Las cosas malas suceden a menudo

Capítulo 95

Qingyun's lips twitched slightly.

Sure enough, the room was filled with all sorts of odds and ends, including a book she had written two years ago. Did this mean her book was also a treasure?

At this moment, Li Ge's gaze followed Qing Yun's and fell on that inconspicuous corner, but what he saw was not the light blue book, but a painting that was covered by a sapphire blue vase.

Li Ge walked over and carefully lifted the vase, then picked up the painting. Qing Yun also stepped forward.

When the two first saw the painting, they both held their breath, deeply shocked, their feet seemingly rooted to the ground, unable to move.

The painting was filled with large, vibrant blood blossoms, upon which sat a woman in red, casually caressing a jade zither. Her red skirt concealed the alluring blood-red flowers. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, stunningly so; a single, alluring glance was enough to make any man bow down in submission. A gentle sweep of her silver eyes was enough to captivate the soul.

The woman in red smiled slightly. Her crimson lips were alluring, as if smeared with human blood, and the blood flowers all around her bloomed brilliantly for her, blossoming with a bewitching charm.

Her entire being seemed to embody the word "charm".

If Qingyun's beauty is otherworldly, a beauty that even fairies would envy, then the beauty of the woman in the painting is otherworldly, a beauty that even a fox demon who has cultivated for a thousand years would find inferior.

After a long while, Qingyun and Lige exchanged a glance and said in unison the name of the woman in red: "Meijue".

Even if one has never met the Palace Mistress of Qin Palace, but has only heard of her captivating charm, who else but Mei Jue could be so breathtakingly alluring?

Suddenly, Qingyun and Lige noticed a faint signature at the bottom of the painting—"Immortal".

Qingyun was startled.

To capture the allure of the Palace Mistress of Qin Palace so vividly, how could one not love her and create such a realistic and captivating portrayal?

If the Immortal Elder loved Meijue, Meijue loved the Dust Elder, and the Dust Elder also loved Meijue, then wouldn't the battle at White Bone Cliff have been a tragedy unknown to anyone?

To kill the one you love, to die by the sword of the one you love—what immense pain that must be!

Or perhaps, there was another hidden story behind the battle at White Bone Cliff?

However, only the old man knows whether it's true or not!

What kind of woman is Mei Jue, the mistress of Qin Palace?

For some reason, a strong desire arose in Qingyun's heart at this moment. She wanted to understand Meijue clearly and know everything about her.

"Li Ge, let's search this room and see if there's anything else related to Mei Jue?"

Seeing Qingyun's determined gaze, Li Ge was somewhat surprised. He rarely saw her so persistent about something. He nodded and said, "Okay."

However, after searching for an entire day, turning almost the whole room upside down, they found nothing except for the painting.

Qingyun pursed her lips in disappointment.

Li Ge remained calm. He glanced at the darkening sky outside and smiled as he comforted Qingyun, "Woman, it's getting late. Let's go back first! We can ask Elder Xian in person next time we meet him. It's much better than us spending the whole day searching."

Qingyun had no choice but to nod.

As dusk settled, a crescent moon quietly peeked out, followed by scattered stars. The outlines of furniture in the wooden cabins of the fairy valley were faintly visible; the tea on the wooden table had long since gone cold, and the half-eaten steamed bun had hardened.

Qingyun lowered her eyes in disappointment.

It seems the old immortal hasn't returned yet.

"Li Ge, should we leave a note to tell the old man that we were here?"

Li Ge nodded and took a dried pear blossom from her white robes, placing it on the wooden table. "This is a token from Juechen Valley. I believe Elder Xian should be able to understand it. Woman, it's getting late. If we don't go back soon, Qingyi will worry."

"Um."

Their voices gradually faded into the boundless night.

Not long after the two left, a door opened silently in the darkness, and an old man in a blue robe entered the storeroom where Qingyun and Lige had just left. He bent down, picked up the painting from the ground, and carefully rolled it up and put it into his robe. A strange emotion flashed in his weathered eyes, and he lightly stomped his feet a few times before disappearing into thin air.

A cold, dark basement.

The basement was filled with ice blocks, everything was pure white, a whiteness that sent chills down your spine. Entering here was like falling into a frigid ice valley.

The old man walked on the ice, his eyes vacant, walking straight ahead until he reached an iron gate. Only then did his eyes return to normal, filled with a gentle light.

He gently pushed open the iron gate and tiptoed inside, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

Behind the iron gate, a huge ice coffin sat quietly.

Inside the ice coffin lay a woman in red, her face devoid of color, yet still breathtakingly alluring.

The old man knelt beside the ice coffin, his eyes fixed on the woman inside, his calloused hands gently stroking her cold face. His face was filled with tenderness.

"My absolute best."

Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Good Marriage, and the Kidnapping Part 1

The night was cool and still.

A woman reclined languidly on a chaise longue covered with white fox fur. She wore a brocade jacket embroidered with gold butterflies and flowers, and a skirt with cloud-patterned butterflies and flowers. A golden sparrow and pearl hairpin was casually inserted into her high, flowing hair. With a gentle sway, the golden light shimmered, exuding an air of wealth and luxury.

The woman fluttered her eyelashes and whispered, "Zi Xing, is Xi'er asleep?"

"Your Highness, His Highness the Crown Prince has just fallen asleep."

The two butterflies closed their eyes and let out a soft sound.