Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

Chapter 251 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 85

"If you are determined to compete with my people, I can't stop you. But, you can compete, but you must not harm the lives of the people I bring." Yun Qian's voice came from behind the curtain, cold and steady, as if dissolving the previous provocation.

Upon hearing this, Qi Jueyu's lips curled slightly, but his eyes were as cold as a knife. He gripped the sword tightly and said in a deep voice, "I know that the Crown Princess has compassion for the world, but unfortunately, it seems that this does not include a mage from Qianqiu Temple."

Yun Qian's fingertips moved slightly, his face still as calm as water, and he said, "If that's the case, then let's get started. But as you said, I have agreed to your request, and you are not allowed to refuse what I want to discuss later."

"Your Highness, please worry about yourself first."

As soon as she finished speaking, the guards behind her could no longer hold back. They drew their swords and, after a few angry shouts, rushed towards Qi Jueyu. Their blades gleamed coldly in the morning light. The leader moved swiftly, aiming for Qi Jueyu's throat, while the others behind him quickly dispersed and surrounded him.

Qi Jueyu's expression remained unchanged. He shifted his foot and lashed out with his sword, swift as a meteor, directly forcing the leader's attack back. At the same time, he spun around, his blade arcing in a flash, and with a ding, he deflected the other man's knife. His movements were as precise as a habit cultivated over years.

Blades flashed and clashed, the atmosphere thick with murderous intent. Qi Jueyu's movements were composed, like a lone wolf among a pack, both calm and deadly. Each strike of his sword carried an oppressive aura. Despite their sheer numbers, the guards felt increasingly constrained, as if his blades were piercing their very souls, causing even their breathing to quicken.

Yun Qian remained seated in the sedan chair, motionless. She could vaguely see Qi Jueyu through the curtains, her eyes following the shadows of his sword. Suddenly, Qi Jueyu's peripheral vision caught her eye.

Even through the curtains, their gazes seemed to meet in the void. Qi Jueyu's gaze was cold and sharp, with a certainty that bordered on arrogance. It was so cold that Yun Qian's heartstrings trembled violently. The man who had once treated her best now stood opposite her...

This feeling of being seen through made her feel subtly uneasy, as if this person could not only see through her intentions. Perhaps it would be unwise to agree to his request.

Qi Jueyu's lips curled up slightly, a hint of a smile, a look of mockery and a touch of provocation. Yun Qian pursed her lips, a wave of emotion welling up in her heart: He was so calm, not revealing even the slightest flaw. Could it be that he was truly... certain he wouldn't kill?

The battle on the field continued, and the guards once again rushed forward. Qi Jueyu swung his sword, and the sword energy pierced the air, knocking the approaching man's long sword away. Then he turned his body and backhanded his sword to the other man's shoulder. It was only a hair's breadth away from piercing, but he abruptly restrained his force and said coldly, "If this sword had been used on the battlefield, he would have been dead long ago."

The guards glared at him, unable to retaliate. His sword seemed to carry a certain intimidation, and every attack made people tremble, as if he saw through everyone's weaknesses. Yun Qian frowned slightly at this, raised his eyes and looked at him, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Qi Jueyu said nothing more. His footsteps flashed like the wind, and his longsword flashed a cold light, knocking the last guard's knife to the ground. He tilted his head slightly, stood upright, and walked towards the sedan chair...

The feeling of having all the barriers erected broken and knocked down is really unsettling.

He slowly curled the corners of his lips, his tone cold but with an undeniable sense of oppression: "Crown Princess, is this the 'real skill' you brought with you?"

The decision of victory or defeat lies in Yun Qian's hands, but unfortunately... at this moment, she is unarmed and only has a short blade with her, but... this is enough.

Qi Jueyu stepped toward the sedan chair, and the air around him seemed to stagnate as he approached. His pace wasn't fast, but it exuded a certain certainty and pressure, like a hunter closing in on his prey. Yun Qian, listening to his approaching footsteps through the curtains, felt a tightness in her heart, but she remained seated, her eyes darkening.

"Crown Princess," Qi Jueyu stopped in front of the sedan chair and sneered in a low voice with a bit of contempt, "It seems that I have to do it myself." He raised his hand and lightly touched the curtain with his fingertips, as if he didn't mind the possible counterattack, his eyes were firm and sharp.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the curtain, a cold light shot out from behind the curtain! Yun Qian's move was as fast as the wind, and the short blade hidden in his sleeve was heading straight for Qi Jueyu's wrist, its sharp edge exposed.

Qi Jueyu's eyes flashed, and with a slight twist of his wrist, his longsword rose, colliding with the short blade with a resounding metallic clang. His movements were crisp and decisive, as if he had anticipated Yun Qian's sudden attack. The short blade, blocked by his blade's edge, slipped out of Yun Qian's grasp and landed with a soft thud.

Yun Qian opened the curtain and leaped down, her skirt spreading out like flowing water as she landed silently. She raised her eyes to look at Qi Jueyu, her gaze cold yet sharp. The moment their eyes met, the atmosphere around them seemed to freeze.

"Qi Jueyu," she whispered, her tone neither hurried nor slow, yet carrying an invisible pressure, "If you want to lift the curtain, I can't stop you, but at least you have to ask my knife if it agrees."

Qi Jueyu looked at her, her figure clearly reflected in his eyes. A sneer curled up his lips, a hint of mockery: "It's been a few months since we last met, Crown Princess, you look even more radiant." After he finished speaking, his grip on the sword tightened slightly, as if he was guarding against her next move.

Yun Qian remained silent, listening to his bitter words. She simply watched him quietly, her expression indifferent, yet her heart was as vigilant as a fully drawn bowstring. At that moment, the wind around them seemed to still, leaving only the fierce auras of the two men clashing in the dark.

The two exchanged blows for only a moment, but the attack and defense were already as fierce as the flashing of swords. Qi Jueyu sighed inwardly; the Crown Princess's skills were even more agile than he had imagined. The sword's tip sliced through the wind, and he leaned sideways to block without hesitation. Qi Jueyu's eyes darkened slightly, and suddenly he strode forward, thrusting his sword straight at Yun Qian's wrist.

Seeing this, Yun Qian dodged nimbly, but her right wrist was clamped by Qi Jueyu's big palm the next moment.

Yun Qian was instantly controlled, and the crowd below exclaimed, "Crown Princess!" She raised her eyes and met Qi Jueyu's. They were so intense, those eyes as deep as a black pool, almost too intense to look directly at. Almost subconsciously, Yun Qian tried to turn her head away, but the next moment she felt the man's grip on her tighten considerably.

She frowned in pain and tried to hold her short blade, but Qi Jueyu did not give her another chance and directly tied her into the carriage.

The man pressed forward, Yun Qian raised her knife, signaling him not to move forward, but Qi Jueyu ignored her and approached her on his own. Was it Yun Qian's knife that wasn't sharp enough? Not really, it was just that he was a madman, and that was probably why he was so fearless.

Suddenly, the man chuckled and accused, "Really, it makes me sad."

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"My dear, you have such a cruel heart."