La pluie printanière est comme du vin, les saules comme de la fumée

Chapitre 15

He threw down a harsh remark and fled in disarray.

Volume One: A woman named Qingyun admires him among the common people.

Watching his retreating figure, Qingyun's lips curled into a mocking smile. What a cowardly, selfish, weak, and philandering man!

Compared to him, Situ Xingyun is much better!

Realizing what she was thinking, Qingyun's breath caught in her throat. This was the second time today that she had thought of Situ Xingyun.

She bit her lip slightly, guessing: She must be going crazy from all the pressure from Li Ge to write these days!

Shaking off the thoughts in her mind, she scanned the entire room, and when her eyes met a deep gaze, she paused slightly. Looking closer, she realized the figure had vanished.

Such incredible agility!

"Ladies and gentlemen, please forgive me for disturbing your enjoyment today. I sincerely apologize to everyone present. Please continue the celebration; I will take my leave now." Qingyun pursed her lips and said loudly.

After speaking, without paying attention to what the people present were saying, he grabbed Shuangdie's waist and flew away.

After delivering Shuangdie to the boat she had mentioned, Qingyun nodded to her and said, "When you go out in the future, remember to bring a few people who know martial arts." She pinched Shuangdie's delicate face, "It would be best if you also wore a veil."

"Yes. Thank you for saving my life, young lady." Shuangdie slightly bent her knees and bowed gracefully, like a willow by the river, so frail that it evoked pity.

Perhaps Situ Xingyun simply likes women like this!

Qingyun frowned, suppressing the name that flashed through her mind again, and quickly helped Shuangdie up. "There's no need for such a grand gesture. We're all women, so it's only natural and right for me to save you."

"Girl, won't you look down on Shuangdie?" she asked somewhat shyly, her head lowered and her face flushed.

"Look down on me?!" Qingyun smiled. "Why would I look down on you?" she asked matter-of-factly.

The two butterflies were stunned.

That day at the Butterfly Pavilion, when she asked Prince Situ this question hesitantly, Prince Situ asked in return, "Why do you look down on me?"

They look very similar!

The two butterflies smiled gracefully, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, exuding a captivating charm.

"Young lady, what is your name?" Shuangdie asked after a moment's hesitation.

"A name is just a code, why bother remembering it? Miss Shuangdie, farewell." With a fist salute to her, Qingyun leaped, skimming the water's surface, and gracefully departed from the Flower River.

Shuangdie watched that dashing, grass-green figure disappear like an arrow, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

If only she could be so carefree, so courageous, so bold...

With a sigh, she turned and went back to her cabin.

Volume One: A Folk Woman Named Qingyun is Admired 2

The setting sun cast a golden glow on the street, as if a golden veil had been laid out, so gentle and soft that it soothed even one's heart.

Even as it was getting dark, the streets were still bustling with traffic, and the lively atmosphere was no less than during the day.

On the street, Qingyun strolled leisurely.

Situ Xingyun was summoned to the palace by her father today. Knowing her father's temperament, he would definitely keep her there until late at night before letting her go. Otherwise, she wouldn't be out wandering around in broad daylight.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light flashed before her eyes.

At a jewelry stall not far away.

A pair of crystal pear blossom earrings shimmered in the sunset.

Qingyun walked forward.

Just as she was about to reach out and pick up the earrings, a calm yet subtly domineering voice rang in her ear—"I want these earrings."

Qingyun paused for a moment, then ignored the voice in her ear, picked up the pair of crystal pear blossom earrings, and smiled, "Boss, I'll take these earrings."

The stall owner looked at the two customers in front of him, wondering which one to sell to.

"Keep the change." He put down a silver ingot and snatched the pear blossom earring from her palm with a speed that Qingyun hadn't expected.

"Very well, very well." The shopkeeper beamed with joy. This ingot of silver was worth more than he earned in a whole day.

Qingyun turned her head.

Her clear eyes looked at the person who had just arrived.

His long, jet-black hair was tied up with a white jade crown, his black robes fluttered in the wind, and he was exceptionally handsome and outstanding. Every gesture he made exuded a natural and domineering aura. His pair of blue eyes were deep and unfathomable, like blue gemstones.

The deep gaze reminded her of that fleeting look she had just received in the cabin.

He wore a plain black dress, with a single petal inconspicuously placed on the lapel. The petal was as red as blood, resembling a raging flame, extremely rampant.

He... was a person who had left the palace.

And he is Jun Wuhen! The one Qingyun admires!