In the quick transmigration story, the most popular female supporting character is both delicate and

Yun Yao obtained a peace charm for Xie Qingye.

It's already February, and the peach blossoms are gradually blooming.

Perhaps due to the high temperature near the hot spring palace, the peach blossoms near the palace are blooming exceptionally profusely.

Yun Yao spent a long time trying to please Xiao Yan before she finally managed to get a brief chance to see Xie Qingye.

Although it was still a group of maids, it wasn't... this time, in addition to the maids, there was also a group of guards surrounding them...

But it doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway.

Under the peach tree.

Yun Yao handed him the peace charm she had obtained, saying, "I don't know if it works, but I heard from some people down the mountain that this temple has been worshipped for a long time, so it might really work."

Xie Qingye took the amulet and placed it on his chest. "You're so sincere, even the gods are moved by you. How could it not work?"

Yun Yao couldn't manage a smile, but she still managed a forced smile, pretending to be relaxed, "Yes, you'll definitely come back safely."

Xie Qingye resisted the urge to pull her into his arms, took off the red ribbon binding her hair, and handed it to her.

"I'll keep this red string for you, as a keepsake, so you won't miss me too much and secretly cry in bed."

"This red string was a gift from me, yet you're still giving it to me as a keepsake..."

She was joking, but tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving faint tear tracks on her delicate face.

"Why are you crying?" Xie Qingye flicked his finger away the tears on her cheek, his tone both distressed and helpless.

"I don't know why I'm crying."

Xie Qingye clearly said there was no danger at all, and he clearly said he would definitely come back.

But she didn't know why she was still crying.

Xie Qingye suppressed the bitterness in his heart and looked up at the peach blossoms in full bloom above him.

I estimate he'll be back in a month, two months at most, around March or April.

The peach blossoms were still in bloom then.

"When I come back, I will still be waiting for you under the peach tree."

Yun Yao nodded. "Mm."

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Before Xie Qingye left.

Xiao Yan tossed the sword to him, "Shall we have a match?"

"Fine," Xie Qingye drew his sword, casually tossing the scabbard on the ground. Since it belonged to Xiao Yan, he could do whatever he wanted with it.

After a few exchanges, the two were evenly matched.

But just when Xie Qingye thought it would be another draw and was about to finish his last move and sheathe his sword...

Xiao Yan neither leaned nor dodged, ... but he did not dodge the sword.

He was stabbed in the chest, and blood stained his clothes.

Xiao Yan dealt with it hastily and then left.

Yun Yao was in her room, drinking the tonic that Xiao Yan had the imperial physician prescribe for her.

But he lost his grip and the bowl fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

She hadn't done these small things in a long time; she was just picking up broken porcelain, and her hand got injured in the process.

When Xiao Yan saw that her hand was injured, he asked her anxiously what happened.

Yun Yao casually said that she had been accidentally cut by a piece of porcelain, but when she looked up, she saw that his chest was stained with blood.

He was so badly injured himself, and he didn't care about it at all, but he was worried about the small cut on her finger...

She sighed, "I'll apply the medicine and bandage it for you."

Xiao Yan seemed flattered, and his face, which usually held a sharp and cold edge, appeared youthful. "Really?"

"Take off your clothes."

"Hmm," Xiao Yan casually took off his clothes, seemingly oblivious to the bloodstains drying on his clothes and the pain from pulling at his wounds.

They returned to the Imperial Palace from the hot spring resort.

Xiao Yan went to Zhonghe Palace to handle memorials.

Yun Yao, surrounded by her maids, went to the Qianqing Palace.

But unfortunately, or rather, very coincidentally...

She saw Wen Linyue hang herself with a white silk ribbon and commit suicide at the entrance of Qianqing Palace.

The accompanying maid ordered someone to quickly get rid of this unlucky creature.

Yun Yao leaned against the pillar, slightly out of breath.

With so many people dead, one more death doesn't matter, does it?

Moreover, he was just a relatively unrelated person.

What's there to be sad about?

Yes, there's nothing to be sad about.

Yun Yao went in, holding onto the door, and wiped away her tears.

Within these high walls, one can only see the four directions of heaven and earth.

The moonlight was only a tiny inch of moonlight.

Only those who crave power can appreciate the allure of this palace.

But she wasn't.

She has no appetite and can't eat anything every day.

But she was afraid that when Xie Qingye came back, he would ask her why she wasn't taking good care of herself and why she was so thin from hunger.

So even when I can't eat anymore, I still force myself to eat a few more bites.

But one night...

She dreamed that Xie Qingye called her name.

It was still under the peach tree.

He was dressed in red, his hair tied up high and flowing in the spring breeze, a long sword in his hand. Petals fluttered down, landing on his clothes.

But he looked disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and his blood stained the peach petals scattered on the ground red.

He handed her the amulet, saying he had been very careful and hadn't let any blood splatter on it.

Even though there was a scene of pink peach blossoms fluttering behind him.

However, it was interspersed with countless sounds of fighting, screams, and the clash of weapons.

She reached out and took the amulet.

In an instant, he was seen holding a long spear, kneeling on one knee on the battlefield where corpses lay strewn everywhere and blood flowed like a river.

The cold wind was biting, ruffling his hair.

She woke up crying.

I don't know how long I cried in my dream, but my pillow was already soaked.

She thought it was another nightmare.

She clutched the red string under the pillow tightly in her hand.

Xie Qingye said he would come back.

The maid picked a few peach blossoms from the back garden. But most of the blossoms had already faded. Even though she had picked only the best ones, she still had to trim off the withered flowers before putting them in a vase.

Yun Yao then remembered to ask the maid what time it was.

She can't remember the days, and has long forgotten how much time has passed since she was at the hot spring palace.

It is now mid-April.

"By mid-April... the peach blossoms will have already faded," why hasn't Xie Qingye returned yet?

"They're going to fight this long..."

Upon hearing this, the maid with peach blossoms in her hair suddenly retorted, "The border turmoil ended long ago. What kind of war are you talking about, Your Highness?"

The maid next to her quickly nudged her, signaling her to shut up.

The maid realized she had spoken out of turn, and thought of those who had been beaten to death before...

She immediately knelt down on the ground, "Your Highness, I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again."

Where is Xie Qingye now?

Seeing the Crown Princess's serious expression, the maid panicked and blurted out everything she knew.

"Half a month ago, because reinforcements did not arrive in time, General Xie led two thousand men to defend the city gate alone and died in battle at Wuyin Pass."

She didn't ask Xiao Yan.

If Xiao Yan finds out, these maids will suffer the same fate.

only……

She started to lose her appetite, and even her favorite pastries from Taoyuanlou could only be eaten in one bite.

Emperor Xiao Yan asked the imperial physician to provide a diagnosis and treatment prescription.

But after all the diagnosis and treatment, all they could do in the end was prescribe some tonics to maintain the body's condition.

Xiao Yan held the person on the bed, tears streaming down his face, dripping onto the corner of her eye as if she were the one crying. "Why? Are you torturing me or yourself?"

Yun Yao's delicate figure resembled a heavy flower vine weighed down by wind and snow, beautiful yet fragile, pale and powerless.

Her voice murmured, so soft it seemed as if she might fly away at any moment, "I don't know..."

Xiao Yan knew he had made a mistake; he shouldn't have forcibly kept this person by his side, but...

why!

Why could he only let her go?

Is his destiny truly that he can't grasp anything?