coobybook Chapter 227 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 61
Chapter 227 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 61
Empress Yun sat poised in the hall. Seeing the two men stand, she rose as well, holding up the jade ruyi symbolizing peace and harmony, and placed it between the Crown Prince and Yun Qian. The hall, both inside and outside, was filled with joyful noise, as if the entire imperial city were immersed in this wedding that had captured the nation's attention.
"A match made in heaven," Queen Yun said, her voice steady and powerful, as she raised the Ruyi in her hand. Civil and military officials echoed the sentiment, their congratulations echoing throughout the palace. Yun Qian lowered her head slightly, her expression unclear, but it was easy to sense the Crown Prince's delight beside her.
There was cheering in the hall, with drums and music playing. The congratulations were so deafening that they almost cracked the sky.
At this time, there was wind and snow on the cold river outside the city.
On a cold river, a lone boat drifted like duckweed on the icy surface, appearing so small and lonely. Qi Jueyu, standing at the bow, dressed in thin clothes that fluttered in the wind, seemed even more lonely against the vastness of the river.
The wind caused ripples on the surface of the river and also brought the faint sounds of gongs and drums coming from the imperial city to his ears.
The sound was so joyous, so lively, as if the entire imperial city was immersed in joy. But he could tell that it was the music played for Yun Qian and the Crown Prince's wedding, a celebration for the two of them.
Qi Jueyu raised his head, his gaze passing through layers of clouds and mist, as if penetrating thousands of mountains and rivers, landing on the brightly lit city. His eyes were deep, as if he wanted to see through the heavy palace walls to see Yun Qian standing on the high platform.
But he couldn't see or touch it. In the wind and snow, he gripped the oar tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white, as if he had used up all his strength to suppress his emotions.
He chuckled softly, but his laughter was filled with coldness: "The sound of the gongs and drums is really loud... It's so loud that it makes me feel annoyed."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and sat down. He raised his hand to pick up a pot of sake in the boat and drank it. The cold wine felt biting as it passed through his throat, but it could not suppress the emotions surging in his heart.
The river slapped against the side of the boat, a sound resonating in his ears. Qi Jueyu sat quietly, the cold wind brushing against his brows, blurring his figure in the hazy snow. There was a light in his eyes, as if smiling, as if silent, but no one could fathom his current state of mind.
The foggy land covered the entire river, making it difficult to see clearly, and people thought it was a place outside the country. And the crisis... seemed to be approaching along with the joyful sounds...
Qi Jueyu sat upright in the boat, holding the wine cup in his hand. The wind rustled past, and kept reaching into his boat's awning, as if to bring something. Qi Jueyu's eyes moved slightly, and then he sneered: "So, someone is coming. Girl, you are really good to me. Even after getting married, you didn't forget that I was still here..."
"Pah!" The next moment, the wind surged. He raised his hand and swung Xiao Ji to block the exit of the boat's awning. Suddenly, thousands of poison-laced arrows pierced through the clouds, whistling through the air and suddenly landing on the boat. Xiao Ji barely blocked the first wave of arrows, but several more pierced the awning and pierced the hull. The poison dripped from the arrow tips into the icy river, stirring up puffs of white smoke, as if the very water itself was corroded and hissing.
The wind and snow on the river grew increasingly fierce. The howling wind seemed to unleash the mournful lament of heaven and earth, tearing at the silent surface, stirring up waves of snow, and shrouding the entire boat in a haze. For a moment, the only sounds between heaven and earth were the whistling wind and the rapid, crisp sound of snowflakes hitting the boat's sail, like an endless elegy.
Then, a sharp crack pierced the icy silence. Several gleaming knives pierced the wind and pierced the boat, ripping the seemingly safe craft apart and sending shards flying. Qi Jueyu, however, seemed oblivious to the danger. He leaned slightly, deftly avoiding the blades, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. His gaze shifted slightly, a casual glance at the nearly collapsed boat. A sardonic smile played on his lips, as cold as frozen river water.
He stood atop the ship again, facing the hail of arrows alone. His black robe rustled in the wind, like a lone eagle soaring across the river, proudly towering between heaven and earth.
The wind and snow howled, and murderous intent lurked everywhere, yet his expression remained calm and composed. He waved his hand, and his figure soared like an eagle, proudly standing amid the vast snow and wind. The river actually moved with him, stirring up several waves, forming a barrier to block the last few poisonous arrows.
The poison arrows have been fired...
The man walked past in the wind and snow, as if he had never appeared. Only the broken arrows on the lonely boat told of the crisis and danger just now. No one saw the red stain on the man's body...
The remaining shadow guards he had managed to get to the scene in time were engaged in a fierce battle with the men sent by Yun Piao. Inside the imperial city, gongs and drums rose to the sky, while outside, smoke rose in all directions. Qi Jueyu had left, but he hadn't left yet...
Hidden in the vast snowy forest, the scenery was breathtaking, but Qi Jueyu now stumbled, one hand braced against a tree trunk, the other clutching the wound on his side. Blood gushed from between his fingers, staining his already dark clothes. His breath was panting, drops of melted snow hung on his forehead, and his vision gradually blurred with pain.
He slowly raised his head and looked through the gaps in the snowy forest at the smoke rising from the direction of the imperial city. He could faintly hear the rumbling sound of gongs and drums still resounding through the sky.
He covered his wound but couldn't help thinking about the magnificent palace, the bright red phoenix coronet and bridal robe, and her.
The sunlight is so bright today, it will surely look great on her golden hairpin... His eyes softened for a moment, but then turned cold again.
He hissed coldly in pain. He blamed her for being cruel, for marrying the prince. He blamed her, but he blamed himself even more. No matter what, it was all his own fault. He laughed at himself for being so stupid, so stupid that he believed her lies again and again, and was entangled with her desperately.
The snow fell heavier, the wind grew colder, and his figure was completely obscured. Only the traces of blood deep in the snowy forest and the sound of his short breaths remained in this world. The wind and snow continued, but the sounds of celebration in the imperial city continued, as if to completely bury the desolation.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. In order to come here earlier today, he had only brought a small group of people with him. Now it was all his own fault. If his people didn't show up...
Will he ever see her again?
Qi Jueyu didn't know.