Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Yue Luo didn't know what her feelings for Ouyang Jing were either.

For at least the first seventeen years, she regarded him as a kind older brother.

However, the years of separation and longing had unknowingly transformed that dependence and affection into a deep-rooted love in their hearts.

She remembered the scene of their first meeting.

When I was young and playful, I sneaked out of Qishan, only to be kidnapped by a strange old man with gray hair and a sinister face.

The old man took a liking to her special physique and fed her poison every day, intending to turn her into a poison person who would only obey him.

That gaze was like someone examining a lifeless work of art, cold and eerie.

She tried to escape, but failed. In despair, she could only regret that she hadn't diligently studied martial arts in Qishan.

Later, she learned to disguise herself, secretly cooperating while enduring the excruciating pain of being bitten by poisonous creatures—fortunately, she had learned some basics of raising Gu poison in Qishan, which allowed her to barely save her life.

It was during those dark and hopeless days that she met the little pink snake who would later become inseparable from her.

She lay in wait, waiting for the opportunity to escape.

Six months later, the opportunity seemed to have arrived.

But on the very day she was about to take action, the strange old man brought a boy who looked to be about ten years old.

She proceeded with her plan and remained aloof.

The boy seemed naive, but he possessed an almost clumsy sincerity. Several times, he used his not-so-clever but witty little tricks to stop the strange old man from beating her.

She was not powerless to protect herself, but someone so purely wanted to protect her; that warmth was enough to light a glimmer of light in the cold, dark cage.

They became friends.

He told her that his name was Ouyang Jing.

"A gentleman is like jade, and his virtues are like polished jade."

This name suits him well.

She told him that he could call her "Yiyi".

He smiled and called her "Yiyi." His smile was clean and warm, and reflected in her pale green eyes, which were stained by poison, it became the only bright color in those dark years.

A month later, they joined forces and devised a plan to get rid of the strange old man.

She didn't want to go back to Qishan; it meant responsibility and constraints, and she longed for freedom.

So when Ouyang Jing invited her to go to Kyoto, she agreed without hesitation.

On their way back, they discovered a vast expanse of purple dandelion flowers.

When the wind rises, countless seeds with tiny umbrellas flutter and drift to the ends of the earth, much like her yearning for freedom.

The boy picked a dandelion for her and told her that his mother had said that if you make a wish on a purple dandelion, your wish will be carried to heaven.

Yue Luo envied the deep affection between her parents and the harmonious family atmosphere described by Ouyang Jing.

That was a warmth she had never felt in a family filled with calculations of self-interest.

Make a wish?

Pray to the ethereal gods?

She has always only trusted herself.

But looking at the smiling boy beside her, she inexplicably murmured to herself:

May you achieve your heart's desires and soar to great heights.

She saw the ambition hidden beneath his sunny exterior. This was the first time she had ever made a wish, and it was for him.

Ouyang Jing also made a wish and curiously asked her about it.

Yue Luo simply looked at him, smiling without saying a word.

However, fate did not grant her the opportunity to go to Kyoto. On their way back, they were ambushed by a deadly force targeting Ouyang Jing.

The assassin's moves were ruthless, and Yue Luo tried her best to help, even releasing a small pink snake. In the chaos, she accidentally fell off a cliff.

The good news is that there was a pool of water at the bottom of the cliff, and she survived.

The bad news was that the people from Qishan had just arrived, and the leader was none other than her cousin, the young master of Qishan—Gu Xize.

She was taken back to Qishan.

Her cousin gave her a choice: take on the duties of a saintess, or pursue her freedom.

She chose freedom.

For this freedom, she was willing to endure the corrosive effects of more poisons, and the color of her eyes changed from light green to an eerie dark green, finally achieving mastery of poison techniques.

She gave up her position as a saintess and became the Great Protector of the Crescent Moon Sect, known as "Pink Robe." Dressed in pink, she roamed the world and finally touched the free world she had longed for.

She loved pink clothes, because the little pink snake was that color, and even more so because... he liked them.

When did that friendship change? Yue Luo herself couldn't say for sure.

Perhaps it's the days and nights I miss him after we parted; perhaps it's when I'm being gnawed by countless poisons, but thinking of him makes my heart feel sweet; perhaps it's when I'm exhausted from practicing martial arts late at night, but remembering his smile fills me with strength again.

They reunited when they were seventeen.

He has grown into a handsome young general, and the trials of the battlefield have made him even more resolute and composed.

He recognized her at a glance, and she was overjoyed.

In the time that followed, she became clear about her own feelings, but she remained silent about them.

They stepped once again into a sea of ​​purple dandelions. She smiled, and he smiled back at her.

She made a wish once again, the same wish as she had ten years ago.

