Las cosas malas suceden a menudo

Capítulo 85

The woman in purple was pale, her eyes bloodshot. When she heard her words, she laughed, her voice tinged with sadness, "Yes! Madam is the happiest woman!"

Zi Yi forced a smile, quietly retreated to a corner, and stopped participating in their conversation.

Soon after, Jun Wuhen and Qingyun walked in together.

Qingyun wore a Suzhou-embroidered moon-shine brocade robe and a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, and crystal pear blossom earrings dangled from her ears. Her jet-black hair was styled into a Yaotai bun, with a pear blossom jade hairpin inserted diagonally into the bun, and a few tiny pear blossoms adorning her temples. She looked like a fairy who did not eat the food of this world.

Beside her, Jun Wuhen was still dressed in black, with handsome features and an aura of domineering arrogance. Standing next to Qingyun, they truly made a perfect couple.

The maids and servants in the hall were completely stunned the moment they saw Qingyun. They felt that the mistress of the lord was like a fairy from heaven, and that even looking at her a few more times would be a desecration of the divine.

Qingyun took Jun Wuhen's hand and smiled gently.

When Yu Wuxia saw Qingyun, she paled in comparison. Not to mention her haggard appearance, even at her most beautiful, she couldn't compare to Qingyun's ethereal and otherworldly aura.

She lowered her head, her eyes slightly red, and glistening tears welled up in them.

"Wuxia, come and greet your sister-in-law." Jun Wuhen and Qingyun sat down at the dining table. When they saw Wuxia with her head down, Jun Wuhen spoke up.

Wuxia bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress a sob. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Cousin Wuhen, I'm not feeling well. I'm going back to my room."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and rushed out of the hall.

Green Plum, who was behind Yu Wuxia, quickly curtsied to Jun Wuhen and Qingyun, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty's wife, Green Plum will go and take care of Miss Wuxia."

Qingyun gently shook her head. "It seems Wuxia doesn't like me very much!"

Jun Wuhen frowned and said, "Wuxia's temper has been getting worse lately. It seems I've spoiled her too much. Yun'er, please don't take offense."

Qingyun smiled and said, "It's alright. I'll go check on Wuxia later."

"Alright." Jun Wuhen smiled gently. "Thank you for your trouble, Yun'er."

After they finished speaking, the two began to eat breakfast.

Jun Wuhen would occasionally serve food to Qingyun, and Qingyun would smile slightly and then serve food to Jun Wuhen in return. There was an indescribable harmony between the two. The servants and maids behind them were dumbfounded.

They had never seen such a gentle look in the Lord's eyes, nor had they ever seen such a tender smile on his lips, like the breath of spring after the snow melts in winter.

They swallowed hard and all looked at the Lady of the Lord.

Qingyun ate quietly with her eyes lowered and her brows drooping. Her long, slender eyelashes, like tassels, would occasionally lift slightly, and her clear eyes, like a summer stream, would sparkle with a gentle smile.

This is a picture so perfect that one can't bear to destroy it.

The woman in purple behind Qingyun had her head bowed, her lips pressed into a pale line, and her eyes flickered.

As if noticing the change in Zi Yi, Jun Wuhen's gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept over her slightly clenched fist, a complex light flashing in his blue eyes.

At that moment, a man named Gebu walked in from outside.

He was none other than Jun Wuhen's eldest disciple—Wu Si.

Wu Si strode in, bowed slightly to Jun Wuhen and Qing Yun, then leaned close to Jun Wuhen and whispered something in his ear. Jun Wuhen's brows immediately furrowed, and a chilling ruthlessness flashed across his icy blue eyes, as cold as the depths of a pool in the twelfth lunar month, sending shivers down one's spine.

When Qingyun, who was scooping porridge, caught a glimpse of that ruthless look, her hand paused. It was as if ice water from a high mountain had been poured into her heart, and that ice water was slowly condensing into ice, freezing her body.

At this moment, Jun Wuhen turned his head and smiled gently at Qingyun. There was no ruthlessness in his eyes, only the gentleness of spring water, as if the ruthlessness he had just seen was just a momentary illusion.

"Yun'er, there's an urgent matter in the palace. I'll come and keep you company tonight after I've dealt with it."

The ice melted somewhat unnaturally. Qingyun lowered her eyes and scooped the porridge from the spoon into the bowl. Then she looked up and smiled sweetly, "Okay."

His eyes were crystal clear, like snowmelt from the Tianshan Mountains, as if all things in the world would pale in comparison. They were also like a clear bronze mirror, reflecting all the affairs of the world.

Wu Si was taken aback.

He had seen those eyes once before, at a banquet at the Prince of Pingyan's residence. Only then, those eyes held a greater sense of serenity and nobility than the Lady's.

However, Princess Fengxue and Lady Zunzhu have one thing in common: they both possess an aura that makes people afraid to approach them.

Suddenly, Wu Si sensed Jun Wuhen's slightly displeased gaze, and he quickly averted his eyes from Qing Yun. "This disciple will take his leave for now. Wu Si will wait for Master at the White Tiger Tower."

"No need, I'll go to White Tiger Tower with you." Seeing his gaze shift away, Jun Wuhen's expression improved slightly. Then he and Wusi hurriedly headed to White Tiger Tower.

Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Separated Palace, Yet a Perfect Match is Formed - Jade Without Flaws 2

After Jun Wuhen and Wusi left, Qingyun also dismissed the servants in the hall, leaving only Ziyi alone.

After everyone left, Qingyun stuck out her tongue lightly at the woman in purple behind her, "I really don't like having a bunch of people following me around watching me eat!"

Upon seeing the gentle smile in Qingyun's eyes and her adorable expression, the gloom on Ziyi's face vanished without a trace, replaced by a tender look.

"Um."

Qingyun suddenly frowned. She noticed that Ziyi's eyes were bloodshot. "Ziyi, did you not sleep well last night?" She remembered telling her to go to bed early last night.

Seeing Qingyun's concerned look, Ziyi felt a warmth in her heart and smiled, "Madam had her wedding yesterday, and Ziyi was so happy that she couldn't sleep."

As if a warm current flowed into her heart, Qingyun chuckled and took Ziyi's hand, "Silly girl."

Suddenly, a familiar phrase flashed through her mind—"If the princess is happy, then Qingyi is happy!"

Qingyun bit her lower lip, softly murmuring the name "Qingyi" in her heart, a strange feeling gradually rising from the bottom of her heart.

It felt as if a tiny needle was spinning in my heart, and a piercing pain spread through me.