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

Chapitre 122

Jun Wuhen sat slumped in his study. He held a wine pot in his left hand and a portrait in his right. He drank and chuckled.

The portrait depicts a smiling Qingyun.

"Hiccup! Yun'er... Yun'er... why are you treating me like this? Hiccup! Haven't I been good to you? I've put almost all the best things in the world in front of you... hiccup! Why are you treating me like this! Why... why... don't you love me?" After finishing the last sip of wine, Jun Wuhen threw the wine pot against the wall with great force.

Clang! The wine jug shattered on the ground, the fragments mirroring the shattering of his heart.

"Yun'er... Yun'er..." Jun Wuhen called out, mesmerized by the portrait. Suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyes brightened, as if he had grasped the last piece of driftwood at sea.

He navigated through layers of traps, kicked open the gate, and headed straight for Li Jing.

He carefully lifted the red cloth.

The pear-shaped mirror on the table lay quietly, without any apparent problem.

The Pear Mirror also has a function: it can identify the Lord's wife. If the Lord has any doubts, when the Lord transmits the unique mental cultivation method of the Li Palace to the Pear Mirror, the Pear Mirror will once again display the Lord's wife's name.

Jun Wuhen took a deep breath, placed one hand on the mirror surface, and transmitted his mental cultivation technique to the pear mirror.

At this moment, the pear-shaped mirror, which had become an ordinary mirror, was like a withered flower being watered. Slowly, slowly, twenty crystal-clear pear blossoms grew around the mirror, and the two characters "Qingyun" gradually condensed inside the mirror.

Jun Wuhen was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.

He pressed his face against the mirror and murmured, "Yun'er, you are mine."

Just then, Jun Wuhen heard a commotion outside: "Hurry up and come out! Hurry up and come out! The imperial edict has arrived! The imperial edict has arrived! Your Majesty, go and receive the imperial edict!"

Jun Wuhen frowned, put the pear-shaped mirror down, and walked to the hall.

In the lobby.

A large group of people were kneeling, but Qingyun was not among them. When Jun Wuhen entered the hall and found Qingyun missing, he felt a slight disappointment. But then he remembered that he was the one who had placed her under house arrest. Her absence was not surprising.

Jun Wuhen glanced at the eunuch holding the imperial edict, gave him a sneer, and did not kneel down.

The eunuch knew the martial arts master's personality, and since the emperor had given special instructions, he didn't make things difficult for him. The eunuch unfurled the bright yellow imperial edict and read aloud: "By the grace of Heaven, the emperor decrees: Yu Wuxia, a woman from the detached palace, is of pure character, virtuous and kind, and greatly pleases me. She is hereby specially conferred the title of Consort Yu. This is the imperial decree."

Everyone in the detached palace was astonished, their eyes wide with disbelief.

So...so it turns out...Miss Wuxia...the one she went to...the capital city to find was actually...the emperor!

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" the people in the detached palace shouted in unison as they accepted the imperial edict.

Jun Wuhen's face was gloomy. Qingyun's matter was already troublesome enough for her, and now Wuxia had caused such a mess, which was really annoying.

When Qingyun, who was under house arrest, found out, she was equally stunned. But upon closer reflection, judging from Wuxia's behavior and the jade stone, it became clear that Wuxia truly loved Situ Xingyun!

Qingyun placed the back of her hand on her forehead and slowly closed her eyes. After a long while, a sigh escaped her lips—"This is fate..."

Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Separated Palace, But a Happy Marriage is Born; Li Jing and Li Jing 2

The Imperial Palace.

Yuxuan.

Yu Wuxia's long hair was styled into a flowing cloud bun, adorned with a pearl crown and a lavish white jade and gold hairpin. She wore a red ancient-patterned silk robe and a white floral cloud-patterned skirt, which made her appear less innocent and more regal. Two palace maids stood on either side of her, fanning her to cool her down.

Wuxia lay alone on a wooden chair, quietly reading Qingyun's new book.

As she looked at it, she thought of Sister Qingyun, and tears welled up in her eyes.

After parting ways a few months ago, things have truly changed.

When she learned that the young master Xingyun she had been longing for was actually the current emperor, Situ Xingyun, she was stunned. A sense of sorrow welled up in her heart.

Heh... Where is the Emperor?!

Of the three thousand beauties in the imperial harem, she had now become one of them. But—a resolute light appeared in her flawless eyes.

She would never regret it! In her eyes, he was not the emperor, but the person Yu Wuxia loved!

"Wuxia, why are you crying?" Situ Xingyun, who had just returned from court, saw Yu Wuxia with tears streaming down her face as soon as he entered Yuxuan. He dismissed the palace maids on both sides and stepped forward to ask softly.

"Your Majesty, I am homesick. I was just reading Sister Qingyun's book and it made me miss her."

Situ Xingyun shook his head and wiped away the tears on Wuxia's face. "Silly girl, we'll have a chance to meet again in the future!"

Wuxia pursed her lips, then smiled and said, "Mm."

Suddenly, Situ Xingyun's gaze fell on the book in Wuxia's hands.

Seeing his gaze fall on the book, Wu Xiao smiled and said, "This is Sister Qingyun's new book. It's about the heroine's indifferent attitude towards love."

"Oh?!" Situ Xingyun raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering as if he were thinking of someone.

Yu Wuxia gave a bitter smile.

From the moment she entered the palace, she knew that deep in Xingyun's heart was a woman he loved very much—Empress Wenshu. This was also something that many of the beauties in the harem knew.

Seeing that Situ Xingyun was interested, he had no time to continue: "The mistress loved peace and quiet and disliked crowds. Her greatest wish was to spend her life happily with the one she loved in a secluded paradise. In that paradise, there was only her and him, and no one else."

Situ Xingyun's gaze deepened, and the image of the beautiful woman he had longed for resurfaced in his mind once again.

"Ah, this seems familiar!" Situ Xingyun said sincerely.