Later, she overheard him talking to his confidant about his affection for her, and she was overjoyed, thinking that perhaps they really would have a chance to be together.

But beautiful dreams are easily shattered.

Ouyang Jing was poisoned by a Gu poison. As time went by, the deeper her love grew, the more clearly she realized the chasm between them—he was a dragon destined to soar through the heavens, while she was a poisonous woman dwelling in the shadows of the martial world.

They were ultimately from two different worlds, destined to be together but not to stay together.

So she made a decision.

They fed him the Water of Forgetfulness and begged their cousin, Gu Xize, to remove the curse from him.

Then, she personally abandoned her identity as "Pink Robe," gave up the freedom she had gained at a great cost, returned to the Qishan Temple, and took on the duties of a saintess that she had once resisted.

Becoming a saint again means that her poison skills, which she has cultivated for more than ten years, must be completely abolished.

The process was excruciating, like having her bones and heart ripped out, but she never regretted it.

Her eyes returned to their original darkness, and she began to cultivate the Saintess Technique, preparing to spend her life guarding the cold and desolate temple and Qishan, so as to fulfill his boundless ambitions and bury her own deep and short-lived love.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside the temple window, the purple dandelions she had planted herself bloomed again, like a dream.

A maidservant chattered beside her: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince of the new dynasty is coming to Qishan and will visit the temple to pray for blessings. Would you like to receive him?"

Yue Luo gazed at the sea of ​​purple flowers, her eyes expressionless, her voice cold and clear:

"not see."

Standing outside the Qishan Temple, Ouyang Jing gazed at the fluttering purple dandelions, a strange, indescribable feeling of intimacy and excitement welling up in his heart, as if he had lost something extremely important, leaving him feeling empty.

The prayer ceremony was solemn and dignified. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the woman dressed in the distinctive dark green attire of the Qishan Holy Maiden.

She stood quietly in the hall, her dark eyes calm and still, devoid of sorrow or joy.

A strong sense of familiarity struck him.

"Holy Maiden, have you ever left Qishan?"

After the ceremony, when no one was around, he asked the question almost as if possessed.

Upon hearing this, Saintess Yue Luo's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, but she quickly regained her composure, her gaze sweeping over him indifferently, her voice without a ripple:

"Never."

"Alright. I have overstepped my bounds."

Ouyang Jing remained calm and politely took his leave, but his doubts grew stronger.

The calm depths of those eyes, like a still pool, concealed all possible stories.

He didn't believe it.

Instead of leaving Qishan immediately, he used all available resources to investigate the saintess's past.

All the clues pointed to her never having stepped out of Qishan, which only made him more certain that something was amiss.

Such a perfect record seems more like an elaborate disguise.

He thought of Gu Xize, the young master of Qishan, a man with a gentle temperament but sharp eyes.

Ouyang Jing went straight to Gu Xize and got straight to the point:

"Young Master Gu, I want to know the truth about the Holy Maiden Yue Luo."

Gu Xize toyed with the jade fan in his hand, then looked up at him with a complex expression:

"Since Your Highness has already drunk the water of forgetfulness and forgotten the past, why cling to it?"

"It is precisely because we have forgotten that we know what has been forgotten."

Ouyang Jing's eyes were sharp, filled with an undeniable determination.

"I can sense that it is of utmost importance to me. Please enlighten me, young master. I am willing to bear any cost."

Seeing the undeniable seriousness and hidden pain in Ouyang Jing's eyes, Gu Xize remained silent for a long time.

His obsession with restoring his kingdom had long since faded with time; now he would rather see his cousin achieve her wish than live a lonely life in the temple.

He finally sighed: "Is Your Highness willing to endure the pain that remembering everything might bring?"

"I can't ask for it."

Unlocking the sealed memories was no easy process. Gu Xize used a secret Qishan technique to guide the effects of the Forget-Me-Not potion away, and those long-buried scenes—their initial encounter and mutual dependence, the smiles and wishes under the purple dandelions, the thrill of fighting side by side, his heart-wrenching despair when she fell off the cliff, the excitement after their reunion, and… the resolute yet deeply hidden sorrow in her eyes when she fed him the Forget-Me-Not potion that made her choose to completely leave his life—surged in like a tidal wave, impacting his soul.

Ouyang Jing rubbed his throbbing temples and chuckled softly, his laughter tinged with annoyance, heartache, and a sense of relief at having regained what he had lost.

"What a wonderful 'never'... Yue Luo, you're really something!"

How dare you decide for him what is best, and think that forgetting him is a relief for him?

Did she know how cruel those stolen ten years were to him?

He did not leave Qishan, but instead stayed under the pretext of understanding the people's conditions and discussing cooperation with Qishan.

He began to "accidentally" meet Yue Luo.

Sometimes, on the stone steps outside the temple, he would casually recount anecdotes about Kyoto.

