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

Chapter 238 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 72

Yun Qian frowned upon hearing the voice, his eyes darkened slightly, and he turned around and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried a calm, commanding presence. Qi Heyao was also startled by the commotion outside, his brows furrowed slightly. He turned to look at Yun Qian, patted her hand soothingly, and said softly, "It's okay. I'll go out and see."

After saying this, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and then opened the car curtain and stepped out into the howling snow. The cold wind from outside rushed in instantly, hitting his face with snow particles, biting him to the bone. Qi Heyao narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "What's going on?"

Yun Qian didn't stop him. She had a vague feeling of foreboding. A faint commotion emanated from outside the carriage, a mix of horses neighing and soldiers shouting. Yun Qian sat inside the carriage, her gaze lightly sweeping across the drawn curtain. A blurry figure in the snow and wind caught her eye, causing the furrow between her brows to deepen.

After a while, someone started shouting and cursing in front of the procession of carriages and horses. The sound was very loud, as if he was coming from an extraordinary place.

"System, do you know who is coming?"

Almost in the next moment, the small system changed its shape and now it was in her palm, a small body moving. "It seems to be a group of people who know witchcraft. I don't have too much detailed information here, but they should be fine."

Yun Qian's frown relaxed a little, and she felt relieved. They might be refugees from the drought in the north. There were so many of them and they had lost their homes, so they were forced to leave. It was quite pitiful.

But it must not be that easy for them to find this snowy place.

On the other side, Qi Heyao stood still in the wind and snow, his sharp eyes sweeping across the chaotic crowd in front of him.

The clamor gradually died down, and a figure slowly emerged from the procession. Leading the group was a tall, eerie-looking man. Most of his face was hidden beneath a layer of black veil, revealing only his dark, deep eyes. Through the veil, the wrinkles and mottled scars on his face could be vaguely seen, making one's heart tighten and a sense of wariness arise.

He walked slowly up to Qi Heyao and said in a cold and hoarse voice, "Your Highness, we are just a group of refugees who have drifted here. We have no intention of offending you. But in this icy and snowy place, we are at the end of our rope and only ask for a place to stay." His voice was low, but carried an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Qi Heyao narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning his men. Each of them had a stern expression, and though their clothes were worn, they exuded a certain aura of formidable authority. His mind raced, and he vaguely sensed that these were no ordinary refugees. However, their intentions were… elusive. He didn't respond immediately, but instead asked in a cold voice, "Where are you from? And why are you here?"

The man didn't answer directly. He simply bowed his head and said, "This isn't a place to stay for long. Your Highness, please forgive our rudeness. If you would allow us to accompany the team, we would be happy to serve you once Your Highness is settled."

Qi Heyao pondered for a moment, a barely perceptible smile flickering across his lips. Then, he nodded calmly and said, "If that's the case, I'll take you in. However, if you make any untoward moves, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The man leaned forward again and replied respectfully, "Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness."

Yun Qian never went out rashly from beginning to end. She listened carefully to the movements outside and could roughly sense that someone had joined the team.

The doubts in her heart did not dissipate, and she unconsciously tapped the small table again with her fingers...

At midnight, the convoy finally stopped at a government post station. The wind and snow hadn't stopped, but the gentler terrain had softened slightly. Lanterns outside the post station swayed in the wind, their dim light reflecting off the snow, creating a desolate and desolate scene.

Qi Heyao had already dismounted and was standing at the entrance to the post station, arranging personnel. Though a hint of fatigue still crossed his brow, his words remained steady and forceful. As the wind and snow lashed his face, he subconsciously turned to the side, glancing at the slowly stopping carriage.

The moment the carriage curtain opened, a gust of cold wind blew in, carrying with it the faint scent of sandalwood. Yun Qian finally appeared before everyone. She was draped in a snow-white fox fur coat, its hems fluttering in the chill wind. Her face, shadowed by the lights of the post station, resembled a white plum blossom blooming amidst the ice and snow. She slowly descended the steps, her steps steady and composed, her expression a calm and composed expression.

Snowflakes landed on her shoulders, but quickly melted into water droplets, sliding down her fur. She looked around, her gaze lingering for a moment between Qi Heyao and the group of uninvited guests. Her expression wasn't panic, but there was a hint of inquiry in the depths of her eyes.

The moment she appeared, the man leading the group of "refugees" suddenly looked up. He had been standing aside with his head lowered, appearing humble and harmless, but Yun Qian's appearance suddenly changed his expression. Even with most of his face covered by a black veil, the sharp and strange look in his eyes was still clearly visible.

He stared at Yun Qian, his gaze slowly moving down from her face to finally rest on her abdomen. That kind of exploration made people uncomfortable.

Yun Qian sensed his gaze, and alarm bells rang again, but she remained calm, quietly closing the collar of her fox fur coat slightly. Then, she casually looked away, as if she hadn't noticed the other person's piercing gaze at all.

Qi Heyao witnessed this scene, his brow furrowing slightly. He keenly caught the inexplicable meaning in the man's gaze, a look of inquiry, yet also of confirmation. This feeling sent a chill through Qi Heyao's heart, and his hand unconsciously tightened around the sword at his waist.

"Your Highness, it's too windy outside. Let's talk inside." Yun Qian's voice was soft and cold, a touch distant yet polite. She stood in the snow, lowering her eyes to glance at Qi Heyao, as if urging him not to linger in the cold wind for too long.

Qi Heyao came to his senses and nodded gently, but he couldn't help but glance at the leader of the group. The latter had lowered his head and whispered something to his men, as if the previous glance was just an illusion. But a trace of doubt had already been quietly buried in Qi Heyao's heart.

When she stepped into the post station, Yun Qian's figure slowly disappeared in the light and shadow of the lights and wind and snow, but her back was still upright and cold, as if she would not be easily shaken even if she was in the storm.

Behind her, the whispers of the group of people outside the post station mixed with the wind and snow, coming faintly, like a faint undercurrent surging in the winter night.

She could feel that this person had an extraordinary background and was probably not a good person. Not only her, but Qi Heyao must have noticed it as well.

Once she is sure that these people are going to harm her, she will definitely take action and kill them with one blow.

Thinking of this, Yun Qian raised his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.