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

Chapter 196 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 30

When he moved, the fabric vibrated slightly, as if the night itself was undulating, and his movements were clean and neat, yet revealing a sense of sharpness and arrogance.

His eyes were deep and cold, with the moonlight reflected in them, but it seemed that not a trace of emotion could be seen. Only Yun Qian's stubbornness and coldness could cause a momentary ripple in his eyes.

When he held Yun Qian in his arms, the cool touch of the fabric came through her thin shawl, with a faint scent of herbs, which was vaguely elusive - like the forbearance commonly seen on the battlefield, and a hint of tenderness that had never been revealed.

"Don't move." He whispered, his tone cold but with an irresistible sense of protection.

Yun Qian knew that if she left at this point, the consequences would be disastrous. If she wanted to play the game herself, she couldn't trust her life and property to a man. Regardless of whether Qi Jueyu would let her go, Queen Yun wouldn't let her go. She couldn't leave.

"Let me go back." She said coldly.

"Forget about it." Qi Jueyu still held her in his arms, without even looking at her, he walked forward without stopping, sneaking out of the palace with a clear goal.

Yun Qian narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Qi Jueyu, do you know that your current behavior will harm me?"

"I only know," Qi Jueyu smiled coldly and glanced at her sideways, "If I let you stay in that place any longer, the one who will really hurt you will be someone else."

Before he finished speaking, the fire in the distance gradually approached. The guards had obviously noticed something was wrong and were chasing them in their direction. Yun Qian suddenly had an idea and suddenly took advantage of Qi Jueyu's unpreparedness. She used her strength to break free from his grip, tapped her toes, and flew onto a low wall.

"No one can force me to do anything I don't want to do." She turned around and sneered, with a hint of disdain and sarcasm in her tone.

Qi Jueyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he lowered his voice: "Going back is to wait to marry Qi Heyao."

Having said this, Yun Qian's cold expression finally relaxed a little. She turned her head away, and when she turned back, her watery eyes had a hint of sincerity and crystal clearness, and grief was reflected in her eyes.

"My good mage, you knew long ago that there was something wrong with the incense in that room, right?"

Qi Jueyu's expression remained unchanged. He just looked at her deeply without saying a word.

Seeing this, Yun Qian chuckled, "Oh, it's my fault for being stupid. I should have known what kind of people you are earlier."

“Qi Jueyu, since you have abandoned me, why bother to say anything here, come and save my joke.”

Yun Qian raised her lips and said this, with obvious disgust in her eyes. She should have figured it out earlier. How could Qi Jueyu not know that he had connections in Qianqiu Temple and he just wanted to lure her into a trap. As for her, in his heart, what was she? He was a cold-blooded and heartless man after all.

"Marrying Qi Heyao is nothing. It's just to get everything back on track." Yun Qian chuckled, but her smile was as cold as ice. She looked up at Qi Jueyu, her tone adding a hint of teasing, "In the future, not only will I marry him, I will also live in the East Palace and be with him day and night."

She paused, her eyes slashing across Qi Jueyu's face like a knife. "Perhaps in a few years, you will still be able to see my offspring inherit the throne. By then, whether Qi Heyaoshun is still around or not, I will firmly sit on the throne."

Yun Qian said, as if deliberately emphasizing her tone, revealing a faint smile, "Perhaps then, I will naturally forgive the Master. The Master does not need to worry about me. Even if Yun Qian is not good enough, she will not be unable to get married. Besides, isn't my husband your half-brother? Since we are already similar, what difference does it make who I marry?"

She changed the subject, a hint of disdain appeared between her brows, and she slowly retracted her gaze, "Qi Jueyu... since you abandoned me in the first place, why bother pretending to be a hero saving the beauty now? Are you afraid that I will live too well, or that it will be too late to regret?" After she finished speaking, Yun Qian didn't look at his expression again. She fluttered her sleeves and jumped off the wall lightly. She was about to go back, but was quickly stopped by Qi Jueyu.

The two of them exchanged glances, and Yun Qian unexpectedly saw a hint of nearly uncontrollable anger in Qi Jueyu's eyes. A hint of vulnerability appeared between Yun Qian's brows. "My good mage, do you really have to stop me?"

Before she finished her words, she suddenly attacked, her body as light as a swimming dragon, each move fierce yet with a hint of probing. Qi Jueyu frowned, dodging her attack with his side, and grabbed her wrist with his backhand. He pulled her close with a strong force, clamping her left hand and preventing her from moving.

The two looked at each other, each with their own thoughts. "You know martial arts?" Qi Jueyu whispered, his tone filled with surprise. There was so much about Yun Qian that he had never known. The frail noblewoman was fake, so did he still take those words from the past seriously?

At the moment when Qi Jueyu was stunned, Yun Qian raised his right hand and slapped him on the chest without saying anything.

Yun Qian didn't reply. She spun again, her clothes fluttering as she landed, and she tapped her toes as she attacked his side. Qi Jueyu quickly retreated, unwilling to retaliate, only looking for an opportunity to subdue her while on the defensive.

The coldness in Yun Qian's eyes grew thicker: "If I can't go back, I will lose everything."

"So what?" Qi Jueyu was stunned for a rare moment, then sneered, his eyes flashing with complexity, "Things lost are not worth cherishing."

Despite his words, he always left room for maneuver between his movements. Every time he approached, he deliberately weakened the force of his moves. But Yun Qian's attack became more and more fierce. His sleeves fluttered, and he was clearly murderous, but there was no deadly intention.

Qi Jueyu gradually became aware of the extraordinary nature of her martial arts. Her movements were as lithe as a swallow, and her techniques hinted at the fierce techniques of the palace's secrets. It was difficult for him to reconcile the woman before him with the aristocratic woman he remembered, pampered in seclusion. But he couldn't help but smile. Perhaps he already knew that Yun Qian wasn't as simple as she appeared.

Yun Qian ignored his words, her eyes sharp, waiting for an opportunity to strike his shoulder with a palm, but when he dodged sideways, she used the force to leap up and rushed towards the palace.

Qi Jueyu's eyes darkened, a trace of struggle and pain flashed across his eyes, but he didn't want to chase anymore.

"Are you so eager to go back and die?" His voice was low, with a hint of anger.

Yun Qian had already walked a distance away. Hearing this, she silently replied in her heart, "This isn't about sending myself to death, but leaving a glimmer of hope. As long as I don't want to, I won't die easily no matter what. Besides, this drama is just about to begin."

Qi Jueyu, you lied to me, and I will make you pay me back sooner or later.

Suddenly, the fire in the distance got closer, and the guards' shouts were faintly heard: "There's someone over there! Chase them!"

Yun Qian's eyes turned cold, and without hesitation, she tiptoed up and jumped over the eaves, hiding her figure and putting distance between herself and him again.