Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

"Yes!"

When Sixuan left, he did not forget to cast a meaningful look at Baiyue. As the door closed gently, the study returned to silence again.

Seeing this, Bai Yue paced lightly, looked around, and asked with curiosity in her eyes.

"Hey, Qingchen, where are all those portraits of my sister hanging in this room? Didn't I tell you I don't mind at all? You paint so well, shouldn't they be hung on the wall openly?"

However, Bai Yue's words fell on deaf ears and did not stir up any waves in Yun Qingchen. He was still immersed in his own creation, as if the whole world had stopped.

"Qingchen, Lord Chu's illness came on suddenly. I saw you were still resting at the time, so I didn't inform you in time..."

Seeing this, Bai Yue shook her head helplessly, and finally sighed softly, speaking with a hint of apology in her tone.

"Xiaoyue, you should know why I came to this Wulie Kingdom and became a hostage, right?"

Yun Qingchen's tone was light and slow, but it seemed to carry a tremendous amount of force. He did not take his eyes off the ink on the desk, but only whispered to Bai Yue.

"Of course I know that. It's because Wulie and Wenqu were at war, and Wenqu was unfortunately defeated..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yue's eyes were gentle but also contained a hint of helplessness as she responded softly.

Yun Qingchen finally put down the pen in his hand, and the tip of the pen lightly touched the inkstone, making a subtle and crisp sound. The ink was not yet completely gone, but it seemed like the depression in his heart that was difficult to let go.

"You are right, but did you know that in that smoke-filled battle, the one who commanded the Wulie army, brought devastation to our country's people, and plunged me into the quagmire of humiliation was none other than Chu Lingyun, the very person you treated like a patient and cared for so attentively. Where is Lord Chu?"

Yun Qingchen raised his eyes and looked directly at Bai Yue, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"Qingchen, if I were standing on the battlefield right now, facing Lord Chu as an enemy general, I would point my sword to the heavens without hesitation and shed my blood on the ground. Because at that moment, I would be a soldier, defending my country. To die on the battlefield would be the greatest honor for me."

Bai Yue's eyes were firm and gentle. She looked at Yun Qingchen and spoke without any retreat in her tone.

"But at this moment, he's just a frail patient, and I possess the ability to save him. If I abandon him out of hatred, it would be the greatest betrayal of my faith. Qingchen, saving lives and settling grudges are two paths that can go hand in hand. I wish to maintain the purity and brightness of my heart on this path."

Bai Yue's words were both a response to Yun Qingchen and a commitment to her own beliefs.

"you--"

Yun Qingchen suddenly jumped up from behind the desk with a vigorous step. In a few steps, he was in front of Bai Yue. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, locking directly into her eyes, and every word he said was powerful.

"So, you don't regret rescuing Chu Lingyun at all?"

His voice was tinged with emotions that were difficult to conceal.

"I follow my heart and my way, so why should I regret it?"

Bai Yue's eyes moved, and her eyes were so pure that they seemed to be able to wash away the dust of the world. She met Yun Qingchen's gaze calmly, and her tone was full of persistence in her own beliefs.

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if sparks were flying. Yun Qingchen suddenly stepped forward swiftly, picked up Bai Yue lightly and gracefully, and walked steadily towards the desk piled with documents.

He mercilessly brushed off the items on the table one by one. Books, test papers, pens, ink, paper and inkstone all became witnesses of this sudden emotion and were scattered all over the floor.

Then, he carefully placed Bai Yue in this small space, on the desk. The distance between them was so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

"Qingchen, you, you are going to..."

Bai Yue looked at Yun Qingchen in disbelief and asked, "It's been three days, where on earth did he get so much energy?"

Seeing this, Yun Qingchen curled up his lips into a playful smile, with a cunning glint in his eyes. He leaned closer and spoke in a low and magnetic voice.

"It's just that I felt that the righteous and awe-inspiring Princess Baiyue, who was like the goddess of the sky, was so beautiful that I couldn't help but want to get closer to her and borrow a touch of her holy aura to wash away the dust on my body."

At this moment, Yun Qingchen had already put aside his previous melancholy, replacing it with an almost mischievous smile. His left hand gently stroked Bai Yue's cheek, while the movement of his right hand became subtle and ambiguous.

Seeing this, Bai Yue's mind raced, and she wanted to find something to distract Yun Qingchen from his next move. Her eyes quickly swept around, and unexpectedly found that not far away, the painting that Yun Qingchen had been painting was lying there quietly, as if it was a key to rescue specially prepared for her.

"Qingchen, wait a minute. When I walked in, I saw you painting this piece of work. You're clearly very invested in it. How about we talk about this painting first and put the rest of the trivialities aside?"

Bai Yue smiled brightly as she picked up the painting delicately. However, when her eyes touched every detail on the canvas, her anticipation instantly turned into astonishment and embarrassment, as if proposing to discuss the painting was her biggest mistake.

"It seems Xiaoyue has a special liking for this piece of mine. If so, I will personally take action and use my actions as a pen to carefully interpret the soul of this painting for you. I guarantee that it will leave a deep impression on you and will be unforgettable!"

A sly smile appeared on Yun Qingchen's lips, and a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

"No, no, how can someone like me understand the deep meaning of your painting, Qingchen? Let's not talk about this painting anymore, let's look at something else!"

Bai Yue felt that the scroll in her hand was like a hot potato. She didn't know whether to throw it away or not.

"Strange, what's so hard to understand? Isn't the person in the painting you, Xiaoyue? It's just that you..."

Before Yun Qingchen could finish her words, Bai Yue covered her mouth and she spoke with a depressed look on her face.

"Yun Qingchen, you... you are so cunning! Why is it that when you draw my sister, she looks like the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens, extraordinary and otherworldly; but when it comes to me, she is..."

Her words stopped abruptly because she couldn't express the content of the painting.

Yun Qingchen smiled even more broadly upon hearing this, and interrupted gently.

"My Crown Princess, you are the one and only fairy in my heart. You are dazzling enough without any adornment. So, Your Majesty, the beautiful Fairy, could you condescend to help a mortal like me and help us reach the blissful realm of the soul together?"

Bai Yue wanted to say something, but was soon drowned by the night. The painting in her hand seemed to feel the subtle atmosphere and gently slipped away from her palm. It quietly followed the wind's command and slowly drifted away to the unknown distance.

It was a dark night with a slanting moon, a beautiful lady leaning against a table with a light dream, her body swaying like a willow dancing in the wind, her voice as gentle as a song under the moon, her hair a little disheveled and her feelings lingering, her jade arms stretched out lightly with no time to spare, this scene is hard to describe but her heart is already intoxicated, the beauty is shared by both the world and heaven.