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

Chapitre 210

"Haha—" The girl in white burst into laughter, tears almost welling up in her eyes. Suddenly, she composed herself, flipped one hand, and landed easily on the ground.

“You…” The girl took a few steps back.

"Let me tell you! You just misread it. It should be 'Guan Guan Jujiu, on the islet in the river, a fair maiden pursues a noblewoman!'" the girl in white instructed earnestly.

A look of confusion appeared in the little girl's eyes.

"That's not right! My brother didn't read it like that yesterday."

"That's wrong!" The girl in white blinked. "Have you heard of Miss Qingyun's books?"

The little girl nodded.

"My mother said so."

"That's what Miss Qingyun said."

The little girl's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Really." The girl in white looked around. "Hey, little girl. Where is Nianxuelou?"

"It's next to Father's bedchamber." The little girl suddenly covered her mouth. "No! You can't go! Father forbids anyone from going in, or they'll be beheaded!"

The girl in white smiled and said, "I didn't say I wanted to go in." She was just going to take a look.

Suddenly, her expression turned strange. "Is your mother named Yu Wuxia?"

"Oh dear! You can't say Mother's name! Otherwise, you'll be punished!" The little girl looked anxious. She had a strange sense of familiarity with the girl in white in front of her.

"Hehe, alright! I won't say anymore!" The girl in white stretched and squinted at the sun in the sky. "Little girl, my name is Qing Li. Situ Qing Li."

Having said that, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and instantly disappeared into the air.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what she meant. "Ahhh! You also have the surname Situ?"

Situ Qingli arrived at Nianxue Tower. After observing it for a while with great curiosity, she pouted and muttered, "It's nothing special. It's not even as good as the bamboo house that Father made himself."

The thought filled her with anger. Her parents were always so lovey-dovey, their sweet talk practically an obsession. The way they called her "woman" and "husband" sent shivers down her spine. Today, she had planned to celebrate her mother's birthday, but before dawn, her father had packed her up and thrown her out. She had wanted to cry to her mother, but her mother only had eyes for her father.

Fortunately, there was another clever bird who shared her plight. But that wretched bird went off to court females early in the morning!

Situ Qingli grew angrier the more she thought about it. She stomped her foot and prepared to steal something from Nianxue Tower so that her father would be jealous when she got back.

Situ Qingli smiled, pursing her lips.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps sounded behind her.

Situ Qingli turned around.

A man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe was slightly out of breath as he stared at her, his eyes filled with shock.

Situ Qingli suddenly smiled, her clear and melodious voice like the clinking of jade stones, or like a nightingale singing in a valley.

"uncle?"

The man trembled, his hand reaching out with trembling hands, ready to touch her face, but he quickly turned away and ruffled her black hair.

"They look so alike."

Indeed, she looks exactly like her mother.

"...How is your mother?"

Situ Qingli was stunned. She had secretly read her mother's novel, "The Princess of Longing," which led her to the palace to meet this uncle she had never met before—her father's brother and her mother's former husband. She never imagined that the emperor before her would actually—

“My mother is doing well.” He paused. “My father is doing well too.” He paused again. “We are all doing well.”

Situ Xingyun shuddered violently, his whole body trembling, but he eventually regained his composure, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. "That's good. That's good."

"Your name is Qing Li?" Situ Xingyun suddenly asked.

Situ Qingli nodded.

A bitter smile appeared on Situ Xingyun's lips again.

"really."

Situ Qingli smiled faintly, "Uncle, farewell." With that, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and, using the external force of the tree branches, quickly left the palace.

A series of tinkling bells and jade pendants rang out, and then a woman in palace attire rushed upstairs carrying a fox fur coat. "Your Majesty, it's getting cold. Your health is of utmost importance."

Situ Xingyun sighed, turned and glanced at Yu Wuxia, "Never mind! Never mind!"

Yu Wuxia's heart skipped a beat, but she understood what he meant by "that's enough." She draped a fox fur coat over Situ Xingyun and curtsied, "Your Majesty, I have just prepared a pot of ginseng soup."

Situ Xingyun waved his hand, "Let's set up the Jade Pavilion!"

Standing outside the palace, Situ Qingli gazed at the sunlit palace and, recalling her uncle's lament, couldn't help but tremble. The loves and hates of the previous generation were truly complex!

Then she pulled a book out of her clothes, glanced at it a few times, and muttered to herself, "Tsk tsk, next I'll go find the Martial Arts Master! I'll have him teach me martial arts, and once I beat Father, I'll drive him down to the Valley of Absolute Dust! Humph!"

At that moment, a gentle breeze swept by, ruffling her black hair.

She reached up and brushed her black hair behind her ear, and the sleeve of her dress slipped down to reveal a blood-red bean bracelet.

It sparkles with a crystalline light in the sunlight.