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

She followed him into the scripture hall and sat beside him, listening to the deep, slow Buddhist chants echoing through the hall. Yun Qian felt an indescribable peace gradually spread within her heart. She glanced at Qi Jueyu, his expression focused on chanting, as if he were outside the world, free from dust and desire.

As the chanting faded, Qi Jueyu quietly put away the scroll in his hands, his eyes cast downward, revealing a rare gentleness. Yun Qian said softly, "Master, you are devoted to Buddhism. I should learn from you and let go of my obsessions and worries. However, sometimes, there are too many things in my heart that I can't let go of, and it's really hard to do so."

Qi Jueyu clasped his hands together gently, his voice cold yet gentle: "Letting go doesn't mean not facing it, but rather maintaining self-control in this world, not letting your heart be trapped by external things. If your heart is pure, you can see the road ahead clearly."

Yun Qian was stunned by what she heard, her heart slightly touched, and she couldn't help but stare at him. In that moment, she seemed to see the loneliness and determination hidden in his eyes, as if he had also experienced unspeakable struggles, but ultimately let go of everything in exchange for this peaceful and untroubled time.

"Master, Yun Qian understands," she whispered, a faint smile on her lips, "Perhaps one day, I can be as calm and composed as you."

Qi Jueyu stared at her, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if with a faint smile. He nodded, his tone less distant: "If you are determined to practice, you will definitely gain enlightenment."

They sat in silence, only the faint flickering candlelight in the scripture hall illuminated their respective gazes, each preoccupied with their own thoughts. At this moment, the emotions surging within Yun Qian grew deeper, not just for her, but also for Qi Jueyu.

Even if this fate is destined not to last long, that slightly throbbing feeling is still inevitably buried deep in my heart.

Soon, it was a drizzling night. Yun Qian looked out the window, watching the drizzle pattering across the mountains, blurring the view outside. Unsettled, she reached out to touch the cool raindrops, which splashed across the stone pavement. Amidst the mist and rain, she turned to see Qi Jueyu sitting alone in the hall. The empty hall's design had caused some rain to fall on his shoulders, but he seemed unconcerned.

She approached slowly. Qi Jueyu looked up at her, but said nothing. Yun Qian didn't speak either, simply sitting quietly beside him, listening to the patter of rain on leaves and tiles. At that moment, all was silent, just the two of them, sharing the coolness and loneliness of the rainy night.

After a long pause, Yun Qian whispered, "Master, is the fate of this world as fleeting as this rain?"

Qi Jueyu was silent for a moment, his voice low and gentle: "The rise and fall of fate are all in a moment. Things in the world are impermanent, but fate has its own destiny, just go with it."

She looked at him, her eyes clear and gentle, and smiled gently: "In that case, Yun Qian should cherish this fate with the mage."

Qi Jueyu glanced at her slightly sideways, with a rare softness between his brows. However, his gaze eventually returned to calm, as if all his emotions had been transformed into that faint whisper.

"will not."

"You haven't come to see me for a long time."

Are you still thinking about him? Qi Jueyu didn't say that in the end. He knew that if he did say it, he probably wouldn't be so gentle. What he would say would be much harsher than this. Don't make this girl cry again.

Qi Jueyu turned his head, lowered his brows, gently closed his eyes, and chanted a Buddhist mantra. He didn't quite understand himself. He knew she wasn't real, but he still didn't want to see her cry, even though... when she cried, it really made him want to bully her.

He also didn't understand Yun Qian. He had clearly told her that he could make her the master of the world, so why did she look so frightened? He was puzzled. Yun Qian was not someone who was so timid.

So what exactly makes her hesitant? The answer she least wants to get is also the most likely answer at the moment: she still has feelings for him.

Qi Jueyu opened his eyes and saw Yun Qian looking up slightly, gazing at him. Her eyes were as soft and reserved as water. Their gazes met quietly in this quiet scripture hall, and the surroundings seemed to freeze in this moment of staring.

In that glance, it was as if all the unspoken words between them flowed silently out. Qi Jueyu had never felt her presence so clearly as before. Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand emotions, yet also held a hint of stubbornness and self-restraint, as if unwilling to easily reveal her true feelings. Yun Qian's gaze burned, as if she was searching for something in his cold yet calm expression.

Qi Jueyu couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He was always good at controlling his emotions. He was well aware of his unclear identity and had no intention of getting involved in this mess. Now he was afraid that he would disrupt it for her.

Thinking of this, he smiled lightly. It doesn't matter. What's so difficult about becoming a Crown Princess?

"Qi Jueyu, do you have any tea here? I'm thirsty."

Yun Qian interrupted, not directly addressing his question, but this also indirectly gave the two of them a way out. Qi Jueyu listened to her slightly arrogant and relaxed tone. Even though he was naturally cold-hearted, he subconsciously wanted to say something harsh and cold, but he couldn't help but feel a little itchy inside. After all... looking at your beloved, no matter how you look at her, she's beautiful.

But the next moment Qi Jueyu seemed to come back to his senses. This girl deliberately changed his subject, so how could he let her succeed?

"Why, when he promised you the position of Crown Princess, he couldn't even afford to offer you the best tea?"

Yun Qian was caught off guard. In such a good and loving atmosphere, who would have thought that the man would suddenly do this? She didn't expect it to happen the next second.

"Luo Qi,"

"Bring up the newly arrived Qimen, Zhengshan Xiaozhong, and Junshan Yinzhen teas for Miss Yun to choose from. You are a distinguished guest, so we can't treat you badly, right?"

"Yes!" Luo Qi answered, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart. He took away something worth thousands of gold just like picking cabbages from the back garden of his home. Although he said so, he also understood that what the master had was unimaginable for ordinary people. Not to mention tea, even the most difficult to find wild delicacies could be found if the master gave the order.

Luo Qi had never been to the Yinming Society inherited by the master. He was brought up by the master and his main responsibility was to stay by the master's side and protect the master's safety. But now he was sent to guard a girl every day.

Luo Qi left. Yun Qian watched him go, lost in thought. She sensed that this was the man who was always watching her from nearby. Her mood, which had just brightened slightly, darkened again. "Why are you looking so intently? Do you know him?"

As Qi Jueyu spoke, he fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, which symbolized purity and self-restraint. There was a hint of temptation in his words.

"How come we don't know each other?"