novelhk Chapter 223 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 57
Chapter 223 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 57
She walked over to the desk, picked up her pen, wrote a few lines on the file, and then ordered it to be sent to the garrison in the royal capital. Her keen political intuition, accumulated over the years, told her that this crisis would be a severe test for the court and even the entire country.
Her only choice was to keep the elite troops of the royal division firmly in her hands and not allow her to relax at all.
At this moment, Yun Piao inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure in holding power and taking charge of the overall situation. She thought that she would once again continue her miracle and create the glory of the Great Qi Dynasty.
The flickering candlelight illuminated her calm yet stern expression. The rain grew heavier, and the sound of dripping water from the eaves merged into one, like the beating of countless war drums.
"Where does this power come from..." Yun Piao whispered, his voice a little tired, but also a little resolute. "No matter who it is, as long as I, Yun Piao, am still alive, they are not allowed to invade the royal capital even a single step."
The rainy night was deep, and in this center of power, a crisis was brewing. The rain intensified, but the candlelight burned brighter, illuminating her serene face.
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Yun Qian sat alone in her room, the pear blossoms outside the window blown down by the wind, drifting quietly inside and landing beside the desk. The hustle and bustle of the past few days had given her a headache. The piles of wedding dress designs, gift lists, and the complex wedding rituals had been overwhelming. This morning, she had refused the Minister of Rites's renewed greeting, citing illness, and finally found a moment of peace and quiet.
During this period, it wasn't just the complicated wedding arrangements that had been bothering her. Qi Heyao was also constantly bothering her. As a prince, shouldn't he be in charge of his own affairs? Yun Qian didn't understand. But when she thought of the existence of Yun Piao, a political strongman, Yun Qian suddenly realized something.
A person's character cannot be changed. Now that Aunt Yun Piao has recovered from her illness, she naturally likes to make her own decisions. Besides, Aunt Yun Piao is probably thinking about the approaching wedding date and wants to give Qi Heyao more time to rest.
Just as she was frowning and flipping through a booklet, Chun Xi quietly pushed the door open and walked in, looking nervous: "Miss, there is a letter. A little boy just brought it."
"A letter?" Yun Qian took it and noticed there was no signature on the cover, her brows furrowed slightly. She waved Chun Xi away and unfolded the letter herself.
It's a poem.
"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?"
Yun Qian watched and muttered to himself, feeling quite confused.
The ink on the letter was fresh and crisp, the flowing handwriting strikingly catching her eye. Yun Qian instantly recognized the familiar handwriting; it was undoubtedly Qi Jueyu's. However, before she could even consider the letter's contents, a look of alarm crept between her brows. For this letter to have slipped through the palace's numerous security guards and reached her hands was no ordinary feat.
Yun Qian repeatedly examined the thin piece of paper, applying a slight pressure to her fingertips, her mind spinning like a roulette wheel. What was the identity of the boy who delivered the letter? To be able to deliver the letter to the palace, his background must be extraordinary, and there might even be someone behind the scenes.
Thinking of this, she could no longer hold back, she stood up, folded the letter and put it away, then called out loudly to the door, "Chun Xi!"
Soon, Chun Xi rushed in, with a puzzled look on her face: "What do you want, young lady?"
"Go and bring back the boy who delivered the letter just now. I have something to ask him." Yun Qian's tone was calm, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
Chun Xi was taken aback, obviously not expecting Yun Qian to be so serious about a letter, but she immediately responded, "Yes, I'll go right away."
After Chunxi left, Yun Qian turned her gaze back to the letter and looked at it again.
The scent of ink filled her nostrils, and the brushstrokes radiated power and boldness. Yun Qian's heart trembled, and after a moment of distraction, she immediately began to ponder the key...
Who can write for you, the Taixuan Sutra in your old age? The last two lines of "Xia Ke Xing" originally came from the poem. Even if we connect various factors, we really can't see the meaning behind them... what exactly is it?
Yun Qian suddenly felt that she might still know very little, which was why she didn't understand the meaning.
Just as she was deep in thought, suddenly... she turned slightly sideways with the letter paper in her hand and tried to put it on the table. Unexpectedly, as she turned slightly, the sunlight outside the stained glass window immediately shone through and fell on the letter paper. Suddenly, the originally silk-white letter paper turned into a dyed cherry red.
"If you wish to withdraw, do not hesitate. On the fifteenth of next month, the ferry will pick you up outside the city gate."
New, or real content has emerged.
A trace of surprise flashed across Yun Qian's brows.
She read the letter over and over again, her heart churning. The tone of the letter was familiar yet revealed an unquestionable certainty, as if Qi Jueyu was speaking to her in her ear.
But how did he get the letter into the heavily guarded palace?
She clutched the letter tightly in her hand, her fingers exerting a slight pressure, almost crumpling the thin paper. The contents of the letter stirred a thousand ripples in her heart: if she agreed to leave him, it would mean she would completely break free from the constraints of power and marriage, but it would also mean she would be caught in an unknown vortex and even become the target of public criticism.
There was no way she was leaving. As soon as she saw those words, Yun Qian rejected the invitation.
She looked out the window, where pear blossoms fell like snow. It was a bitter winter, and she almost subconsciously wanted to touch her belly, but stopped herself before she actually touched it.
"The fifteenth of next month..." She whispered the date, her voice so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind.
The fifteenth of next month...is her wedding day.
Yun Qian carefully folded the letter and hid it in her sleeve. Suddenly, she frowned, realizing she couldn't do it. She had several plans in mind... but she just didn't know which one to choose. To complete her mission, she had to plan every step carefully...
Outside the Golden Palace on the other side, Qi Heyao was standing upright in front of the palace door, waiting for Yun Piao's summons.
Hearing that the battle at the front was urgent, he felt worried... On the one hand, he was thinking about what to do if Queen Yun asked him to go to the front to supervise the battle, but on the other hand, he felt a little unwilling... In his heart, he hoped that the rebels could be eliminated as soon as possible, but just because Queen Yun didn't want him to know didn't mean that he really knew nothing.
Some time ago, Yun Piao suddenly told him not to worry about the war on the front line and to focus on handling the rest of the daily affairs. After that, Qi Heyao was kicked out of the highest decision-making department.
During this period of time, he tried to listen to Yun Piao's words and stopped trying to interfere, but...
Thinking of this, Qi Heyao frowned deeply.
He learned that among the leaders... there was a monk. Rumor had it that he sat firmly in the center of the army, often striking a decisive blow, and was resourceful and decisive. As the battle situation at the front grew increasingly critical, Wang's army marched hurriedly, sometimes being ambushed by them without even realizing it.
There were wins and losses in the battle between the two sides, but at the moment, the momentum of this rebel force is still too strong...
It was not a good thing for such a thing to happen on the eve of his wedding.