Sometimes, when she was inspecting the villages of Qishan, he would happen to pass by and hand her a pot of spring water.

Sometimes, he would stand by the sea of ​​purple dandelions, as if simply admiring the scenery.

Yue Luo's doubts deepened, but she maintained the aloofness and calmness befitting a saintess.

She couldn't understand why he lingered, nor could she understand why his occasional glances were so complex, as if they contained a mixture of helplessness, annoyance, and... a trace of tenderness that she dared not delve into.

“Your Highness Ouyang, the affairs of Qishan have been concluded. Your delayed return may invite criticism from the court officials.”

Finally, during another "chance encounter," Yue Luo couldn't help but speak, her tone deliberately respectful.

Ouyang Jing looked at her tense profile and suddenly smiled, a hint of mockery in his eyes:

"I am waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for a coward to see if he dares to face the person she pushed away, and whether he dares to admit that the wish he made under the purple dandelion back then actually had a deeper meaning."

Yue Luo suddenly looked up, meeting his deep, star-like eyes, where her panic was clearly reflected.

He... he remembered? How could that be!

"you……"

“I remember everything now, Yiyi.”

He interrupted her, his voice low and gentle, filled with unmistakable affection.

"I remember how clumsily you protected me, how we joined forces to deal with that strange old man, the purple dandelion, and your wish—'May you achieve your heart's desire and soar to the clouds.'"

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, his gaze intense:

"But do you know what my wish was back then?"

Yue Luo was flustered by the heat in his eyes and subconsciously wanted to back away, but he gently grasped her wrist.

"I made a wish back then,"

He spoke clearly, word by word.

"I hope to protect this girl named 'Yiyi' by my side forever, so that she can live a life of joy and freedom. And when we meet again, my wish is to walk hand in hand with her and see all the purple dandelions in the world."

"But you,"

His tone carried a hint of reproach, but more so, it was filled with heartache.

"You arbitrarily decided my fate, thinking that forgetting you is for my own good? Yue Luo, did you ever ask me? Do you know that my lofty ambitions have always included you?"

Tears streamed down Yue Luo's cheeks without warning, and the defenses she had built up crumbled at that moment.

All her perseverance and sacrifices seemed so laughable and pathetic in the face of his words.

"We... are from two different worlds..."

She choked up, repeating the reasons she had used to convince herself back then.

"Then let me into your world, or you come into my world."

Ouyang Jing spoke firmly, gently wiping away her tears.

"The world is so vast, where can't I make my home? But without you by my side, where is home?"

Gu Xize appeared not far away at some point, and a relieved smile appeared on his face as he watched the two embracing.

He raised his voice and said, "Qishan wishes to forever be friends with Dazhao. Cousin, your responsibilities are fulfilled, go."

The final obstacle has also vanished.

They embraced tightly beneath a sky full of purple dandelions, this time making a vow not of separation, but of staying together until their hair turned white.

With lofty ambitions, I will walk alongside you.

Ouyang Jing acted swiftly and decisively. After returning to the capital, he quickly ascended the throne. Despite the opposition from some conservative courtiers who argued that Yue Luo was "born into a Jianghu family and not from a prestigious clan," he resolutely insisted on making Yue Luo his empress.

"The throne of my successor belongs to Yue Luo without exception."

Just as the court was embroiled in a heated debate, the Hidden Sword Manor, led by Nan Xiang, took the lead in speaking out, representing the entire righteous path of the martial arts world, firmly supporting Yue Luo, and expressing gratitude for her contributions to the martial arts world when she was "Pink Robe," as well as her righteous choice.

The public support from a martial arts master carries immense weight.

Immediately afterwards, the Prime Minister also stepped forward to second the motion, saying that for the position of Empress, virtue and talent are paramount, and that Miss Yue Luo is of noble character and deeply devoted to His Majesty, making her the only suitable candidate to be the mother of the nation.

The prime minister's faction followed closely behind.

The combined support of the martial arts world and the civil service quickly silenced any remaining dissenting voices. Seeing the tide turning, the court officials offered no further objections.

The grand wedding ceremony of the emperor and empress was celebrated throughout the country.

Inside the bridal chamber, red candles burned brightly. Yue Luo, adorned in a phoenix coronet and wedding robes, sat on the edge of the bed.

Ouyang Jing gently lifted her veil, revealing her shy yet radiant face filled with happiness.

“Yiyi,” he took her hand and intertwined their fingers, “this time, the purple dandelion will witness that we will never be apart.”

She nestled into his arms, her voice soft yet firm:

"Yes, never to be apart. I'll be there for you, sharing your lofty ambitions."

Outside the window, dazzling fireworks burst in the night sky, just like their feelings at that moment, illuminating their future together, a lifetime of love and companionship.