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

Chapitre 120

Qingyun dismissed Xiaoqing and kept Ziyi behind.

"Ziyi, I suddenly have a craving for chestnut chicken. Make some for me now," Qingyun said, blinking her eyes. Li Ge's chestnut chicken was unique; once Ziyi made it, she was sure he would admit he was Li Ge!

Zi Yi blinked. "Madam, you're still recovering from your injuries, so you can't eat anything too greasy. How about I ask the kitchen to make you some lighter dishes?"

Qingyun shook her head, "No! I want to eat chestnut chicken! I want to eat the chestnut chicken made by Ziyi!"

Ziyi shook her head. "No! The doctor said you can't eat it! Otherwise, your wound will hurt again, Madam!" Ziyi's expression was resolute.

Qingyun pursed her lips.

First strategy – failure!

Day 5.

"Purple Robe! Do you see the bird's nest in that big tree?"

Zi Yi stood on tiptoe to look and realized that Qing Yun was referring to the tallest tree in the palace. That tree was at least five or six meters tall. Zi Yi narrowed her eyes and said, "Madam, what do you want Zi Yi to do?"

“Last night, a bird carried my hairpin to its nest up there. But I need that hairpin today, so Ziyi, could you climb up and get it back for me?” Qingyun thought to herself: Once he climbs up, she has a way to make him fall from the tree. At a height of five or six meters, he'll definitely use the lightness skill created by Elder Juechen. Then, he'll have no choice but to admit he's not Li Ge. Heh…

As she thought about it, Qingyun started to smile.

"Madam, what are you laughing at?" Zi Yi looked at Qingyun suspiciously. She had been acting strangely these past two days, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"I wasn't laughing at anything, I was just thinking about how I'd get the hairpin soon."

Zi Yi glanced at the towering tree, then shook her head and said, "Madam, I'll go find someone who knows light-footed kung fu to help you carry it."

"No!" Qingyun suddenly exclaimed, quickly pulling Ziyi back. "Ziyi, everyone else is busy. Just climb up! There's straw below, so it won't hurt if you fall."

"But……"

"Purple Robe, are you not obeying the Madam's orders?" Qingyun said sternly.

Purple Robe had no choice but to obey.

Zi Yi struggled to the top of the tree, retrieved Qing Yun's hairpin, and was about to descend when, as Qing Yun had predicted, she stepped on a trap she had set. Zi Yi began to fall from the tree.

Just as Qingyun was preparing to watch the show, a blue figure suddenly flew by and caught the woman in purple.

After landing, the blue-clad figure bowed to Qingyun and said, "Madam, please let me handle these matters from now on."

Purple-clad looked gratefully at the blue-clad figure and replied, "Thank you, Guard Blue." Then she handed the hairpin to Qingyun, saying, "Madam, here's the hairpin you requested."

Qingyun grabbed the hairpin and left angrily.

Second strategy – failure.

Day Six. "Purple Robe, come in and help me scrub my back."

Behind the screen, Qingyun was bathing in a wooden tub. A smug smile played on her lips. Hmph! She didn't believe he wouldn't show his true colors this time. Even heroes have difficulty resisting the charms of a beautiful woman; she refused to believe he would get away with it like the previous two times.

"Madam, Ziyi, go find Xiaoqing."

Hearing the troubled voice of the woman in purple, Qingyun behind the screen laughed even harder.

"No, Xiaoqing's technique is bad. It always makes me extremely uncomfortable. Ziyi, come in quickly!" Qingyun urged.

The woman in purple outside the screen bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and rushed in with all her might.

A misty haze hung in the air behind the screen, and Zi Yi could vaguely see Qing Yun's jet-black hair and her smooth, white neck. Zi Yi suddenly felt her heart pounding wildly, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

"Ziyi, massage this area for me. I've been playing the zither in the same position for a while now, and it's starting to ache." Qingyun brushed aside her hair, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders.

"Madam..."

Qingyun suppressed a smile, deliberately put on a stern face, and said, "Ziyi, hurry up!"

"……good."

Cold hands pressed on Qingyun's shoulders, and Ziyi gently pounded them. Qingyun could even feel Ziyi trembling.

Qingyun chuckled to herself.

Suddenly, Qingyun stood up abruptly, and as soon as she turned her head, she found that Ziyi had already disappeared.

Qingyun sighed inwardly, "Please, I am wearing clothes..."

Third strategy – Failure!

Volume Two: Fateful Departure from the Palace Leads to a Happy Marriage; Identity Revealed

Day 7.

Qingyun started to get anxious. Jun Wuhen was going to emerge from seclusion today. If she didn't speak up today, she might not have another chance.

After three days of Qingyun's strange behavior, Ziyi had guessed more or less what was going on. However, she still couldn't figure out Qingyun's true purpose.

"Purple Robe..." Qingyun called out softly.

The woman in purple was taken aback, her face showing a hint of fear.

"I won't ask you to do anything weird today. All you need to do today is chat with me."