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

Yun Qian looked up, staring at the new emperor of Qin with a fearless expression. The man raised an eyebrow and looked at her mockingly. He wasn't actually asking for her opinion, just a subtle probing.

Yun Qian could feel the gazes of the people around her, some were worried gazes from her father and mother, some were ridiculing and mocking.

She stood up, bowed to the high seat, and went down to prepare.

"Your Majesty, the princess carries a sword with her, saying it's for sword dancing. I wonder..."

"It's okay, let her in." Qi Huan raised the corners of his lips playfully. He wanted to see what tricks the princess was going to play.

Yun Qian changed into a simple set of clothes. She walked into the hall with a long sword in her hand and stopped only when she reached the center of the hall.

He bowed towards the height, and when he stood up again, the music began.

The sword dance, derived from the traditional swordplay of folk martial arts, features dancers with fluid movements and neat turns and twists. Yun Qian, wielding the sword with a graceful dexterity, swirls the blade with ease, creating a graceful, wind-like movement. The tassel beneath the hilt dances with the movement, creating a heroic presence.

With a single movement, a twirl, like snow drifting in the wind, Yun Qian stood still and thrust his sword out, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the man who had made the suggestion. The tip of the sword suddenly flashed, like a flash of silver, like a white snake. The man was startled, his heart pounding.

Wherever the sword passes, a breeze blows.

Everyone present was amazed, and the sword dance moved all directions.

But suddenly, the sword in Yun Qian's hand flew forward. Everyone in the hall was shocked and frightened. The sword was still flying past, but Qi Huan stood up, turned around and caught the sword.

For a moment, everyone's heart raced as Qi Huan, carrying Yun Qian's sword, walked down, step by step. Everyone in the hall fell silent, fearing that Qi Huan's actions would lead to bloodshed.

Until Qi Huan walked in front of Yun Qian, Emperor Xia and Queen Chen were terrified, fearing that their daughter would die in front of them in the next second.

Unexpectedly, Yun Qian spoke first and bowed straightly.

"Yun Qian's skills are not good enough, and I made a mistake. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

Qi Huan looked at the woman bowing before him and found her truly amusing. Suddenly, he no longer felt the urge to kill her. He threw his sword, and the iron object clattered to the ground.

The man slowly opened his lips and said in a cold voice, "Princess, please hold on to your sword. Next time, I won't be so kind."

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Only after the Qin Emperor finished speaking did the Xia Emperor and his wife finally feel relieved. At this point, their own life or death no longer mattered, but they at least didn't want to see their daughter die in vain, or die in front of them.

Although Qi Huan said that he had spared her out of kindness, he was actually a vengeful man, because the next day Yun Qian was brought into the palace and sent to the laundry department by his order.

Yes, Yun Qian was now washing clothes in the palace, dressed in coarse cloth, like a maid's clothes... because someone was watching her, she couldn't ask the system for help. Thus, Yun Qian encountered the worst situation she had encountered since she started the mission. The princess, who usually lived a life of luxury, could only beat the clothes bit by bit in the small courtyard.

After finishing her first day of work, Yun Qian felt exhausted, as if she had done a lifetime's work. If she had to wash so much clothes every day, she felt that all her good qualities would be lost.

She called out the system and said, "Please buy me that Soul-obsessed Dream Resonance and use it on Qi Huan."

"Okay, your remaining points are 3100."

In the middle of the night, Yun Qian fell asleep and realized that this obsession was universal. Not only did he make the other person dream about it, but he would also return to the dream scene. It was really a chance to test his acting skills...

In her dream, Yun Qian returned to her twenties. She was dressed in a gorgeous palace dress, delicate pink, and naturally graceful. Maids pushed her on a swing, petals scattering in a sea of blossoms. Yun Qian's charming face shone like a blazing peach blossom. She smiled and called out, "Push higher, push higher..." In just two years, everything was gone.

And this was the scene Qi Huan saw. The girl's face was full of spring, like a lotus flower of unparalleled beauty, making one want to pluck it with one's own hands. In fact, he was a little confused. Why did he dream about her? She was just an insignificant person.

Then the scene rotated, and the scene suddenly switched to a girl lying in bed with a high fever. Her father and mother came to see her. Qi Huan just watched coldly at the happy scene of the family of three.

Then he heard Queen Chen murmur, "My dear, you must get better soon."

Qi Huan's heart suddenly tightened.

The girl's face flushed red with fever, her eyes tightly shut. She must have been in real pain. After Empress Chen and Emperor Xia left, Qi Huan couldn't help but walk over and quietly survey the sick beauty on the bed... Well, she was a happy princess... Even when she was sick, someone came to visit her.

As he watched, the pervert couldn't help but touch the girl's face. A strange thing happened: he could actually touch her. Yun Qian's face was white, tender and smooth. He couldn't help but gently pinch her cheeks twice. Hmm, it felt good.

But then, as if someone had pinched her, the princess reacted. She opened her beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes still stained with tears. He heard her timidly ask him, "Who are you? Why are you in my bedroom?"

Qi Huan just smiled and said nothing, "Little princess, cherish your present life."

"You don't need to know who I am."

Then, the sky brightened and the dream ended.

Qi Huan woke up, supporting his forehead with one hand. His head had been aching since he woke up from the dream.

It was so strange. He was clearly in a dream, but he seemed to smell the fragrance of a young girl. It was light and not strong, but surprisingly pleasant. It was not the scent of any flower, but more like the innate fragrance of a young girl.

When this headache continued into the afternoon and showed no sign of improvement, Qi Huan's cold brows lowered, and he felt very impatient. His sinister expression was frightening, and then he immediately stood up and walked out of the palace. The servant immediately stepped forward and asked, "What are your instructions?"

But he heard Qi Huan coldly asking where the bedroom of the eldest princess of Xia State was.

The servants were too shocked to even think about it, so they immediately went to ask the servants in the Summer Palace...

When Qi Huan finally stepped into the bedroom he had dreamed of, he didn't have time to glance over the mess inside. As expected, the furnishings in the bedroom were exactly the same as in his dream. He greedily sought out the faint fragrance from his dream, but in the end, he only found it on the girl's chaise longue.

Almost immediately, Qi Huan's headache was greatly relieved. He sat on the phoenix couch in front of Yun Qian, almost intoxicated by the smell.

But after he calmed down, his eyes became even darker... so dark and unfathomable... Qi Huan was suspicious by nature, so how could he let Yun Qian go so easily?