boyutpedia Chapter 253 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 87
Chapter 253 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 87
His fingertips tightened slightly, yet with a contradictory restraint. Yun Qian's heart skipped a beat, and the inexplicable sense of oppression surged like a tide, completely enveloping her.
The sound of the wind seemed to have stopped at this moment, and inside and outside the car, it seemed as if only the breath of the two people was entangled.
"Come with me, come back to me."
"Come with me, come back to me." The man's breath was hot and strong, so close that Yun Qian could almost feel his breath brushing against her ear, with a heart-shaking sense of oppression.
Qi Jueyu's voice was low and firm, each word like a stone dropped into a lake, stirring up a wave of unresolved ripples in her heart. There seemed to be no pleading in his tone, more like there was no room for negotiation, but rather an overbearing certainty, as if she had always belonged to him, and all her struggles and resistance were in vain.
Yun Qian raised her eyes and met his deep, night-like eyes. The look in his eyes was so direct, so direct that it made her heart feel like it had been struck by something. She could almost see her own pale shadow in his eyes, and the emotions she had deliberately concealed and suppressed seemed to be seen through by him in an instant.
"Qi Jueyu..." Yun Qian finally spoke, but her voice was as light as a feather, revealing a hint of hesitation that she herself was not even aware of.
"Don't hesitate any longer." Qi Jueyu's gaze was as dark and cold as the deep sea, fixed on Yun Qian without blinking. His voice became even lower, as deep as the winter night wind, carrying a certain bewitching power. "You know perfectly well that I can give everything for you. Why do you still have to go against me?"
His hand slowly moved to her shoulder. The movement wasn't forceful, but the weight of his fingertips made Yun Qian feel like she was being nailed to the spot. The force wasn't strong, but it felt like an invisible shackle, giving her the illusion that there was no escape.
The man leaned closer, his breath steady yet oppressive. His face, as sharp as a knife, came into view, so close she could almost touch it. She could clearly see the coldness and stubbornness between his brows, even the hint of a sneer as his thin lips curled up. In that moment, Yun Qian forgot to breathe, forgot how to react.
"Come back to me." Qi Jueyu's voice was so low and hoarse that it seemed to come from deep underground, striking at her heartstrings. "As long as you nod, I can let go of everything in the past. But if you insist on refusing..." He paused, his eyes as dark as a bottomless pool, his tone laced with suppressed anger and danger, "Then I can only use my own way to keep you here."
Deathly silence reigned, his deep voice the only echoing echoing through the carriage. Yun Qian's fingertips trembled slightly, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes, as if in thought, or perhaps trying to calm the turmoil within.
"You know," she said softly, her voice calm but a little tired, "You can't force me. If I were like this, I wouldn't be myself anymore."
Qi Jueyu's eyes flickered slightly, as if he saw a hint of relaxation in her tone. His gaze darkened, but the strength in his hands did not increase, as if he was waiting for her to say more.
Yun Qian raised his eyes, his gaze as firm as a cold star. "Just suspend your fighting. I'll go back and make arrangements to demote Qi Heyao to a prince, making room for you. Just suspend your fighting and don't start a war again."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment. A complex emotion flashed across Qi Jueyu's eyes, but the curve of his mouth gradually deepened, as if he had heard a ridiculous suggestion. He looked into her eyes, his gaze deepening, and his voice was filled with a hint of teasing and coldness: "You can't bear to kill him."
Yun Qian frowned slightly and retorted coldly: "It's not that I'm reluctant, but it's unnecessary."
"Oh?" Qi Jueyu tilted his head slightly, as if pondering her words. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, forcing her into nowhere to hide. "Or, you came here today just to let me, let me spare your husband's life."
Yun Qian was completely speechless. Isn't this like talking to a deaf person or playing the lute to a cow?
Seeing that she didn't speak for a while, it seemed to confirm his guess. The man was so angry that his blood rushed up. He leaned over and bit Yun Qian's white neck hard. Yun Qian widened her eyes and froze in surprise.
At that moment, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, followed by a burning sensation. Qi Jueyu's movements were filled with a frantic possessiveness. His aura surrounded her, as if completely enveloping her, leaving her no chance to resist.
"Qianqian," his low voice came from her ear, seemingly deliberately suppressed, but unable to completely conceal the emotional fluctuations in it. His lips lingered on the side of her neck, with a fiery breath, he gently uttered a few words, "Tell me, it's not like this."
There was an unconcealed sense of grievance in his tone, even a hint of cautious request, as if he was afraid of hearing an answer that went against his expectations. His fingertips tightened slightly, as if grasping her shoulders would give him control of everything.
Yun Qian froze. The cool breeze brushed across her face, but it couldn't dispel the burning heat in her heart. The soft voice was like a hook, teasing her thoughts, again and again, disrupting her breathing.
She raised her eyes, only to meet his bottomless ones, filled with so many complex emotions: resentment, anger, and a kind of extremely endured pain. Yun Qian's lips moved slightly, but she found herself speechless for a moment.
"That's not the case, is it?" He spoke again, his voice lower, but with a more aggressive tone. He slowly approached, his forehead almost touching hers, his thin lips so close that he could feel her trembling.
"Yeah. Not for him."
Yun Qian's voice was very soft, but it carried a firmness that she herself was not aware of.
Qi Jueyu stared into her eyes, his deep gaze seeming to search out every bit of her emotion. Seeing that she had finally given him the answer he wanted, the heavy feeling in his chest receded like a tide, and his demeanor was no longer so aggressive.
He chuckled softly, a hint of relief barely audible, as if even the murderous aura within him had dissipated somewhat. He leaned gently against her shoulder, as if he had let down an invisible layer of defense.
Yun Qian lowered her eyes to look at the man leaning on her shoulder, and the tension in her heart finally relaxed a little, and she couldn't help but sigh softly. However, in this moment of letting down her guard, she forgot that the man beside her never let go of any opportunity easily.