newbobooks Chapter 252 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 86
Chapter 252 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 86
Yun Qian was forced into the carriage, and the small space inside suddenly seemed even more cramped. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and she still held the short blade tightly, the sharp tip pressing against Qi Jueyu's shoulder. She looked at him coldly, "Qi Jueyu, don't force me."
Her voice was cold, with a deliberately suppressed calmness, but the slightly trembling ending still betrayed her inner feelings.
Qi Jueyu lowered his head slightly, his gaze like an impenetrable net, trapping her completely. He approached silently, his eyes as deep as the ocean, concealing some unfathomable emotions. "I forced you? Yun Qian, you were the one who forced me from the beginning."
His voice was soft, but it was like a dull hammer, striking Yun Qian's heart. Her short blade was still pointed at him, the cold light on the blade reflecting the man's distinct outline, but he seemed oblivious, even a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "Crown Princess, is your knife aimed at me or yourself? Do you think I'm afraid of this?"
When you got married that day, I was treated much more cruelly than you.
Yun Qian gripped the short blade tightly, the tip trembling slightly in her palm. She raised her eyes to meet his, trying to find a flaw in those eyes, as black as night. However, all she saw was her own reflection—alone and helpless, with no way out.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm her voice: "I am still the Crown Princess of Da Qi. You can't hurt me."
Qi Jueyu smiled softly, his smile low and cold, like a winter wind blowing past his ears: "Hurt you? Yun Qian, who do you think I am? You are mine, how could I bear to hurt you?"
His words were light and casual, but they cut Yun Qian's heart like a blunt knife. She wanted to retort, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak.
Qi Jueyu suddenly leaned forward, moving closer. His breath was hot, brushing distinctly against her ear. His eyes were as dark as the vortex of the night, hiding pain and anger. "But what about you? Yun Qian, you've hurt me time and time again, but have you ever hesitated for even a moment?"
Yun Qian's heart trembled, the short blade in her hand trembling slightly. She didn't want to soften her heart, but she couldn't ignore the pain hidden in his eyes. His eyes were so intense, as if burning with fire, and filled with an undeniable sadness that she was temporarily afraid to look directly at him.
"Qi Jueyu, you and I are on different sides." She whispered, her tone still cold, but with less confidence. "I never thought of hurting you, but if you insist on forcing me—"
Before she could finish her words, she felt her wrist tighten, the short blade being held by Qi Jueyu. His strength wasn't great, but it completely immobilized her. He lowered his head slightly, looking into her eyes, his tone tinged with suppressed pain. "Yun Qian, do you really think this is just a matter of position? Or do you mean you've never cared about me?"
Yun Qian raised her eyes and met his gaze. Those deep eyes were like a bottomless black pool, swallowing her up bit by bit. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry and she couldn't utter a word.
"My dear," Qi Jueyu's voice was low and hoarse, with a bitter smile on his lips, "Is there anything else you are hiding from me?"
His gaze fell on her face, complex and burning. Yun Qian's hand, gripping the short blade, trembled slightly; she could even feel the blade's chill spreading to her fingertips. But at this moment, her hand holding the blade hesitated to move forward. In that instant, she clearly sensed a softness growing within her heart that she shouldn't have.
"It took me a lot of effort to come to see you."
Yun Qian frowned, and spoke softly and gently with a choked voice. As expected, she clearly felt the man's body suddenly stiffen.
"You really do... know how to manipulate me." The man's voice was a little hoarse, but the burning heat in his eyes remained unchanged.
"Don't interrupt me! I just asked you a question, and you haven't answered it yet."
Yun Qian's plan failed, so he came up with another one. "I don't understand what you said. You can talk about it now. After you talk about what you want, it's time to talk about me."
... "Be good and tell me what you want. I told you before that I will give it to you."
Yun Qian really felt something was amiss. She even had a vague feeling that her earlier guess might have come true. Luo Er was back, but where was his news? Luo Qi had brought it back... Yes, he might have known something.
Just when Yun Qian wanted to frown and think of a countermeasure, Qi Jueyu did not give her a chance this time. He lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.
Yun Qian frowned slightly, about to think of a solution, when she felt her jaw tighten. Qi Jueyu's slender fingers had already grasped her chin, the grip neither light nor heavy, yet with an irresistible firmness. With a slight force, he lifted her face, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"Look at me." His voice was low and cold, like an order, but also like a lament.
Yun Qian was caught off guard and met his gaze. His deep eyes, like the night sky, were filled with unspeakable emotions: pain, anger, and an obsession that left her with nowhere to hide. She subconsciously tried to look away, but he held her gaze even tighter.
"Qi Jueyu, let me go..." Yun Qian's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of struggle, but there seemed to be a hint of hesitation in her tone that she herself was not aware of.
"Let you go?" Qi Jueyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the words he uttered were like an icy blade piercing her heart. "Between you and me, there has never been the word 'let go', Yun Qian."
His breath was so close, so hot and strong that it was impossible to avoid it. Yun Qian was forced to look directly into his eyes, and the taut string in her heart suddenly trembled, as if something was collapsing, and there was no way to save it.
Her hands clenched slightly, and her fingertips even turned white from the force, but at that moment, she was unable to stab out the short blade again.
"What makes you think you're the perfect victim? Qi Jueyu, it's true you have a grudge to seek revenge, but every wrong has its perpetrator. So what's the point of sending Luo Er to kill me?"
Haha, how could Qi Jueyu not know what tricks she was up to? She was always good at this trick. No matter what, she would just turn the tables on you.
"Why, when my letter came into your hands, the words inside turned into a wordless book?"
The man smiled playfully, and the smile on the corners of his mouth contained a pampering and indulgence that he himself was not aware of.
Yun Qian was stunned for a moment, as if something was stuck in her throat, even her breathing became sluggish. She wanted to say something, but her eyes were fixed on him, and her mind went blank.
Qi Jueyu slowly leaned closer, his hair falling slightly, almost brushing her forehead. His voice lowered even further, a whisper almost mocking himself: "Does it take so much effort for you to even look me in the eye? Yun Qian, what are you afraid of?"