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

Chapter 209 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 43

The Buddhist temple on the shores of Xishan Pond stands solemnly in a tranquil forest. Within the main hall, the golden Buddha statue gleams, as if watching over the past and future of all living beings.

Yun Qian, dressed in plain clothes, slowly entered the main hall, followed by another person in a similarly plain robe. She briefly explained her purpose to the abbot and was allowed to enter the Sutra Library alone.

The door to the Sutra Repository slowly opened before her. Silence reigned within, the only light emanating from the stacked scrolls on the wooden shelves and the dim glow of the eternal lamp on the altar. Yun Qian suppressed her nervousness, quickly walked to the altar, and pulled a small jade tablet from her sleeve. This was the token of the blood pact signed by Queen Yun, and the key object the system had guided her to.

Yun Qian was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then looked up at Qi Jueyu. Her gaze was cold, yet it couldn't hide a hint of shock. Raindrops trickled down her temples, blurring her expression but unable to conceal the complex emotions in her eyes.

"What do you want to say?" Her voice was still cold, but with a hint of inquiry, as if she wanted to catch a hint of truth from his tone.

Qi Jueyu looked at her, his eyes darkening slightly, and he paused turning the Buddhist beads in his hand. He seemed to be lost in thought, as if suppressing some emotion. After a long pause, he whispered, "Yun Qian, it's not that I don't want to come back, but..." His voice paused, a hint of subtle self-mockery in it. "That's all. If you don't believe me, even if I explain a thousand times, it's useless."

Yun Qian's heart trembled, but she quickly suppressed her emotions and sneered, "It's your own ambition that's holding you back, not others." Her tone was merciless, and her eyes were filled with obvious alienation and sarcasm. "Qi Jueyu, do you think a few words like this can shake me?"

Qi Jueyu looked up, his deep eyes locked on her through the rain, as if he could see through her. He slowly stepped forward, his tall figure, the rain dripping down his black clothes, bringing a sense of oppression. "Yun Qian, if it's really as you say, why would I come here in person?"

Yun Qian gritted her teeth and stared at him intently: "You are here to arrest me."

Qi Jueyu didn't deny it immediately, but raised the corner of his mouth faintly: "What if I say that I am here to save you?"

"I don't need you to save me. If you really wanted to, you wouldn't be unaware of what I was going to do. Why would you try to stop me?"

Yun Qian looked at him suspiciously, hoping to find some clues in his expression, but he remained calm. "The person you want to save happens to be someone I dislike."

"what do you mean?"

The man's deep eyes glued to her body, and he raised his lips coldly, "You are going to the West Mountain Pool. Didn't you know it a long time ago?"

Yun Qian immediately raised a pair of vigilant eyes, as if wondering what he intended to do, but the next moment, the man stood up and sat next to her very naturally.

The carriage was extremely spacious. Autumn and winter had arrived, and it was covered with soft fluffy blankets. Although the atmosphere was extremely tense, it did not seem to prevent this Buddhist disciple, who was supposed to be resting in peace, from putting his hand on Yun Qian's hair.

He chuckled, "What you want to know is right in front of you, why not ask?"

Yun Qian turned her head to look at him, and undoubtedly, she saw lust in those cold eyes.

"You are obsessed with the future Crown Princess. You deserve to be killed."

She attacked suddenly, and her one-hit-killing posture made her stand proudly above the peaks like a cold blade unsheathed. The man did not restrain his slightly playful expression, and raised his hand that was not twirling the Buddhist beads to block. The two of them fought back and forth, and it was a fierce fight.

At the very end, Qi Jueyu leaned very close to Yun Qian's cheek and said, "I've done a lot of damn things, girl. If you really wanted to kill me, you should have used the poison needle in your sleeve."

After she finished speaking, the man held up the sachet that she had hidden in her sleeve and spoke lightly, as if he was teaching her something unimportant. Yun Qian froze for a moment.

We were fighting fiercely just now, but I never thought this guy would touch this place.

"Give it back."

She spoke gloomily, feeling quite dejected.

"You still owe me lunch."

Yun Qian's eyes widened as he finished speaking. Did he even know what he was talking about? Who owed whom?

As if he knew what she was going to say, Qi Jueyu smiled, grabbed one of her white hands and played with it for a while.

The man's hands were warm and powerful, and his whole body was burning with energy and blood, which was beyond her reach. So, she and Qi Jueyu reached a common understanding: she ordered her accompanying team to remain in secrecy and not to return to report the news.

Yun Qian was like this, and so was Qi Jueyu. The two groups, who had just drawn their swords against each other, now walked together in a rather awkward yet coordinated manner until they reached their common destination - the shores of Xishan Pond.

On the way, Qi Jueyu did not go out, but sat calmly in her carriage. Yun Qian did not argue with him about this, but just leaned quietly beside him, closing her eyes and resting.

Yun Qian instinctively wanted to place her hand on her stomach, but then paused for a moment as she realized something, then rested her hand on her leg again. She didn't know why, but she felt like a thorn in her back, as if someone was staring at her, the torment piercing her like needles. Finally, as if unable to bear it any longer, she opened her eyes and stared straight at the man sitting opposite her.

Unfortunately, Qi Jueyu was also like this. He seemed to have no intention of hiding his straightforwardness. Or perhaps, he didn't think there was anything wrong with staring at Yun Qian. After all, they were both...

"Could you please stop staring at me?"

"Ah."

"It seems... not quite. You seem to be sleeping restlessly. What's the reason? I can take your pulse and see."

Qi Jueyu's words were spoken in a natural and awkward manner, making it hard to imagine how... arrogant he was just now. He kept saying, "Yun Qian, do you want to die?"

Then he would hit her at every turn.

After hearing what he said, Yun Qian burst into laughter, and the desire to tease him was rekindled, just like before.

"Master, I haven't been able to sleep peacefully these past few days. Without you by my side... I can't sleep alone."

As Yun Qian spoke, she sat down next to Qi Jueyu very appropriately, and gently placed her hand on his sleeve. Qi Jueyu couldn't bear to look at her. He knew very well that she was a girl who loved to play tricks on people, but he still couldn't help but worry about her.

Qi Jueyu kept scolding himself for being sick. Now, she wanted to tease him again. Qi Jueyu, are you satisfied now?

But he also knew that Yun Qian walked towards him step by step, looking at him, with her eyes only on him. The appearance of a heart that only cared about him was so fascinating to him that he wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her deceitful mouth until she could no longer speak.

It's simply hopeless.