12dz Chapter 233 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 67
Chapter 233 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 67
Yun Qian's expression froze slightly, then she quickly shook her head, "Aunt, Yun Qian really didn't know." A hint of desolation shone in her eyes, and her tone became increasingly sincere. "If I had known Qi Jueyu would come in person, even if I had the slightest suspicion, I would have immediately reported it to Mother. How could I have dared to conceal anything? Moreover, if this matter were to spread, wouldn't our Yun family become the target of public criticism? Although Qian'er may not be very smart, she would never do such a heartless thing."
After she finished speaking, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes, as if she was worried about being accidentally caught up in this storm.
Queen Yun stared at her for a long moment, as if pondering the truth of her words. After a moment, she slowly spoke, "Aunt believes you. Qian'er, I know you've always been clever, and I know you once had a friendship with Qi Jueyu. But now, you're He Yao's wife, and even more so, my chosen heir. In the future... the Yun Family will be led by you, and your status will be different. You can no longer do whatever you want, and you must not allow others to catch you."
Yun Qian lowered her head, her voice filled with a hint of awe: "I will remember your teachings, Queen Mother."
"Where is the letter? Is it with you?" Yun Hou suddenly asked, her tone calm but with unquestionable power.
Yun Qian was startled, then hurriedly said, "The letter is still here. Yun Qian had thought of giving it to the Queen Mother for her review after I got married, and it happened to be today when I entered the palace. I didn't expect the Queen Mother to mention it, so Yun Qian is presenting it to her now." She took out a neatly folded letter from her sleeve and handed it over with both hands, her expression respectful, with a hint of panic.
In Yun Qian's sleeve was a letter that she had just urgently asked the system to forge. It imitated Qi Jueyu's handwriting, but lacked the riddles.
Queen Yun took the letter, opened it, and glanced at it, her expression growing even colder. After a moment, she folded the letter, her eyes complicated. Those in power are always suspicious. She looked up at Yun Qian and said, "Mother will investigate this matter. Qian'er, remember, whatever you once had with Qi Jueyu, you must completely break it off."
Yun Qian nodded slightly, lowered her eyes and replied, "Qian'er understands." Her voice was as calm as ever, but revealed an unshakable firmness, as if everything had already been weighed in her mind, and she was neither anxious nor impatient.
Yun Piao stared at her niece for a moment, her eyes filled with relief, yet also with a mixture of complex emotions. She hadn't been wrong about this generation of the Yun family's daughter after all. If there was one thing that made Yun Qian different from others, it was her gaze. From beginning to end, it remained unwavering, unwavering by circumstances or emotions. It was clear-headed, reassuring, yet also unsettling.
Yun Piao sighed softly in her heart, but a trace of deep thought appeared in her eyes. Since she had chosen this path, then as her aunt, she must do more for her and open a wider path for her. If one day she really passed away, she would be able to move forward alone without fear of wind and rain.
"Qian'er," Yun Piao spoke slowly, her voice slightly low, "Since you and He Yao are already married, I intend to send He Yao to the front lines to supervise the battle and boost morale. Although the situation on the front lines is somewhat tense, it is precisely because of this that we need someone to stabilize the military... Da Qi should get to know their monarch... Are you willing?"
Yun Piao spoke calmly and steadily, but every word was like a heavy stone, hammering at Yun Qian's ears. She understood that this was a test, a temptation.
Yun Qian paused for a moment, then raised her eyes, her gaze firm and clear: "Qian'er is willing to accompany His Highness to the front line."
Her tone was crisp and clear, without a trace of hesitation. Yun Piao nodded with satisfaction, a faint smile on her face: "Okay, very good."
After a moment, she slowly added, her voice filled with a meaningful exhortation: "Qian'er, you must remember that this trip is for yourself and for your aunt. Life is difficult, you must walk steadily and go far."
Yun Qian was slightly startled, then nodded again as if understanding: "Qian'er understands."
Yun Piao smiled with satisfaction, patted Yun Qian's hand gently, and then said, "Go back to the Yun Mansion. You've been away from home for several months, almost half a year. It's inevitable that you miss it. Take this opportunity to go visit the elders and your sisters on my behalf."
Yun Qian's eyes moved slightly when he heard this, but he didn't show any strange color. He just replied softly: "Yes, Qian'er saved it."
Yun Piao watched her leave. The flickering candlelight in the room cast a shadow over her drooping brows. Her expression seemed a little tired, yet also revealed a rare sense of determination.
After years of hard work, she was confident that she had not made a mistake in choosing this niece - she was both her pride and the last work she left to the world.
At this moment, a breeze blew outside the window, and the wind chimes under the eaves made crisp sounds, as if foreshadowing some impending changes.
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Yun Qian had originally intended to go back on her own, traveling light. She'd been away from her family for ages, and it seemed like time to go back. She knew she wasn't naturally sentimental, and if Yun Piao hadn't mentioned it, she'd have rushed to the front lines impatiently.
The next morning, she got up early and began to prepare for her return. Chunxi was the one she brought from home and had been with her the entire time. She was relieved to have Yun Qian with her. "Little, uh, Crown Princess, everything has been packed."
Yun Qian was slightly startled when she heard Chun Xi address her, then smiled and turned to look at her. Yun Qian was wearing a palace dress of alternating shades of purple, the hem of which was embroidered with delicate lotus patterns. It swayed gently with her steps, like ripples.
A light silver ribbon tied around her waist, the jade pendant dangling from it jingling as she turned. A simple white jade hairpin graced her hair, a few strands of hair gently caressed by the breeze, adding a touch of casual tenderness. Her features remained clear and beautiful, but the purple dress accentuated her elegance, a perfect blend of her natural coolness and the warmth of light and shadow.
Chun Xi stood there in a daze, a box clutched in her hands, staring unblinking at her young lady—oh no, now the Crown Princess. Her mouth parted slightly, as if she were about to say something, but didn't know how. The young lady, dressed simply, exuded an indescribable elegance. The purple dress accentuated her complexion, a radiant white like snow, a sight that was impossible to look away from.
Yun Qian noticed Chun Xi's gaze, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked half-jokingly: "What? Is there something on my face?"
Chun Xi suddenly came back to her senses when she heard her voice. Her cheeks flushed red and she quickly waved her hands: "No, no! I just thought the Crown Princess looked particularly beautiful today."
As if that wasn't enough, Chun Xi tried hard to think of a line from a poem she had read before, "Qiao... her smile is charming, her eyes are longing."