Bo Qinghuan - Capítulo 32
"I'm not going." Yun Chan was extremely annoyed and kicked Qian Jun out the door.
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Since Yun Chan returned, Yun Tianhai and Qin Hu seem to have forgotten about the Mo Pavilion. When Xia Yi came to propose marriage, the fortress lord and his wife agreed without the slightest objection, so readily that Yun Chan found it somewhat abnormal.
Afterwards, the fortress began to busy itself with wedding preparations, and even because there weren't enough people, they hired many new servants to help.
When Yun Chan found Qin Hu, Qin Hu seemed to be engrossed in drafting the guest list, and Yun Chan called her twice but did not hear her.
"Mother, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"
Qin Hu snapped out of his reverie and patted Yun Chan's head: "Little Chan, do you like Yi'er?"
Why is Mother only asking this now? Suppressing the inexplicable unease in her heart, Yun Chan tried her best to make her face turn red, pretending to be ashamed to answer.
Qin Hu indeed stopped asking questions.
Unaware of the complex look that flashed in Qin Hu's eyes, Yun Chan glanced around at the busy people and asked curiously, "So many unfamiliar faces. Have you recently recruited a lot of new disciples and servants?"
Qin Hu gave her a flick on the forehead as usual: "It's all because you're useless. You've been kidnapped time and time again, making your father lose face, so he hired more people to strengthen the guards."
"Oh, oh." Yun Chan held her head and glanced outside. "Qing Qi seems to be here. I'll go take a look."
The corridor was winding, and Qingqi and Jiyue stood at one end, seemingly talking about something. In the past few days, the Xiaming Manor and Feiyun Fort families had been frequently visiting each other in preparation for the wedding, and servants would often come and go to deliver messages, so everyone was used to it.
Seeing Yun Chan walking towards them, Qing Qi nodded to Ji Yue, then turned and quickly left.
Yun Chan swallowed back the words she was about to say to Qing Qi, and could only turn to Ji Yue and say, "Why do I feel like Qing Qi seems to dislike me lately?"
Because Qingzhu died, Qingqi must be filled with hatred. Jiyue's eyes dimmed: "No, that's not true, Miss. Why are you thinking such nonsense all the time?"
Yun Chan smiled and asked, "What were you and Qing Qi talking about just now?"
Since returning the day before yesterday, she had taken the initiative to end her cold war with Jiyue, but the rift that had formed was not easily erased. Those heartfelt words they once shared would never be possible again. Or rather, no, she was the only one who had ever truly opened her heart to him.
That's all.
Yun Chan glanced at Ji Yue, who had fallen silent, and waved her hand, saying, "Forget it, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."
Ji Yue suddenly said, "Miss, you should no longer associate with Lou Guyan, and you should not go to that appointment by the lake in the western suburbs."
Yun Chan felt a little uncomfortable: "He asked you to spy on me."
"No..." Ji Yue hurriedly tried to explain. The manor lord had only ever asked her to protect the young lady. It was she who had taken it upon herself to report after seeing Lou Guyan come to see the young lady, but the manor lord had only given a "hmm" after hearing it.
Who could have imagined? That proud person seemed to become humble overnight, too afraid to move in order to hold onto any possibility, until even the onlookers felt bitter.
Yun Chan interrupted Ji Yue's explanation: "I won't go to the West Suburb Lake. Don't worry about me."
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That's what they said, but ten days later, when the moon was high in the sky, Qianjun kicked open Yunchan's door.
Seeing Yun Chan already asleep in bed, the beauty persisted, "Ugly girl, you really aren't going? Don't worry, I've already taken care of that girl outside your room. You should go now..."
Disturbed from her sleep, Yun Chan pulled the blanket over her face: "Where are you going? If you're so free, why don't you go find your own Mr. Right?"
Uh, Qianjun was frustrated. She had been really free lately. The wooden-headed Shen Yao had been busy looking for his missing master and hadn't had time for her. She was really bored out of her mind.
