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

Chapter 265 Previous Life 1

Extra 1 (previous life)

The drifting snow froze and covered the entire capital in white.

This is the first year that Yun Qian was demoted to Qianqiu Temple.

In fact, she has been the queen for only a year. From being the most popular noble lady to being an abandoned woman in the imperial temple today, Yun Qian no longer feels anything after the passage of time.

The blanket of snow reminded her of her youth in the capital—the bustling temple fairs, New Year's Eves spent with her family, and the years of her youth shrouded in the wind and snow. Sometimes she would sit in the corridor outside the temple, her fingertips stroking the worn sleeves of her clothes. She would sometimes tell herself that she had walked this path step by step, and she couldn't blame others or fate. But occasionally, on snowy nights, she would still think of the Yun family's former glory. She even wondered, if only... would everything be different? Alas, there are no ifs.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she would think about the past with Qi Heyao. She no longer felt nostalgia or unforgettable memories, but confusion. She began to wonder why she fell in love with him, why she believed everything Qi Heyao said, why?

What she thought about more was the Yun family. Sometimes when she woke up suddenly, her mind was full of the voices and smiles of her father and brother, and sometimes... it was also the sister who once lay on her lap. At first, when she thought of Yun Li, she was angry. She was angry that Yun Li was so stupid and that she wanted to enter the palace.

But what she remembered more was a vague and inexplicable feeling of confusion. She had read the poems of the last emperor of the fallen country in poetry books. The fate of Empress Zhou was dissipated in her own illness and anger towards her sister.

"Darkness shrouds the air with light mist. Tonight I shall go to my lover's side. Barefoot, I walk on the fragrant steps, my golden slippers in hand.

I saw her on the south side of the painting hall, always leaning against me and trembling. It is difficult for me to come out, so I ask you to pity me as much as you want. "

She was only in her early twenties. Was she going to waste the rest of her life here? She didn't want to, but she didn't know what else to do.

At this moment, the man who looked like Qi Heyao appeared in her sight, arousing her interest...

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Truth will eventually come to light. When the truth was revealed, Yun Qian felt a belated fear.

The current emperor, the former crown prince, Qi Heyao, a man who had never been to Qianqiu Temple, actually came to Qianqiu Temple in a rage...

That day, the temple gate was surrounded by a large number of guards. Qi Heyao rushed into the hall angrily and saw Yun Qian leaning her head on Qi Jueyu's shoulders and arms.

"Queen! What are you doing?"

Qi Heyao's furious expression appeared before her, and furious exclamations echoed throughout the hall. After Yun Qian was surprised, she found that she felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

But not all the people in the Yun family are dead. At least her sister and her female relatives are now more or less in the palace.

"Why is your Majesty so angry?" She stood up and said calmly, "I have come here by your order, merely to cultivate in the temple. What could have caused your Majesty to come here in person?"

Qi Heyao sneered and pointed at the man: "Who is he?"

Yun Qian turned her head and glanced at the man, then said calmly, "Your Majesty said that I am just an abandoned woman. If I am an abandoned woman and I get to know some vulgar people, Your Majesty has no right to interfere."

"Do you want to die?"

Qi Heyao's rage seemed to have consumed his rationality. He pointed, his fingers stretched out, and he nearly bit his tongue as he spoke. As if remembering something, he suddenly turned and shouted at the palace servants and guards behind him, "Get out of here! If even a single word of what happened today gets leaked, you will all be beheaded!"

Just as the guards retreated as ordered, a sharp blade was pressed against Qi Heyao's neck the next moment.

Looking at the face in front of him that looked like his own, Qi Heyao was shocked and angry.

"you!"

"If you still want to live, then be quiet. For what you've done, I could kill you a thousand or ten thousand times. But before that, you should kneel before her and kowtow to her a hundred times."

"You killed her family and got involved with her sister. Don't you deserve to die?"

The monk in plain robes should have been sitting in the Buddhist temple chanting the Buddha's name, but now he was like a Rakshasa in the underworld, breaking his precepts for her and killing people for her.

Qi Heyao's gaze flickered between the blade and Qi Jueyu's face, his heart swirling with indescribable anger and shock. He suppressed his fear and sneered, "Well, I underestimated you. Who are you? How dare you commit such a treasonous act against me?"

