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

Over the years, as the crown prince, he has always walked on thin ice, carefully maintaining his delicate balance in the court. With Empress Yun ruling from behind the scenes and the five prominent families occupying positions of power, the world is full of swords and spears. He cannot easily expose his true feelings, nor can he prematurely show his obsession with Yun Qian.

After all, his identity as the crown prince meant that he had to be careful in his plans and not fall in love easily.

But this time, he was somewhat shaken. That proud, intelligent woman seemed to have upset his balance from the very beginning, becoming the only variable in his meticulous plan. He had originally planned everything well, and the Yun family should have been an unavoidable force in his plan. However, Yun Qian's presence caused a subtle conflict between his rationality and emotions.

Hearing Yun Qian's sharp words asking him not to write to her again, he was almost panicked. For the first time, he wanted to tell her clearly, tell everyone, that you are the wife I have chosen, the only wife.

The man's eyes were gentle, but there was an lingering bitterness between his brows. He didn't know what to do, nor did he know if he should really let go. He wanted to face this feeling calmly, hold her firmly in his hands, and tell her, tell everyone in the world, that she was his wife, his chosen future queen, and she was the one and only.

His gaze fixed on the jade pendant in his hand, Qi Heyao slowly closed his eyes, and the complex emotions between his brows relaxed slightly.

In the chaotic court, he seemed to be a glorious prince, but in reality, he had been enduring hardships that the world could not imagine.

He is the crown prince, the center of everyone's attention, but in the turbulent palace power struggles, being a crown prince is a more difficult position than being an emperor.

At this moment, he not only wanted to be the crown prince who shouldered the heavy responsibility of the country, but also wanted to live an upright life without any shackles, and wanted to give the girl he had chosen a legitimate identity.

It was difficult for him, too difficult. Empress Yun controlled the government. The five prominent families and aristocratic families of the previous dynasty were spread throughout the court and the country. As the prince, he was trembling with fear every day. The Yun family... in his plan... should have been wiped out, but she appeared, and the only variable in this plan appeared.

He began to think about it bit by bit, repeatedly overturning his previous rehearsal and starting over again. He couldn't make any wrong steps.

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Ever since she met Qi Heyao's visitor in the morning, Yun Qian sent her subordinates away and asked the abbot for leave from today's morning class, saying that she was not feeling well and needed to stay in her room to recuperate, but in fact she had just slipped away again.

After Yun Qian strolled around, she returned to her room and bumped into Qi Jueyu sitting on the couch. The unnatural look in her eyes was fleeting, but Qi Jueyu still keenly caught it.

Qi Jueyu walked away with a cold face, leaving Liu Yunqian standing there in shock, his eyes filled with sorrow and a hint of pain.

He didn't come again, and she didn't look for him again. The two of them fell into a subtle cold war atmosphere.

The pale morning light streamed into the meditation room through the half-open window, casting sparse shadows on the tiled floor. Ever since Qi Jueyu noticed Yun Qian's strange expression that day, he hadn't been in a good mood since. Yun Qian knew he was doubting her, and the entanglement between her and Qi Heyao. The hints in his eyes, the sarcasm in his words, all reminded her that he was watching from the sidelines, hoping to extricate himself quickly and see through the true nature of her game.

The days suddenly became very long. Without Qi Jueyu by her side, Yun Qian could only suppress her impatience temporarily and wait and see until... the day when the weather turned cooler.

Yun Qian thought it was time to tug on this chord. Early in the morning, she dismissed the attendants and quietly slipped out of Qianqiu Temple, strolling along the winding mountain path, trying to calm the depression in her heart with a breath of fresh, cool air.

She knew she was being watched, and it was impossible for her to escape Qi Jueyu's sight for long. However, precisely because of this, she didn't want this game to get out of control easily. Since she was destined to be closely watched, she wanted to make it even harder for him to discern her sincerity, making him want to get closer, but also suspicious.

When she casually returned to her room, she was surprised to see Qi Jueyu sitting on the couch, his robes neat and tidy, his brows deep, as if he had been waiting for a long time. He finally came. He looked at her with a cold expression, his vague scrutiny and cold air like an invisible pressure, suddenly pressing down on her.

Yun Qian feigned surprise and instinctively took two steps back. But just as she was about to speak, the door slammed shut behind her. The room suddenly became darker, and the silence was so deep that even the sound of their breathing could be heard clearly.

She was frightened by the sound and turned back to look. When she turned back again, she met Qi Jueyu's cold eyes.

"Come here." Qi Jueyu opened his thin lips slightly, his voice was low, and his tone revealed unquestionable majesty.

Yun Qian lowered his head, very stubborn, and refused to take a step forward.

Yun Qian froze in place for a moment, her eyelashes drooping, unwilling to take a step toward him. She knew that if she followed his words, he would easily control the situation. She was gambling—on Qi Jueyu's bottom line, and on his true feelings for her.

In Qi Jueyu's eyes, the meaning was completely different.

Qi Jueyu looked at her, with a barely perceptible sarcasm flashing in his eyes. He sneered: "What? Are you fed up with the hard life after just a few days? Or do you want to go back to that den of brothel and be your Crown Princess?" His tone was cold and distant, like an icy whip, hitting Yun Qian's heart.

Hearing this, Yun Qian's eyes reddened slightly. She held back her tears, raised her eyes coldly and looked at him, her voice trembling but firm, "Why do you say that to me? If I really wanted to be the Crown Princess, you could have asked my aunt to issue an imperial decree to send me to the Eastern Palace." She paused, a trace of pain flashing across her eyes.

"But I don't want to be a toy that is despised, I don't want to be tossed around, I don't want to be something that is dispensable. My love for you has never changed, and I never thought that in just a few days, you would change your attitude."

At this point, her voice was slightly choked, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be suppressed, falling one by one onto the cold floor tiles. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears, her lips trembling slightly, and turned away stubbornly, unwilling to let him see her weakness again.

"If I had known that the Buddha's disciples were just like him, why would I have come here and caused myself trouble?"

As soon as she finished speaking, tears fell out, and disappeared in a flash, hitting the gray floor tiles. Yun Qian turned around to wipe away her tears, her lips trembling slightly, and she looked stubborn, unwilling to let Qi Jueyu see her vulnerability.

"Little girl, stop acting in front of me."