Qianjun stepped forward and shook the person on the bed: "No, I can't take it anymore. The more I think about it, the more I feel that Master Xia is really not a good match for you..."
Yun Chan rolled over and stood up: "Didn't you say that if you fall in love with someone, what does it matter if he is the enemy of the whole world?"
Qianjun choked back a sob: "That's true. But he's the leader of a demonic sect, ruthless and cruel. It's a bit too much of a shock to be paired with you. Why don't we try someone else..."
It's etched into my heart, a deep scar, not just a piece of clothing. How can I change it? Yun Chan tried to explain to Qian Jun, "No one can replace it. Even if I turned into a pig, an ant, or ashes, the dead Xia Yi would still recognize me. I feel the same way about him."
Same here. There won't be another person like that.
What kind of analogy is that? Qianjun's face darkened, then he retorted, unconvinced, "How do you know Lou Guyan wouldn't recognize me?"
After saying that, the stubborn beauty ignored Yun Chan's protests, quickly pressed several acupoints on her, and then carried her and swaggered towards the West Suburb Lake.
The night was still shrouded in mist, the moon shone brightly, and the hazy starlight sprinkled on the lake on the outskirts of the city, creating a scene like a fairyland.
After arriving at the lake and checking the time, Qianjun began to peel off Yunchan's clothes.
Yun Chan asked in alarm, "What are you going to do?"
While busy working, Qianjun replied, "Let's swap clothes and change our appearances, and see if Lou Guyan will recognize us when she comes."
"No, please release my pressure points! It's so cold at night."
"Don't make a sound..."
After changing clothes, it was almost midnight. Qianjun stuffed Yunchan behind a large rock nearby, casually silencing her by pressing her acupoint, then smugly said, "I'm going to meet that guy surnamed Lou first. If he recognizes me as an imposter, I..."
"I'll release your pressure points."
Yun Chan stared wide-eyed. What do you mean? What if he doesn't recognize you? You're just going to elope with him and abandon me?
Qianjun pinched Yunchan's little face, then turned and walked towards the brightest spot in the moonlight by the lake.
Footsteps approached from behind.
"Oh, you're quite punctual." Qianjun turned around, forcing a smile, only to see an unfamiliar woman in purple standing before him.
Qianjun could only awkwardly say, "What a coincidence, miss, you're also here waiting for someone?"
Unexpectedly, Zi Ying drew her soft sword and unceremoniously wrapped it around her waist: "Miss Lao Yun, come with me."
Qianjun was shocked and staggered several steps away: "Who are you? Trying to capture Ugly Girl?"
The other person's lightness skill was several levels higher than before, and Zi Ying also noticed something was wrong: "You're not Miss Yun?"
Finally realizing it was a trap, Qianjun was furious: "Who exactly are you? What's your purpose in pretending to be Lou Guyan and inviting that ugly girl here?"
Zi Ying didn't answer, and in an instant she swung her sword and entangled Qian Jun.
The heavy gold ring and hidden weapons had all been thrown into the bushes while she was changing clothes, leaving her unarmed and in a rather miserable state. She was both relieved that she hadn't let the ugly girl come out directly, and furious with the woman in purple: "You won't tell me, will you?"
"Yes? You must have something to do with Lou Guyan. Are you jealous of Ugly Girl and trying to harm her? If you don't tell me, I'll go tell Lou Guyan."
The wind whistled, and a murderous intent flashed in Zi Ying's eyes.
Xiaming Manor and Qingtu Sect have been dealing with Moge for so long. The Moge's last rebellion was orchestrated by Qingtu Sect. Later, the Pavilion Master was framed, which has now made everyone in the righteous path keep an eye on Moge.
Now we know that Xia Yi is not only the owner of Xia Ming Manor, but also the leader of the Qing Tu Sect. And Miss Yun is clearly a good bargaining chip that could threaten Xia Yi, yet the Sect Master refuses to touch her no matter what.
