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

She had been sitting quietly by the window, wondering what she was thinking about.

It was not until noon that Eunuch Sheng, who was beside Qi Huan, came to invite her over.

The leaves that fall in autumn are blown away by the cold wind, ending their last time on the branches and spreading a bleak atmosphere all over the ground.

However, Yun Qian was already prepared to face this heavy autumn rain.

Her face was gloomy, and as soon as she stepped into Qi Huan's palace, she felt the low pressure emanating from Qi Huan.

Qi Huan stared intently at the object in his hand with a sinister expression. Veins bulged across his broad palm from exerting so much force, and upon closer inspection, he could even see a slight tremor. As soon as Yun Qian entered, Qi Huan shifted his gaze to her, but anyone could see that he was no longer the Qi Huan who had indulged Yun Qian in the past.

He felt extremely angry, his eyes were full of rage, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a very straight line. Until he saw Yun Qian retreating and not daring to come closer, he sneered, as if laughing at Yun Qian's naivety, and as if laughing at his own stupidity.

I was so stupid that I believed this woman's lies again and again.

"Qianqian, why don't you dare come forward?" He let out a chuckle from his throat, like the whisper of the devil Satan.

Seeing that Yun Qian still refused to come forward, he tried his best to endure the throbbing of his temples, suddenly stood up, strode forward and pulled Yun Qian over.

The man's grip was so strong that it hurt Yun Qian's wrist. She was practically being dragged over...

The man forcefully held her in his arms, told her to look at something on the table, and whispered in her ear, "Qianqian, tell me, what is this?"

The atmosphere has dropped to a freezing point.

Yun Qian followed the line of sight and saw the portrait of Wen Qi that she had painted. The young man was heroic and suave, standing far away under the peach blossom forest, looking like a young knight.

How could Qi Huan not know that this was Wen Qi? He had already seen such a scene in his dreams. The man was talented and the woman was beautiful, what a perfect match.

If the secret guard hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that his woman still had someone hidden in her heart, and she really couldn't forget him.

Yun Qian's body was attacked by a chill.

"Oh, my woman, hiding in the palace, looking at the portraits of other men to relieve her longing for love. Is that right?"

Qi Huan had gone completely mad. It wasn't just a painting; the secret guard told him there was also a hairpin, the one he had smashed to pieces in his dream. She truly treasured his things... He had given her so many rare treasures, but none of them could compare to the one gift from that person, right?

Wen Qi, you really are haunting me. His eyes were bloodshot, and he could feel Yun Qian's body trembling. Couldn't he even explain himself? He lied to her that her depression was due to other reasons, and lied to him that she was willing to be with him...

Qi Huan's eyes were full of madness. He pinched Yun Qian's neck and made her watch how the painting was burned, slowly feeling Yun Qian's trembling body.

Yun Qian felt suffocated for a moment, and she suppressed the instinct to fight him... She couldn't, she couldn't give up.

The big palm with superior knuckles gently stroked Yun Qian's face. Yun Qian closed her eyes and didn't look at him, as if she was very scared.

Qi Huan let out another sinister laugh.

"What are you afraid of? Huh?"

"He, he's dead." Yun Qian leaned in his arms, choking and speaking with great difficulty. It was as if she was saying that there was no need to bother with a dead person.

Little did he know that when Qi Huan heard this, he laughed even more crazily, with disappointment and heartache in his eyes. Is it because he is dead that he can live in your heart forever?

He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, Qi Huan seemed to have regained some clarity, but he said,

"Qianqian, don't worry, I'll go and make sure he doesn't even die in peace."

Obviously even crazier.

Then he let go of Yun Qian and strode out.

"Come here, dig up the Wen family's graves for me, and then behead everyone in the Qiguo Mansion, leaving no one alive." His voice was loud and powerful, showing the majesty of the emperor, and it was obvious that he had the final say.

Yun Qian was in tears at this time. After hearing this, she rushed forward like a madman and grabbed Qi Huan's hand, begging him not to do this.

Qi Huan didn't even look at her, and immediately felt his head hurt even more. He felt Yun Qian begging him desperately and holding his hand. For a moment, he felt like his heart was about to explode, and the blazing fireworks burned his sanity.

Yun Qian was still trying to stop him, saying no, begging him not to do this, begging him to retract his order, saying that it was all her fault and had nothing to do with the Wen family, and begging him not to kill innocent people.

Qi Huan laughed out of anger. He was saying such nice things, but it was all for her Wen Qi? Her deceased fiancé?

The man yanked his sleeve away, waving Yun Qian's hand away. Yun Qian was flung away and fell backward. She instinctively reached for the table behind her, only to be struck directly in the stomach by the hard wooden table. The immense force of the impact sent her screaming in agony.

In reality, Yun Qian was trying to remain calm as she gave orders to the system. The tears on her face were both real and fake.

Although it seemed very sick, if she didn't take this path, it would be difficult for her to come up with a safe way to escape.

The next moment, bright red blood flowed from her lower body, instantly staining her skirt. The silver-white skirt was suddenly soaked with blood, eye-catching and burning.

When Qi Huan heard Yun Qian's cry of pain, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

He was startled, unsure what had happened to Yun Qian. He felt a sense of foreboding, like the Grim Reaper's scythe hanging over his head, like the tolling of death in his mind. He forgot his previous fury and strode forward, lifting Yun Qian to her feet and placing her on the bed, then sternly called for the imperial physician.

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Yun Qian fell into a coma, and Qi Huan stared intently at the old doctor's hand as he felt Yun Qian's pulse. The doctor frowned again and again... but finally shook his head, stood up, and reported to Qi Huan, suppressing his fear.

"Your Majesty, I mourn for you."

When Qi Huan heard this, his heart skipped a beat. What on earth was going on? The bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger...

The imperial physician continued, "Your Majesty is still young, and you were hit so suddenly that your bleeding continues. This baby is definitely not going to be saved. Your Majesty and Your Majesty express our condolences."

Upon hearing this, Qi Huan's face turned cold as ice and his heart sank.

He asked, "What did you say?!" He and Yun Qian have a child...

He accidentally lost the child he had with Yun Qian... For a moment, his throat seemed to be blocked by something huge and he couldn't speak.

The imperial physician lowered his head in frustration. "Your Majesty, the Empress was struck by a heavy object, and her bleeding continues. Her pulse is also deficient in Qi and blood, and her heart and kidneys are weak, with a heavy and stagnant pulse. This is undoubtedly a sign of miscarriage. Your Majesty, please accept my condolences."

Qi Huan stood there in a daze for a long time, and finally, with a hoarse voice, he told the imperial physician to go down and asked everyone in the Imperial Hospital to take good care of Yun Qian.

The imperial physician lowered his head and quietly withdrew.

Now, he and Yun Qian were alone. The man, always high and mighty, looking down upon the world, now stood by Yun Qian's bed for a long time, gazing at her pale face. Though unusually tall, he seemed hunched over.

He really doesn't know what to do... What should I do, Qianqian? I want to love you, but you don't want to. I want you to love me, but you can't do it. You can't forget him.

I saw a man with a stern face, his eyes slightly red, looking at the woman on the bed. If you look closely, you can actually see a little light in them.

The road ahead is long, the rest of my life is long, the night is bleak, and I don’t want to live the rest of my life without you.

Looking at her frail body and her pale face from excessive blood loss, Qi Huan felt as if a sharp blade was scraping his heart, asking him to look clearly into his heart and see what he had done.