Las cosas malas suceden a menudo

Capítulo 25

When he turned to the page filled with information about Ye Lian, he read it carefully. When he saw the last sentence, his hand trembled slightly, and he didn't even notice the medical book falling from his hands.

Under the moonlight, Li Ge's expression was somewhat empty, his whole face as cold as the dead of winter, sending chills down one's spine.

The candlelight flickered in the study, its dim light illuminating a page filled with writings about Ye Lian. The last line of that page clearly stated: "If the person who is using the power to convert poison and the person being converted into poison engage in sexual intercourse, both will surely die."

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The people in this forum are all very enthusiastic. /f?kw=%B5%AD%D3%A3

Volume One: A Woman Among the People Named Qingyun Wuqing

Since Li Ge left the palace, Feng Xue hadn't heard from him for several months, except for that one time when the spirit bird came to deliver a message. And the message from the spirit bird was particularly strange.

Do not engage in sexual relations with men.

When she received the message, her first reaction was—what did Li Ge take her, Feng Xue, for? But upon reflection, there must be a reason behind Li Ge's words. And the reason Li Ge said that…

Feng Xue suddenly remembered the Night Lotus Poison in her body that time.

Could it be some kind of aftereffect?

Feng Xue reclined leisurely on a chaise lounge, a cup of Luohua tea sitting on a pearwood table beside her. She picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and her worries gradually dissipated, vanishing without a trace, just like the Luohua tea she had drunk.

With Li Ge around, she'll be fine. Even if the sky falls, Li Ge will hold it up.

Perhaps spending too much time with Li Ge has instilled similar thoughts into my mind.

Alas, she is becoming more and more inseparable from the song of parting.

Feng Xue put down the Luohua tea in her hand and continued to recline on the chaise lounge, gently fanning herself with a fan in her left hand. Small gusts of cool breeze came slowly, but they still couldn't wipe away the beads of sweat on Feng Xue's face.

If only she were lying on the millennia-old ice bed in the Valley of Absolute Dust!

Unfortunately, for the past few months, apart from court sessions and sleep, Situ Xingyun has spent almost all her time in her Snow Pavilion. Otherwise, she would definitely have gone to Juechen Valley to interrogate Li Ge properly and sleep on that ice bed.

The first time he came, he wanted to play chess.

The second time he came, he wanted to listen to the piano.

On his third visit, he wanted to recite a poem.

...

Over time, even though she didn't understand his intentions, she gradually got used to it. After spending more time together, she even began to think that Situ Xingyun also had a good side.

If they weren't husband and wife, if he weren't Prince Pingyan, and if she weren't Princess Fengxi, then they would definitely be very, very good friends.

However... all of this is contingent on the possibility of it being possible...

Volume One: A Woman Among the People Named Qingyun Wuqing (Part 2)

"Princess, what are you thinking about? You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't even notice me coming." Situ Xingyun waved his hand in front of Feng Xue's eyes, a broad smile on his face.

"Just daydreaming." Shifting her gaze, Feng Xue looked out the window at the scenery.

Beside the Snow Pavilion is a lotus pond, which in summer is covered with blooming lotus flowers on its emerald green surface. Occasionally, a few frogs croak on the verdant lotus leaves, creating a lively scene and showcasing the vibrant life of summer.

“The lotus flowers are especially beautiful this year.” For no apparent reason, Situ Xingyun suddenly blurted out, and then he recited a line, “The lotus rises from the mud yet remains unstained, washed by the clear ripples yet not seductive.”

Feng Xue was slightly taken aback, sensing that his words seemed to have a hidden meaning. She pursed her lips and echoed, "Indeed."

As if he hadn't heard Feng Xue's words, Situ Xingyun gazed at the lotus flowers in the pond and murmured, "How many women in this world can truly be called Lotus Fairies?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Feng Xue's eyes, but she did not turn her head. Her eyes remained fixed on the lotus pond, and she said indifferently, "Perhaps there is a lotus fairy hidden in the Prince's mansion."

"Oh?!" Situ Xingyun raised his thick eyebrows and said with great interest, "Is the princess implying that she is the Lotus Fairy?"

Feng Xue turned her head back and looked at him quietly, then asked, "Does Your Highness think Feng Xue might be the Lotus Fairy?" Her eyes were clear, even more so than those of a lotus flower.

"Hehe..." Situ Xingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, "How can the Lotus Fairy be compared to the princess?"

Feng Xue blinked. "Then... what does Your Highness think Feng Xue is?"

"In my opinion, the princess should be..." After scrutinizing Feng Xue from head to toe, Situ Xingyun pondered for a long time, yet still couldn't find a suitable description. While peonies were noble, they were also somewhat vulgar; chrysanthemums, though elegant, were too detached from fame and fortune. She possessed one of the Four Gentlemen of Flowers, but none truly suited her. Moreover...

Situ Xingyun was somewhat annoyed.

He couldn't see through her.

Seeing Situ Xingyun so frustrated for the first time, Feng Xue couldn't help but laugh. Her laughter was as clear as silver bells, and her usually indifferent eyes were filled with a hint of amusement. Her eyes shone brightly, even more dazzling than the sunlight outside.

Situ Xingyun suddenly felt surrounded by the warmth of summer sunshine, and the laughter was like heavenly music, even more melodious than a famous piece of music, its lingering sound lasting for days. His dark eyes were momentarily captivated.

But it was only for a moment. Situ Xingyun narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura began to permeate the surroundings.

Feng Xue stopped laughing and said softly, "Has Your Highness figured out which kind of flower Feng Xue is in this world?"

"The princess is of noble birth and unparalleled nobility. Even if all the rarest flowers in the world were gathered, they would not be worthy of her. Moreover, comparing the princess to flowers would only diminish her noble status."

“Your Highness is right.” Feng Xue picked up her teacup, lifted her veil, tilted her head slightly, and took a small sip of Luohua tea. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Feng Xue called out, “Qingyi, brew some tea.”

"Yes." Upon hearing Feng Xue's call from outside the room, Qingyi quickly pushed open the door, walked to the pearwood table, picked up the empty teacup, lowered her head, and quietly walked out, lest she disturb the princess and prince inside.