boyutpedia Chapter 215 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 49
Chapter 215 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 49
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The Dzi bead suddenly emanated a gentle light, rippling out like ripples, enveloping Yun Hou in a warm glow. The light was gentle and holy, even the chill in the air seemed to be dispelled.
Yun Qian held her breath and stared, never moving her gaze away for even a moment. As the light slowly faded, Yun Hou's face visibly regained some color, and her once rapid breathing gradually calmed down.
The hall was completely silent. Everyone was stunned, as if they had forgotten even to breathe. Several imperial physicians stood there in a daze, their mouths slightly open but no sound emanated. They had been helpless just moments before, but now what was happening before their eyes was simply unbelievable.
Qi Heyao, standing nearby, couldn't help but be moved, a flash of shock in his eyes. He stared at the Dzi Bead in Yun Qian's hand, then looked at Yun Hou. His lips moved, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Qian Qian, this is..."
His tone was full of inquiry and doubt, even a hint of temptation and vigilance.
Yun Qian didn't answer immediately, her eyes as calm as water. She put away the Dzi Bead and placed it back in her arms. Then she slowly stood up and looked directly at Qi Heyao, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Looking up at him, she replied calmly, "This is a Buddhist item. My aunt has a connection with Buddha, so it was preserved. Your Highness, don't worry."
Qi Heyao's eyes darkened after hearing this, but he didn't ask any further questions. His gaze fell on Yun Qian, with a somewhat complicated expression, as if he was re-examining his fiancée.
Why? So there was a way to save Queen Yun, so she had to go to the West Mountain Pond, right? But why was she so wary of him, unwilling to tell him? Or did something happen during his time in Lancheng that he didn't know about?
After she finished speaking, she said no more, turned around and walked to the couch behind the clouds, lowered her head and adjusted the corner of the quilt, as if the scene just now was just an ordinary thing.
Qi Heyao stared at her back, the complex expression in his eyes growing more intense. A strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, a mixture of inquiry and an indescribable unease.
At this moment, the candlelight in the hall was still flickering, but the chill seemed to have disappeared.
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But within a moment, Yun Hou's complexion underwent a visibly change. Her previously pale cheeks seemed to be quietly infused with life under the radiance of the Dzi beads. Her pale skin gradually faded, replaced by a healthy rosy complexion.
Her frown was no longer furrowed, and she seemed much calmer. While not a dramatic change, it was like the first ray of sunshine in a long, cold winter, enough to bring comfort and hope.
Yun Qian stood beside the couch, her eyes softening slightly. Her fingertips touched the back of Yun Hou's cold hand, and she felt the coldness gradually recede, replaced by a long-lost warmth.
The corners of her mouth unconsciously rose slightly, and an indescribable joy rose in her heart.
Yes, she really hoped that Yunhou would get better.
Even though this woman's toughness and arbitrariness had made her dissatisfied, even though she had forcibly "kidnapped" her from Qianqiu Temple back to the palace regardless of her wishes, she was, after all, Queen Yun, her aunt, the only person in this deep palace who tried to protect her.
As time went by, Yun Qian gradually understood the hidden reasoning behind this. Those actions that had once been unacceptable to her now seemed to be nothing more than the careful decisions made by Queen Yun. Perhaps her arbitrary decisions weren't entirely heartless, but rather a desire to protect those around her and the precarious situation.
Thinking of this, the little bit of dissatisfaction and resentment in Yun Qian's heart now quietly dissipated.
She lowered her eyelashes, hiding the complex emotions in her eyes, and gently tucked the corner of Yunhou's quilt in. As her fingertips touched, she felt that Yunhou's breathing had become much calmer.
She murmured, her voice as gentle as the wind passing over the water: "Yun Piao, you will get better..."
At this moment, her eyes held both joy and a hint of determination. She understood that the Cloud Queen carried too much responsibility, and now she must shoulder her own mission.
Yun Piao slowly opened her eyes, her gaze slightly unfocused, as if she hadn't yet fully emerged from her coma. The candlelight in the hall flickered, and her gaze wandered for a moment before finally settling on the figure beside the bed. It was a familiar silhouette, and her frown softened slightly.
"Qian'er..." She spoke, her voice hoarse, as weak as the wind blowing through dry grass, but with a majesty that could not be ignored, "You..."
Yun Qian's heart trembled. She suddenly leaned over and held Yun Piao's hand. The warm touch dispelled the lingering coldness in her fingertips. She suppressed the sob in her throat and replied softly, "Aunt, I'm here."
Her voice was soft, yet it couldn't hide the deep sadness. Her eyes flickered, a shimmer of water, her concern and sorrow becoming even more apparent.
Yun Piao raised her hand slightly, as if wanting to touch Yun Qian's face, but due to her weakness, she could only let it fall gently on the quilt. Her eyes were deep and complex, looking through Yun Qian's face, as if she saw something further, and finally fell on Qi Heyao, who was standing not far behind Yun Qian.
"He Yao...you're back too." Her voice was hoarse and slow, with a hint of an unknown sigh, as if she was sighing, and seemed to be secretly exploring something.
Qi Heyao leaned forward slightly, looking at Yun Piao on the couch with a complicated expression. His voice was gentle but revealed deep concern: "Mother, I am here. I hope you take care of yourself. I am still looking forward to your guidance."
Yun Qian lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Yun Piao's pale, limp face, and a slight pang of pain reached her nose. The once dignified and inviolable woman had now become so fragile, a feeling of powerlessness welling up in her heart, as if even her breathing had become heavier...
"Good to see you back..." Yun Piao murmured softly, her eyes flickering between Qi Heyao and Yun Qian, as if confirming something, or perhaps weighing something. Then, a faint, almost invisible curve curved her lips, as if to offer a hint of comfort, but it faded in an instant. "Good to see you back."
She paused for a moment, her breath panting slightly, as if she had remembered something, and her eyes suddenly became more serious. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Come here—send the attendants away."
The eunuchs and maids in the palace immediately held their breath and bowed before leaving. Yun Piao's gaze slowly shifted to Qi Heyao, her expression regaining some of its former dignity. "Heyao, you should leave first. I have something to tell Qian'er alone."