She came out tonight on her own to catch Yun Chan, and she absolutely cannot let the Pavilion Master know.
Thinking of this, Zi Ying became ruthless. She flipped the sword, unleashing a few sharp, silvery sparks.
That's ruthless. Seeing the unfavorable situation and fearing Ziying would discover Yunchan's hiding place, Qianjun immediately turned to lure her away. However, the soft sword behind him seemed to have anticipated her move, wrapping around her waist first, and Qianjun was instantly...
There was no escape; with a snap, he was struck on the heart meridian.
Time seemed to stand still.
Yun Chan was completely unable to move, and hearing Qian Jun's screams, she was immediately filled with anxiety and panic.
A gust of wind approached from afar, and Zi Ying sheathed her sword, not daring to linger any longer, and immediately disappeared into the night.
A fiery red voice rushed towards the lake. Xia Yi spotted Yun Chan behind a rock, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes. She quickly released her pressure points and asked anxiously, "Little Chan, are you alright?"
Once Yun Chan was free, she didn't bother to talk to him and just stumbled forward.
Under the moonlight, a woman lay on the grass by the lake. The temporary disguise on her face had probably been peeled off during the fight, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.
Yun Chan was terrified and picked her up with trembling hands.
Qianjun tried to lift his eyes, but they were unfocused: "Wood, is that you? You... finally... are willing to... hug me. That's so nice..."
Yun Chan cried desperately, "I'm not made of wood! I'll go find wood right now! Qian Jun, don't die!" She turned to Xia Yi and pleaded urgently, "Xia Yi, please save her! Please save her..."
The woman in Xiao Chan's arms had no color in her face. Xia Yi felt a little heavy-hearted. She bent down and reached out to touch her, but in the end, she was powerless: "Her heart meridian was shattered. It's too late."
Qianjun in her arms finally stopped moving. Yun Chan held her gradually cooling body, tears streaming down her face.
Xia Yi remained silent and squatted down to keep her company.
He didn't want to see her cry; her tears felt like they were cutting into his heart, but he didn't know how to comfort her. For the first time in his life, he felt powerless, and Xia Yi helplessly hugged her shoulders: "I'm sorry, Xiao Chan, I'm late."
When Jiyue told him that Xiaochan was missing, he thought she had finally chosen Lou Guyan, and his heart instantly turned cold. So he gave up on himself and wanted to let go.
But he should have come sooner.
If he had known Xiao Chan would cry like this, he should have come sooner.
The night was high and the wind was strong. The moonlight grew colder and colder, spreading out little by little on the equally cold lake surface, until it seemed that it could never warm up again.
Misunderstandings are truly a poison.
The sky was overcast, dark clouds pressed down, a clear sign of an impending storm.
Xia Yi stepped into Yun Chan's room, hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I have sent people to Qianjin Palace. Her... body has also been handed over to Madam Guiyue."
Yun Chan seemed not to have come to her senses. She lowered her head and hummed in response. After a while, she added softly, "Thank you."
His eyes were red and swollen, probably from crying all night. Xia Yi felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart. Knowing it was inappropriate, he still couldn't help but ask, "If I died, would you be this sad?"
Her red, tear-filled eyes suddenly lifted as she looked up at him.
Xia Yi looked away: "I was just asking casually, you don't have to answer."
But a hand held him tightly: "Of course I'll be sad, I'll be so sad I'll die."
Her voice was filled with panic and helplessness. Xia Yi felt a surge of emotions overwhelm him in an instant, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug her: "Xiao Chan, are you mad at me?"
Yun Chan remained silent.
Her peach blossom eyes dimmed again. Xiao Chan must be acting strangely. She said she wouldn't let her get hurt again, but he lied to her repeatedly, and now he's forcing her to accept him.
Xia Yi finally spoke with difficulty: "The marriage, if you don't want to..."