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

Yun Qian indulged herself in a long sleep, oblivious to the passage of time, as if enveloped in a warm drowsiness. Only when she slowly opened her eyes did she notice a faint glimmer of daylight filtering through the curtains. Her gaze met the figure of Qi Jueyu. He sat quietly in the room, cross-legged in meditation, his posture erect, as if he were standing by her side, his silence unnerving.

Looking around, Yun Qian noticed that the curtains in the room were all drawn. While she could faintly hear the chirping of birds outside, the room was as quiet as a secluded place. She was slightly startled, then suddenly realized what was happening – who had drawn these curtains? Was there any need to ask?

"What time is it?" Yun Qian asked in a low voice, breaking the silence.

Qi Jueyu saw her wake up, slowly opened his eyes, stood up from meditation, and walked towards her, "It's still early, I wanted to call you at lunch, but I didn't expect you to wake up first." His words were soft, with a gentle smile in his eyes, and he seemed neither hurried nor slow.

Yun Qian was about to speak when a cup of warm tea suddenly touched her lips. He had already prepared a cup of tea, ready for her to drink upon waking. The tea's aroma was refreshing, and her throat, dry and thirsty, made a hoarse sound, as if wind was blowing through it.

"Drink slowly." He reminded in a low voice, his tone gentle, but it made Yun Qian stunned. She was drinking at the time, but his words disturbed her mind and made her unstable. She almost choked and started coughing violently.

She couldn't help but turn her head away, pushing away Qi Jueyu's offer of support, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. Qi Jueyu saw this, a hint of regret flashing across his stern brows, and gently patted her back to soothe her. The warmth of his palm, transmitted through her clothes, was even more scorching than the heat of the teacup, and it felt like a trace of warmth quietly spread, straight into her heart.

"You--" She looked up at him, about to explode.

"My fault," he whispered, gently and naturally interrupting her. Qi Jueyu wasn't as cold and fierce as usual at this moment. Instead, he had a gentle smile on his face, as if he had let go of all his anger, leaving only a rare trace of tenderness, leaving Yun Qian speechless.

The slight anger that had just risen in her was suddenly extinguished, and she even felt a little ashamed and annoyed, unable to continue blaming him. Qi Jueyu's eyes turned at this moment, and there was a hint of amusement in his expression: "What do you want for lunch?"

Yun Qian's eyes lit up, a sly look in them, "I don't want to eat vegetarian food."

"Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled even deeper.

"You are not allowed to eat either." She said it with a hint of mischief in her voice, but without any room for doubt.

He couldn't help but let out a low laugh from his throat. He stared at her with a hint of unconcealable tenderness and teasing in his eyes. "Who told you that I only eat vegetarian food every day?"

Yun Qian pretended to be surprised, with a hint of teasing in her smile: "Okay, you fake monk." She was just joking, but she didn't expect that it would reveal his disguise, and she suddenly felt a little proud.

"I thought you were such a serious Buddhist," seeing Yun Qian about to start accusing him of nonsense,

Qi Jueyu didn't argue, but instead smiled softly, leaning over and gently kissing her forehead. The gentle touch, like a breeze blowing across the water, made her heart tremble slightly.

"Alright, your throat isn't fully healed yet, so rest a little longer." He gently reminded me, "I'm going to take care of some things. When I come back, we'll have dinner together."

Seeing him turn and leave, Yun Qian gradually withdrew her gaze, and felt a little disappointed in her heart.

She looked around, carefully examining the room. She noticed that the furnishings here were more spacious and elegant than her own Zen room. A tranquil aura emanated from it, and a subtle fragrance permeated the air. The atmosphere here was even more refreshing than her own, carrying a vaguely familiar flavor, as if everything had been prepared just for her.

She was lost in thought, a strange feeling welling up in her heart, but it was hard to put it into words. At this moment, the system prompt suddenly sounded in her mind:

"Host, the energy of the Son of Fortune is extremely pure, possessing extraordinary energy and wisdom..."

"Stop, that's enough." Yun Qian waved her hand to signal the system to stop. Yun Qian swore that she didn't want to hear any more of this, but she didn't. That being said, Yun Qian didn't forget the main thing. "System, system, come out and sell the fertility medicine."

This time, Yun Qian was quite conflicted. If it was a child with Qi Jueyu...

Just when she was still hesitant, she had an idea and recalled the thought that had long existed in her heart, the rather bold idea she had when she first came to this world: what if Queen Yun... could become the empress?

Judging from the plot of the present and the previous life, Queen Yun probably doesn't have this intention. Then what about her and Qi Jueyu's child...

"Give me a pill to give birth to a girl."

"OK, the points have been automatically deducted for you. Use successfully! Have a nice day."

Yun Qian ignored the sudden abnormality of the system becoming human-machine. She once again felt this magic. The light of happiness and joy enveloped her in an instant. That feeling, like a blessing, was cautious and incomparable.

At this moment, Yun Qian's heart was wrapped in warmth, and the light of happiness and expectation bloomed in her heart. She unconsciously closed her eyes slightly, immersed in the tenderness of this moment, as if the future had opened up to her. A desire for stability slowly melted into her heart, like a breeze blowing, quietly soothing her heart, as if just waiting for his return.

But she also understood that because of the upcoming mission, she might not be able to stay with him for long.

"What mission are you going to give me?"

Thinking of this, Yun Qian couldn't help but ask a few more questions. She had a hunch that this person must be related to her. After all, her identity in her previous life had remained unchanged until her death.

She was still the queen of the Great Qi, and Qi Heyao did not issue an edict to abolish her position as queen, although she did not care whether she was still the queen after being exiled to Qianqiu Temple.

But the fact is that at the moment her memory was cut off, she was still Qi Heyao's nominal wife.

"Well, I don't know yet, host."

"but……"

"But what?"

“But it won’t be that easy.”

Yun Qian closed her eyes tightly, trying to control her anger, but she felt sleepy again after closing her eyes. Before her consciousness faded, the last scene that appeared in her mind was Qi Jueyu glaring at her.

Queen Yun... Qi Heyao, Qi Jueyu, what on earth happened? And why did Qi Jueyu's mother die? Could it be...

Queen Yun had chosen between the two earlier, but... why was Qi Jueyu the one sent to Qianqiu Temple?

Yun Qian was so sleepy. She had just woken up not long ago, but she was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids.

She felt that there was something wrong with the incense.