PDLP Chapter 201 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 35
Chapter 201 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 35
The early morning sunlight shone into the hall through the window screen, bringing warmth, but Yun Qian's brows were still slightly furrowed, and a sense of inexplicable uneasiness surged in her heart.
"Host, Qi Heyao is almost arriving in the capital."
The system's voice rang in his mind, like a thunderclap out of nowhere, breaking the tranquility in the hall.
Upon hearing this, Yun Qian lowered her eyes slightly, tapped her fingers on the window frame, and said in a slightly cold tone: "Why is it so sudden? There is not even a piece of news. Who summoned him back?"
After she finished speaking, she paused, questioning herself and answering her own questions. Her thoughts raced, and then she chuckled to herself, "Who else could it be? My aunt had just issued an edict a few days ago asking me to be his Crown Princess. Now she's urgently summoning him back. I'm afraid it's for this matter."
Her voice was calm, yet it tinged with helplessness and sarcasm. She had always understood that within the palace, even with her seemingly prestigious status, she was merely a pawn in political schemes. If her aunt changed her mind, what could she do?
At this moment, Chun Xi, who had just left, ran in again, looking anxious, and said, "Girl, the Queen Mother has sent someone to summon you."
Yun Qian's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Chun Xi became even more anxious, "Girl, the queen's entourage is already outside the door and is waiting for you to come over."
The expression on Yun Qian's face instantly turned colder. She turned around and sat back at the table, picked up the porcelain cup beside her, and said with a half-smile, "Let's go. Don't keep my aunt waiting too long."
She stood up, brushed off the wrinkles on her sleeves, and turned to walk out of the palace door.
Chun Xi hurriedly followed, a hint of worry in her eyes: "Miss, the Queen just hurried back to the palace this morning, and now she is anxious to summon you over. Is it related to..."
Yun Qian raised her hand gently and interrupted her: "Don't think too much. What my aunt has in mind is not something you and I can easily know."
She walked steadily, her demeanor calm, yet a hint of wariness lingered in her eyes. She had sensed an unusual atmosphere when she left Qianqiu Temple last night, and now that Queen Yun had suddenly summoned her, it was clearly more than just a simple greeting.
She had just learned from the system that Queen Yun had fainted last night. She was still confused and eager to know the truth.
After all... this jerk of a system wanted 500 points from her before it would tell her what happened last night... it was really asking for an exorbitant price.
The palace was serene, sunlight streaming down the bluestone pavement, illuminating her slender figure. The morning sun wasn't too strong, casting a soft glow on Yun Qian's figure. She wore a goose-yellow dress today, the sheer gauze draped lightly over delicate brocade, giving her a fresh and elegant look. The hem of her skirt was embroidered with delicate apricot blossoms, the delicate stitching framing the petals as if they would flutter to the wind at any moment.
A light white brocade belt gently cinched her waist, outlining her slender figure, just enough to hold her hand without feeling restrictive. The sleeves of her dress were wide and light, swaying slightly with each lift of her hand, like the shimmering surface of a lake, soft and graceful.
The light yellow dress accentuated her skin's creamy whiteness, and the coldness between her features seemed to be diluted by the warm hue, adding a touch of gentleness to her demeanor. Her long, dark hair was tied loosely into a bun, secured with a single, white jade hairpin. A few strands of hair fell naturally around her ears, fluttering in the breeze, adding a touch of casualness and softness to her appearance.
It was obvious that he was in a hurry to respond to the call from Queen Yun, and there was no extra embellishment.
As Yun Qian neared Fengyi Hall, she stood in front of the courtyard, sunlight filtering through the lush green trees onto her shoulders. She lowered her brows in deep thought, her pale yellow dress fluttering gently in the breeze, like a tranquil cloud, pure yet radiant. Her every move was like a gentle spring breeze, captivating yet difficult to discern the turmoil within.
When they reached the outside of Fengyi Palace, the attendants were already waiting at the door. Upon seeing Yun Qian, they immediately bowed their heads and greeted her respectfully: "Miss Yun, the Empress is waiting for you in the inner hall."
Yun Qian's face was calm. She nodded slightly and stepped into the hall.
The light inside Fengyi Hall was dim, and Yun Qian was immediately aware of a faint medicinal aroma upon entering. She glanced around and saw Queen Yun half-leaning on the couch, her face frighteningly pale. This, however, was also related to Queen Yun's usual appearance. After all, compared to her previous appearance, she was now... startling, her features revealing a depth that was difficult to fathom.
"Qian'er is here." Before Yun Qian could salute, she heard Queen Yun's voice sound a little weak, but still maintained her usual majesty.
"My aunt called me here, but what's the matter?" Yun Qian bowed slightly, her voice neither humble nor arrogant, with a hint of temptation in her tone.
Queen Yun didn't answer immediately, but simply stared at Yun Qian intently, as if searching her face for something. After a moment, she slowly spoke, "Qian'er, when you were at Qianqiu Temple a few days ago, did you notice anything unusual?"
Yun Qian was slightly startled, her brows furrowed slightly. "To answer my aunt, Qianqiu Temple does have a strange atmosphere sometimes, but I haven't delved into it too deeply."
"Hmm." Queen Yun lowered her eyes, her fingers gently stroking the jade ring in her palm, and said in a low voice, "Something did happen in Qianqiu Temple, and it even... implicated you."
Yun Qian's heart was moved, but her face remained calm: "My niece is stupid, I don't know what my aunt means."
Queen Yun raised her eyes to look at her, her gaze slightly complex. "I summoned you today to remind you not to interfere in the affairs of Qianqiu Temple, nor to ask too many questions. Just remember, if there are any disturbances in the palace, as long as my aunt is still alive, I will pave the way for you. You just need to be obedient."
Yun Qian lowered her eyes, a flicker of surprise in them. What had happened to Queen Yun? Such urgency, was the end near? No way, she'd managed to hold on for a few more years in her previous life. But… Queen Yun's words sounded concerned, but she could clearly sense a hidden meaning and a warning within them. Could such a prearranged life truly lead the Yun family on? Yun Qian wondered.
"Yes, my niece will remember it." Yun Qian replied in a low voice, but her doubts remained. It seemed that Queen Yun didn't want her to know anything.
Seeing her agree, Queen Yun's expression softened slightly and she waved her hand, "Go back and have a good rest. Don't worry about other things."
Yun Qian stood up but did not say goodbye. She stared at Queen Yun's suddenly pale face, her eyes filled with the admiration of a younger generation. "Aunt, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for just one day, how come you have become so thin..." At this point, Yun Qian shed a tear at the right time. She grasped the perfect amount of heartache and sadness impeccably.
Queen Yun looked at him, her eyes, always sharp and decisive, now reddening in the corners. She kept looking at her niece, waving her hand for her to come closer.