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

Chapter 194 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 28

"Qian'er, have you forgotten that everyone's destiny has been written at the very beginning?"

When Yun Qian heard this, he was shocked and fell into deep thought.

She thought she understood. What made Queen Yun so confident was not anything else, but the power of the palm lines and the deduction of the Heavenly Master.

Why did it take so many years for Queen Yun to uncover the truth? What was the reason that forced her to finally face the truth of this history?

Yun Qian raised her eyes, her gaze as clear as water, and listened quietly to Yun Hou's words.

"The Imperial Master controls destiny, knows the past, and can glimpse the future. He is the lucky star of our Great Qi. The divine power passed down from generation to generation cannot even be manipulated by me at will. For these years, the Imperial Master has been stationed outside and only returned to the capital a while ago."

Yun Qian thought she understood. Qi Jueyu's identity was probably unchangeable, although she always felt that there was something fishy about it. If it were her, she would not pick on a child to avenge her mother... Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor.

Of course, this is just her position, and it doesn't mean that all people in power will do the same.

She couldn't deny that the easiest way to destroy a mother was to take control of her child. Qi Jueyu... would you really do this?

After the Queen left, Yun Qian looked at her large, majestic gown and could see a hint of hunchback. Despite this, Yun Qian still didn't believe it. She didn't trust the lines on her palms; she trusted herself and the strength of her clenched fists.

The words of Queen Yun were still echoing in her mind, making her unable to recover for a long time.

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"That evil creature holds a grudge not only against me but also against my child!"

Yun Qian was speechless and just listened quietly.

The face of the Queen of Clouds kept appearing in her mind. "Qian'er, do you know why the Imperial Master was willing to personally investigate this matter? Because he witnessed a dream, an omen. He said... if Qi Jueyu came to power, the world would be overthrown. Even if he hadn't killed Nannan, his existence was destined to bring disaster."

"Omen..." Yun Qian repeated in a low voice, feeling even more uneasy.

When Queen Yun left for the last time, she told her not to hesitate any longer and to treat all her previous plans and arrangements as a dream.

"I hope these three months haven't been enough to make you lose your mind for a man." Oh, Queen Yun sneered, "Not to mention, he's the one who killed your cousin!"

Yun Qian stood still, the chill wind from the palace gates gently brushing her cheeks through the cracks. The Queen's departing figure was imposing and resolute, yet there was a hint of fatigue she had never seen before. At that moment, Yun Qian felt as if the entire world was shrouded in mist, unable to discern her direction or see the distance.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but the Queen's words still lingered in her mind:

"If Qi Jueyu takes power, heaven and earth will fall."

"Fate..." Yun Qian murmured, gently spreading her palm and examining the lines on it. She wasn't a believer in destiny, but the Queen's assurance, the Imperial Master's premonitions, and the hidden entanglements of the distant past compelled her to ponder, to doubt, to try to see through everything.

Her thoughts were like wild horses running wild—

Yun Qian stood in the palace, clutching a piece of white silk in her hand, her fingertips tinging with tension. Outside, a desolate scene shone through the hallway. The wind blew dead leaves through the corridor, bringing with it a low whimpering sound that seemed to speak of the loneliness and uncertainty within the deep palace.

The red beams of the hall's ceiling were carved with delicate coiled dragon patterns. The gold lacquer had dimmed slightly due to age, but it still exuded a subtle sense of majesty. The gauze curtains hung low, and milky white light filtered through the carved window lattices, reflecting on Yun Qian's face, adding a touch of aloofness and coldness to her already delicate features.

She wore a smoky-blue palace dress, the collar and cuffs inlaid with delicate silver threads, which shimmered subtly in the light. Her hair was tied high in a bun, and a gold hairpin with kingfisher feathers trembled gently with her breathing, as if silently expressing her inner turmoil. The pearl earrings dangling from her ears swayed slightly, like ripples on a lake, drawing the eye in.

She lowered her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes casting a shadow, completely obscuring the emotion within. After a moment, she slowly raised her head, her gaze as cold as water, as if she knew everything, yet said nothing.

Chun Xi, the maid behind her, quietly approached and handed her a cup of warm tea. She said nothing, only gently taking it. The warmth from the porcelain cup passed through her slender fingertips into her palm, as if to bring back her lost thoughts.

After a long moment, she finally turned around, peering through the veil outside the hall. Though not tall, her figure loomed as immovable as a mountain. Her scarf billowed in the wind, her sash fluttering. Her gaze was as resolute as the cold stars of early winter.

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Elsewhere, the Queen returned to her chambers, her heart aching. She took up her pen and wrote, her delicate brushstrokes etched lines of profound ink on the rice paper as the light flickered. She wrote quickly, her emotions hidden, each stroke imbued with an undeniable authority.

"He Yao, come back quickly."

Those few words were enough to convey the urgency of the situation. She looked at those few words with a deep gaze, as if she were piercing through the words and grasping the more complex chess game. Then, she carefully placed the envelope and handed it to her trusted confidant at her side. "Deliver it to the Crown Prince personally. There's no time to waste."

The attendant respectfully accepted the order and withdrew. Queen Yun stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes sweeping over the others standing in the hall. "Have the people you've arranged arrived at Qianqiu Temple?"

"We've arrived," a courtier reported. "The temple is completely surrounded, and no one can get out. But Qi Jueyu...is nowhere to be seen."

Queen Yun frowned, anger rising in her heart. She sneered, "It's just a temple, and he got away with it so cleanly? You bunch of mediocre people, can't you even take down a temple?"

She had planned this all along, and had Yun Qian tied up and brought back so that Qi Jueyu wouldn't have any chance of finding any of her weaknesses. However, she didn't expect that he had already left. He had used a really good trick to escape, and not only had he fooled her niece, he had fooled her as well.

The courtier lowered his head, not daring to answer, as Queen Yun continued to command, "Seal off all roads leading down the mountain and strictly check all passersby. I want to see where he can hide!"

As the night deepened, Qianqiu Temple was completely silent, with only the occasional sound of wind sweeping through the mountains. The besiegers had already searched everywhere, corners of the walls, the scripture library, the meditation rooms, and even uncovered the Buddha statues, but there was still no sign of Qi Jueyu.

"Your Highness!" A guard came running over, his expression tense. "We've discovered...a secret underground passage in the west room of Qianqiu Temple."

Yun Hou's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she didn't show surprise, as if she had expected it. She asked coldly, "Are you taking the initiative?"

The guard didn't dare to delay, "Your Highness, no, we dare not act rashly, we are just waiting for your order!"

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