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

The next morning, as the light of day broke, Yun Qian's peaceful sleep was interrupted by urgent news. Before she could fully wake up from her drowsiness, footsteps were heard outside the window.

She didn't expect that someone would come and hand her a pillow so soon after she had carefully planned to take a nap last night.

It was Qi Heyao's men who came to Qianqiu Temple again.

This time, what they brought was not countless earnest and thick letters, but a memorial from Qi Heyao requesting the title of Crown Princess - something a thousand times more valuable than the letters.

"Girl, this is the prince's seal," the man said, presenting the seal with both hands, his expression calm and his head bowed. "The prince said that whether this petition for enthronement can reach the emperor depends entirely on your wishes."

"The prince asks if the girl is well."

Yun Qian stared silently at the unsealed silk edict, her eyes shifting slightly without a word. This messenger was completely different from the last one who had come to persuade her. He didn't defend the Crown Prince, nor did he express any affection. He simply conveyed Qi Heyao's intentions in a businesslike manner.

She stood in the dim morning light, her face expressionless, yet her heart was rife with emotion. If she affixed this seal and submitted the memorial, she would be the Crown Princess of Great Qi, boundless in glory, with the Yun family at her back and Qi Heyao supporting her. However, while Qi Heyao had a role to play in this chess game, Qi Jueyu also had unspoken ambitions.

She knew that once this memorial reached the emperor, there would be no turning back. Empress Yun ruled the country, and as long as she agreed, even without the emperor's permission, she could be the Crown Princess.

When the news reached Qi Jueyu, he couldn't help but sneer. What? Was she using his Qianqiu Temple as a place to heal her broken heart? Could a girl this young be so prone to changing her mind? She said one thing and did another. Last time, she had confidently told him she didn't like Qi Heyao, but now it seemed she didn't dislike him at all; it was clearly too much, and it hurt her heart.

Or is it that she is just naughty by nature, likes to play pranks on people, and overacts?

In short, Qi Jueyu's rationality told him that she was acting, but it was just too realistic. A daughter raised by an aristocratic family would not just indulge in love. But there was always another voice in his heart, another feeling, which reminded him that there must have been a relationship between them. Otherwise, with his brother, he would not have put so much effort into a woman...

He felt uncomfortable, as if there was an inexplicable thorn stuck in his heart.

After all... which one of her is the real her.

He raised his hand to push aside the Buddhist beads, his eyes dark. She had vowed that she no longer wanted to be entangled with Qi Heyao, but now it seemed that the deeper the hurt, the deeper she fell into despair.

On the other hand, Yun Qian finally accepted the things. The edict on cloth would not be authentic if it was not stamped with a seal. But if her seal was really stamped on his resignation letter, then everything would be different.

Standing before the cliff, Yun Qian gazed out at the view of Qianqiu Temple, a glimmer of joy rising in her heart. This chess game, long laid out by the Queen, was about to reach a point of no return, but once Yun Qian had entered the game, she was destined to turn the tide. The more Qi Jueyu doubted her, the more he was swept up in the emotions she provoked, the more triumphant she became. Nothing could be more intriguing than to unsettle this seemingly selfless Buddhist disciple—sooner or later, this cold, icy man in the mountains would be pushed down a path from which there was no return.

"Qi Jueyu, from the moment you fell in love with this game, you are destined to be unable to extricate yourself." She murmured, a smile spreading at the corners of her lips.

She will not help him in this struggle, but let him fight and seize it on his own.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be qualified to be a qualified heir. In fact... if it weren't for him, Yun Qian really wanted to persuade her aunt to take power. She had read about Wu Zhao and knew what a great woman she was.

But it doesn't matter, I feel relaxed and happy.

Thinking of this, Yun Qian seemed to foresee a wonderful scene about to be played out. She walked slowly, a faint smile on her face with a hint of unexplained teasing.

The tranquility of Qianqiu Temple is only temporary after all. Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing, with a bitter look on her face, because of the envoy's visit just now.

But only she knows that everything that is going on is under her control, and in this intertwined operation of power, she will get closer and closer to the orders given to her by the quick-travel system.

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The morning light of Lancheng slowly streamed in through the wooden window, bringing a cool, refreshing air. Qi Heyao sat wearily before the wooden table, his brows straining against the weariness of days. Only after removing his heavy combat boots and armor did he truly relax, leaning back against the wooden chair, a moment of daze.

During this period, he traveled between the dike and the disaster area every day, facing the cries of the people, the urging of officials and the dangers of the dike, and it was like walking on the edge of a knife at all times.

However, what was making him think in disorder at the moment was not the flood outside, but the woman far away in the capital. He slightly curled his lips, and his bitter smile was filled with helplessness and attachment.

Thinking of Yun Qian's cold words, "No need to send any more letters," his heart felt as if it had been cut open, and the pain was intense. He had known that she was proud by nature and did not like to be looked down upon, but such cold resistance was beyond his expectation, leaving him at a loss. After hearing her words, he dared not send any more letters.

Qi Heyao reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a heart-shaped jade pendant. The jade pendant was smooth and warm, still flawless despite years of wear, as if it embodied countless years of attachment and waiting.

While gently stroking the jade pendant, he stared at its smooth surface in a trance, as if he could see his mother's gentle face and the advice she gave him when he was young through this warm white jade.

This pair of jade pendants is the only token left by his mother. One is given to him and the other is said to be for his sweetheart, symbolizing his mother's trust and recognition of the woman she has never met.

The other half of the jade pendant was given to Yun Qian by him early on.

Qi Heyao gripped the jade pendant tightly, a tenderness tinged with complexity. He'd wanted to mention it several times in his letters, asking Yun Qian not to discard it carelessly, let alone abandon it in a fit of anger. But when the words reached his lips, he hesitated, fearing that any further words would provoke her temper, that she might become furious and carry out her words. He knew she wasn't one to get angry easily, but the thought that she might no longer cherish even this jade pendant filled him with panic, like a heart floating on the water, unable to find a shore to hold onto.

He sighed softly, his eyes revealing deep confusion and a slight, barely perceptible uneasiness.