Phi-Fic Chapter 221 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 55
Chapter 221 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 55
Yun Qian didn't respond, merely lowering her eyes slightly. Her hand rested lightly on her abdomen, her fingertips tightening imperceptibly. That child was hers, the only one she could be sure would trust her unconditionally. But she knew this child was destined to be her greatest secret, one that must remain hidden from everyone for now.
Thinking of the unborn child in her belly, her emotions surged like an undercurrent beneath the surface, invisible to all. It was her child, and no matter who the father was, she would never let him come to any harm. When Yun Qian mentioned the father of the child, her gaze deepened with complexity. She remained silent. She could sense that she hadn't noticed Qi Jueyu's presence around her recently, she promised.
"Do you know what Qi Jueyu has been doing recently?" They hadn't seen each other for a while since their last meeting outside the palace. Yun Qian couldn't help but ask.
"Hey, host, I thought you knew. Host, do you still remember that Yun Piao mentioned the Northern Territory when handling government affairs a few days ago?" The system was puzzled, and the small system came up with an innocent look.
Yun Qian frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong: "The Northern Territory? Are those restless foreigners making moves again, or..." He stopped talking suddenly, and a hint of hesitation and realization appeared between his brows.
No, what foreigners are you talking about? The ancestors of the Great Qi came from the north... they just merged into one place now.
But why is he related to Qi Jueyu? Could it be that his identity...
The small system immediately came over and replied mysteriously, "Hey, hey, the host is indeed clever! Indeed, the North has been in turmoil lately. I heard that a force has suddenly risen up, citing the banner of the late King of the North. They claim to be seeking revenge for the late King of the North by purging the emperor and punishing those who are unjust."
Upon hearing this, Yun Qian's eyes suddenly narrowed, her expression changing slightly. She whispered, "To purge the imperial court? To punish the unjust? To avenge the late King of the Northern Territory? Are they targeting Yun Piao or... Qi Heyao? Who is the leader of this force? Do you have any detailed information?"
The small system was stunned by her string of questions. It flickered in her mind, but its tone was brisk: "There's no clear information yet. We only know that this group acted very quickly, catching even the imperial court off guard. Yun Piao has been very busy these days, just because of this matter."
"Speaking of which, this disaster is already a grudge from a previous generation, but... hehehe, host, I can't say too much at the moment. I only know that they talk about restoring the glory of the Northern Royal Family and reestablishing the old system of the North."
Yun Qian calmly stroked the teacup beside her, her heart swirling like a surging river. She whispered, "Wasn't the King of the North executed for treason many years ago, and the entire royal family wiped out? Without a bloodline left behind, how can glory be restored?"
The small system smiled mysteriously: "Host, don't forget that sometimes things that appear to be 'extinct' in this world may not necessarily be true."
Yun Qian's pupils shrank slightly, and her fingers suddenly tightened: "Qi Jueyu... Are you saying... the bloodline of the King of the Northern Territory might still be alive?!"
The small system continued: "Hehe, it's not possible, it's true."
A figure suddenly emerged in Yun Qian's mind: Qi Jueyu, with his picturesque features and extraordinary bearing, yet still carrying a certain cryptic and profound air. She lowered her voice and asked, "If Qi Jueyu is undoubtedly the prince, then his mother is..."
The small system didn't answer directly, but said meaningfully: "Host, this is not something I can talk about casually. But think about it, his life experience and origins are somewhat mysterious, even the arrangement of sending him to Qianqiu Temple is intriguing. And his appearance!"
Yun Qian was silent. She had indeed seen paintings of the Northern Territory royal family in the Yun Mansion's old collection. Those deep eyebrows and sharp features seemed to bear a striking resemblance to Qi Jueyu.
"If he is really related to the royal family of the Northern Territory, then the unrest in the Northern Territory this time is just..." Yun Qian's thoughts were in a mess for a moment. Yun Qian had never thought that Qi Heyao had not yet come to power and Yun Piao had not yet died, and the son of destiny had already appeared.
Seeing her serious expression, the small system softly comforted her, "Host, don't worry too much! I think Qi Jueyu's ability is more than enough to handle these things. On the contrary, you should worry more about your own affairs."
"No, who's worried about Qi Jueyu? System, is your little brain broken? Will he die? It's us who should think about the end... What should I do about my mission?"
Yun Qian couldn't help but curse the system and snorted coldly, not feeling relieved at all.
"System." She suddenly spoke, her tone a calm command. "Go investigate whether Qi Jueyu is behind the unrest in the northern border. Also, pay attention to the court's recent deployments targeting the northern border."
The small system shuddered and quickly responded, "Alright, host, I'll check it out right away! But host, you should be careful too. Don't let anything go wrong at this time."
Yun Qian didn't respond, simply looking out the window. The clouds in the sky were low, a faint sense of oppression. The autumn wind rustled through the window lattice, bringing a sense of desolation. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the scene before her, gazing at something further away, a vague emotion flickering deep in her eyes.
The situation in the North was turbulent, bound to cause even greater upheavals. In this chess game she was in, who was the master, and who would be the final abandoned piece? This game was so complex, so complex that she couldn't believe whether every move she made had been calculated.
She sighed softly, a trace of weariness etched across her features. War, war. Whenever fighting breaks out, bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable. Whether these wars are sparked by power struggles or vengeance, they ultimately cost innocent lives.
"Why does it have to be someone dead..." She murmured softly, her voice as light as a sigh, and before it even came out of her mouth, it had dissipated into the wind.
Although this place was called a "small world" by the small system, in her eyes, everything here was incredibly real. The pain of bloodshed, the grief of loss, the families and lives shattered by the war... She closed her eyes, feeling a weight on her chest.
Who isn't born and raised by their parents? Her mind drifted back to the memory of her childhood, accompanying her mother to the ancestral worship service. The tablets of those ancestors were placed in the hall, symbolizing every departed soul. They too had once lived, laughed, and had loved ones. But war had taken everything away.
A gust of wind blew, ruffling the strands of hair around her ears, but she didn't move. The palace was a peaceful scene before her, yet in her mind she could already see the northern skies shrouded in flames of war, the land soaked in blood, and the miserable conditions of the displaced people.