Qi Jueyu applied a little force to his blade, and a trace of blood oozed from Qi Heyao's neck. He said coldly, "Do you think that just because you're so high and mighty, you can trample on the lives and dignity of others at will? Qi Heyao, your throne is nothing but a false shell. Today, I only need to make a single stroke, and you will be nothing."

"Qi Jueyu..." Qi Heyao suddenly murmured in a low voice, a flash of shock and disbelief in his eyes, "You are... Qi Jueyu!"

Yun Qian was slightly stunned, her eyes darting between the two men. She already knew that Qi Jueyu and Qi Heyao looked similar, but she had never imagined that they had a deeper connection.

"How dare you, a bastard, touch my woman?!"

The rustling sound of clothes was so subtle that it was almost invisible, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of a bright red blood mark on Qi Heyao's neck.

"Your Majesty, you can try again. Which is faster, your words or the knife in my hand? You brought people here, but... am I left with nothing?"

The man chuckled coldly a few times. If it weren't for Yun Qian, he wouldn't bother paying attention to this waste. The throne in his hands would be in his hands sooner or later, it just depended on whether he wanted it or not. But Yun Qian was the only variable in this catastrophe. It was her presence that made him want to get that position sooner.

When the city falls, he will personally take off Qi Heyao's head and give it to her as a betrothal gift. She will like it...

"Wait! Qi...Jueyu, don't do anything yet."

The man turned around and looked at her when he heard the voice, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes almost overflowed, but in the end he listened to Yun Qian's words obediently and brought Qi Heyao in front of her.

"I have something to ask him."

"Qi Heyao, listen carefully. I'm only asking these questions once, so just answer them."

"Has getting rid of the Yun family been part of your plan?"

Qi Heyao's eyes froze, as if all his disguises had been pierced. He didn't answer, but instead pursed his lips tightly, looking at Yun Qian with a complicated gaze. At that moment, she felt as if something had stabbed her chest fiercely—not the pain of a sharp knife, but the pain of countless tiny wounds that merged into a gurgling stream of blood, almost making her unstable.

"Qi Heyao..." Yun Qian's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "Why... don't you kill me together?"

"Why... don't you kill me together?"

When she spoke again, Yun Qian felt blood in her mouth, and her voice was difficult to speak, as if a sharp knife or sword was scraping at her throat, making her feel uneasy.

Qi Heyao finally spoke, his voice hoarse and filled with deep fatigue: "Qianqian, I want to go on with you. But why don't you want to stand with me?"

"Enough!" Yun Qian interrupted him harshly, the pain and hatred in her eyes intertwined, like a burning flame. She looked at this face that had once been so handsome in her eyes, and had once been her deepest support, but now she felt only nausea.

"You killed my parents and my brother, and you wiped out my entire Yun family! Qi Heyao, you still have the nerve to ask me why I didn't stand with you?" With every word she spoke, the anger in her chest erupted like a volcano. "You're the one who destroyed the bridge after crossing it! You're the one who's hypocritical and pretentious!"

Qi Heyao's face turned pale at her words. He wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't utter a single word. He had never imagined that the woman who had once been willing to go through fire and water for him would now look at him with such eyes, wishing to cut him into pieces.

Looking at this face that was once so handsome in her eyes, Yun Qian felt extremely disgusted and nauseous.

"...Do you really hate me this much?" Qi Heyao's voice dropped, a hint of fatigue and self-mockery barely concealed. He stared directly at Yun Qian, a complex mixture of pity and resentment woven into his eyes. "I blame you for thinking that letting your sister enter the palace would persuade you to return. But which throne in this world is easy to sit on?"

When he said this, his tone suddenly changed, and there was a bit of resentment and unwillingness: "I want to hold power in my hands, so I must do this! Do you really think that just because I, Qi Heyao, was born into this royal family, I can live a carefree life?!"

Qi Heyao's voice gradually rose, as if he was trying to defend himself. His fists clenched so tightly that they crackled, his knuckles turning white. "Yun Qian, you don't understand! You will never understand! Every step in the court is like treading on the edge of a knife. If I don't take action first, I will die without a burial place! Do you think I want to? I also..."