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

Chapitre 109

Qingyun paused, then gently plucked the strings of the zither.

Zi Yi sighed inwardly. Once someone had her secret thoughts revealed, she would naturally start plucking the strings of her zither.

After a long while, Qingyun fluttered her long eyelashes, which shimmered with light, and looked at Ziyi with a wistful expression, "Are you heartbroken?"

Unaware of Qingyun's unease, Ziyi nodded vigorously.

"Yes, it hurts."

Qingyun's heart skipped a beat, and her hands trembled slightly as she played the zither.

"Why does your heart ache?" "Madam, you are very lonely," the woman in purple said softly, her brows lowered. So lonely that it pained him. Perhaps he had made a mistake from the start. She was merely moving from one birdcage to a better one.

Qingyun bit her lower lip lightly, her gaze falling on the woman in purple not far away.

She wore a light purple silk dress, had delicate features, and those eyes...

Qingyun lowered her eyelashes and sighed softly, "Ziyi, step back. I want to be alone."

"……yes."

After Zi Yi stepped down, Qingyun lowered her head, her cascading hair sliding down her shoulders and landing on the jade zither, making a hissing sound.

After a long while, a crystal tear slid down, blooming into a bright tear flower on the jade zither.

"Farewell Song..."

The Imperial Palace.

"Nightmare, have you done what I asked you to do?"

"Your Majesty, the letter has been safely sent and should arrive the day after tomorrow." Ye Mei hesitated for a moment, "But Your Majesty, the power to leave the palace still rests with Jun Wuhen, and..."

"It's alright. That's not what I want." Situ Xingyun narrowed his phoenix eyes, a ruthless glint flashing in them.

Nightshade opened her mouth, about to say something, when she noticed a figure in apricot yellow slowly approaching.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine has arrived. Night Demon, please step aside for now."

Situ Xingyun frowned slightly, concealing all the emotions in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I greet you." After announcing this, Shuangdie stepped forward and slightly curtsied.

"Get up." Situ Xingyun stood up with his hands behind his back, standing in the high hall, looking down at a painting on the table.

"Your Majesty, regarding the selection of concubines, I have chosen eight beautiful young women for you. Each one is as lovely as a flower and is proficient in poetry, songs, and literature."

"You've worked hard, Consort." Situ Xingyun didn't even lift his eyes; he kept looking at the painting on the table.

"Would Your Majesty like to take a look?" Shuangdie asked softly.

"No need, I trust the Consort's judgment."

"Yes. Then I shall take my leave." After Situ Xingyun waved his hand, Shuangdie pursed her lips and walked towards the door.

Just as he was about to step out the door, Situ Xingyun suddenly spoke up, "It's better for people to behave themselves." His voice was like a bleak autumn wind, chilling one to the bone.

Shuangdie stopped in her tracks and chuckled.

"Some people are just born restless."

Volume Two: Fate Leads to Separation from the Palace, Finding a Good Match, and Running Away from Home (Part 1

He left the palace.

"Finish it!" Qingyun raised an eyebrow and slammed the brush down on the table with a loud thud. A relaxed smile played on her lips.

Qingyun exhaled.

"Finally... finally finished writing!"

Qingyun stretched lazily, tilting her head back slightly. The window behind her was half-open, and the gentle moonlight softly fell on her face. All around was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of cicadas in the trees.

A sense of loneliness crept into my heart.

Every time I write until midnight, it's always this quiet, a quiet that's frightening. Ever since that day when Wuhen had an emergency, he hasn't returned to his room, and he rarely even shows his face during the day.

It's been three or four days now. It seems something quite serious has happened in the martial arts world this time.

Qingyun slowly closed her eyes, quietly accepting the moonlight's baptism. After a long while, she sighed softly, opened her eyes, her pupils clear, reflecting the starlight, yet revealing a touch of sadness, a lonely sadness.

At that moment, a pale purple figure unexpectedly caught Qingyun's eye.

“Madam…” Zi Yi stood outside the half-open window, holding a bowl of chilled pear and wood ear fungus sweet soup. When she caught a glimpse of loneliness in Qing Yun’s eyes, her hand trembled slightly, and ripples spread across the calm surface of the sweet soup.

Unexpectedly, someone would appear at this moment, and a look of embarrassment flashed in Qingyun's eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, that disheveled look vanished. Her eyes remained as clear as ever. "Purple Robe, why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"

Zi Yi smiled and said, "Madam, I just went to make some sweet soup. I was worried that you might get thirsty while writing, and with the weather so hot right now, pear and black fungus sweet soup would be perfect."

"Has Zi Yi been here the whole time?"

The woman in purple nodded.

"Ziyi promised Madam that she would stay with her while she wrote the book, so that Madam would not be lonely. Although the night is long, Ziyi will always be with Madam."