person before him was no longer the same person.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince." Yun Qian lowered her head and bowed. Qi Heyao, who was originally in a hurry, stopped instantly. Looking at Yun Qian like this, he always felt a little strange.

Qi Heyao opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but remained silent. He stared at her lowered head. Even though they were so close, he felt like there was a cloud between them. A complex emotion surged in his chest, and in the end, he only whispered, "Qianqian, you're back."

In the hall, only the faint sounds of breathing and the flicker of candlelight remained. Qi Heyao had many questions, such as what had happened on the way and why none of the letters he had sent had been sent back. But he also knew that Yun Qian had only been gone for four days, which wasn't a long time at all.

Qi Jueyu was not by her side at the moment. His identity was not yet suitable for public disclosure, so he could only remain in the dark and allow Yun Qian to enter the palace alone.

Yun Qian ignored Qi Heyao, as if he were just air. Her gaze returned to the couch, and she slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, yet firmly, she touched Yun Hou's forehead. The touch was icy cold, like a sharp blade silently slicing through her heart, causing her breath to pause for a moment.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the bitterness and sadness in her chest. She couldn't panic, and she couldn't let anyone notice her panic.

"Come, get some hot water," she whispered softly, her voice low yet undeniably powerful, like a calm yet bottomless lake. The attendants in the palace, even with their hands and feet shivering, dared not delay and quickly withdrew.

She raised her eyes and looked around. The atmosphere in the hall was still oppressive. Everyone held their breath. Even Qi Heyao fell silent and just watched her movements.

After all, this is her battlefield alone.

Yun Qian lowered her eyes and pulled out a lustrous Dzi bead from her bosom. Its smooth, round surface glowed with a faint yellow light in the candlelight. Her hand tightened slightly, her fingertips feeling a little cold, but she quickly relaxed.

When the Dzi bead fell into her palm, the warm touch seemed to bring her some peace of mind.

This was something Qi Jueyu had given her. She knew its importance, and she was also aware of the manipulations that had been done to it. Now, all of that had been silently undone by Qi Jueyu. Her eyes darkened slightly as she gazed deeply at the Dzi bead. Finally, she raised her head and carefully placed it in Yunhou's palm.