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

Qi Jueyu sneered, shook his white robe, stood up, and walked straight towards Yun Qian, heavily and slowly.

Yun Qian stared at him intently. This time, she didn't retreat. The tears in her eyes hadn't yet dried, making her look incredibly pitiful.

Qi Jueyu reached out and rubbed Yun Qian's soft lips.

Yun Qian turned her back to him, trying hard to hide the tears on her face. Her fingers trembled slightly as she clenched her sleeves. The air seemed to stagnate for a moment in the silent Zen room, and silence flowed between them like water. Qi Jueyu withdrew his hand and stood quietly behind her, his eyes deep and penetrating, as if trying to see through her back and pierce her true thoughts.

He knew she was testing him, perhaps delaying him, or perhaps deliberately trying to draw him out.

Her unwillingness to be a mortal Crown Princess, her choices to remain at Qianqiu Temple, are puzzling. Yet, it is precisely this contradiction that makes her seem all the more real and compelling—she's not the obedient daughter of a powerful official, nor a manipulated pawn. Her every move and every word seems calculated, yet she possesses more than a superficial calm and rationality.

Qi Jueyu raised his hand and slowly pressed it against her shoulder, applying a slight pressure without saying a word. He felt her shoulder tremble slightly, but she didn't break free. So, he leaned closer, his voice low and subtly cold, yet with a hint of tenderness.

"Yun Qian, if I guess correctly, you came to Qianqiu Temple... not just to avoid the East Palace." His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the woman in front of him, as if he deliberately left her some room.

"You said you disobeyed your aunt, but I don't think so."

"You know, if you truly didn't want to be the Crown Princess, you could have made it clear by now. But you chose Qianqiu Temple—at first I didn't believe you came here for me, but now I understand. You probably did come for me."

Yun Qian's shoulders trembled slightly, and she lowered her head in silence, clutching the corner of her sleeve tightly, as if she were thinking, or enduring. Qi Jueyu looked at her profile with a hint of bitterness, his suspicions gradually confirmed, as if gradually clearing away layers of fog, but he became increasingly unsure of how to respond.

"You wanted to use a trick, but you chose this one to test me." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly with a hint of coldness, as if he had seen through her intentions, and seemed to be deliberately provoking her, "So... well."

Qi Jueyu suddenly put down his hand, restrained the inquiry in his eyes, and returned to his usual calmness and composure.

"But, I told you earlier, don't regret it. If you continue to act like this, don't blame me for taking action. Get rid of that waste, Yun Qian, I will do as you wish, you can stay here and do whatever you want.

He suddenly turned and walked towards the door, but stopped when he reached the door, as if he remembered something he had forgotten but hadn't said yet:

"Yun Qian, it's not that difficult to become the Crown Princess."

"What's a Crown Princess?"

"Be good, and I'll make you the master of the world."

The man's tone was joking and nonchalant, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

With that, he pushed the door open and walked out, never looking back. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Yun Qian stood there for a long time, motionless. Qi Jueyu's departure left behind a faint scent of sandalwood, which gradually dissipated. Along with that meaningful warning, it lingered in her ears for a long time, making her a little confused as to whether she was still unconsciously plotting against him.

It’s too crazy. Compared to him, Yun Qian doesn’t feel that she is abnormal at all.

She was stunned for a long time. She originally wanted to force Qi Jueyu to go back and fight for that position, but now it seems that Qi Jueyu is either not interested in that position... or he just disdains to look at something that is already in his pocket.

But...it wasn't like this in the previous life. He didn't fight for it, or...did something happen later that she didn't know about?

A few days later, Abbot Huimi invited Yunqian to join him in chanting sutras for the blessing of Great Qi. Late into the night, the hall was filled with lingering Buddhist chants and flickering candlelight, shrouded in a tranquil silence. Yunqian sat quietly with her eyes closed, listening to Abbot Huijue's chanting. In this stillness, she felt a peace of mind she had never felt before.

Qi Jueyu stood quietly by the side, his eyes as deep as water, as if nothing in the world could shake his resolve. However, Yun Qian found that his gaze lingered on her more and more frequently, sometimes even seeming to be glued to her.

Yun Qian was vaguely aware that her heart had already been stirring. She had been feeling a bit uncomfortable the past few days. Even though she knew there was probably a person in the core, she still felt a bit awkward about facing a completely new him.

The night breeze was cool, and Yun Qian slowly stood up, clasping her hands together in thanks. Qi Jueyu glanced at her indifferently, his voice still as cold and quiet as usual: "It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Go back to your meditation room early to rest."

Yun Qian smiled slightly and said softly, "Thank you for the reminder, Master."

She turned and left, glancing back at Qi Jueyu, who was still standing quietly in the night. Her heart felt a warmth grow in his cold figure. At that moment, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of a love she had never felt before, from a distant past.

Yun Qian, returning to her Zen room, remained restless in the long, quiet night. She had come here on orders, believing her time in the temple to be a mere tactical conspiracy. But now, she felt a chilling force drawing her towards a new experience, a profound tranquility unlike any she had experienced before.

What he wanted was her whole and complete, and he would not allow her to have any thoughts of playing with him.

The morning bell echoed through the mountains, awakening the stillness of Qianqiu Temple. A light morning mist swirled, and Yun Qian strolled down the stone steps in the dim light of dawn. The cool morning air, mingled with the fragrance of the pine forest, brought a sense of clarity and peace. From afar, she spotted Qi Jueyu standing alone in front of the scripture hall, his eyes lowered, as silent as a stone statue.

Yun Qian paused, gazing at him softly. Despite his monk's robes, Qi Jueyu exuded an air of nobility and pride that was undeniable, as if this place couldn't contain his soul. He seemed to sense her gaze and slowly raised his head, his eyes as calm as ever.

Yun Qian stepped forward, bowed slightly, and asked softly, "Master, are you going to chant sutras and pray for blessings today as well?"

Qi Jueyu glanced at her and replied calmly, "Everything has its cause. You should recite the sutras more often to accumulate merit." He paused and added, "If you have any questions, you can follow me to the sutra hall to understand the Buddhist scriptures."

When Yun Qian heard this, his heart moved slightly and he nodded in agreement.