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

Chapter 210 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 44

Amidst the drizzle, Yun Qian's thoughts raced deeper than the downpour. Qi Jueyu stood before her, his gaze as deep as the abyss, as if trying to see through every ripple in her heart. But Yun Qian's gaze passed through him, reaching further. She knew the current situation was far more than just a grudge between her and Qi Jueyu.

The life and death of Queen Yun was the key she had to grasp. She vaguely felt that there were always more important things in this world that she could do, not just for the glory of the Yun family or the stable continuation of a certain generation of the royal family.

"Queen Yun cannot die." Yun Qian secretly made up her mind.

She recalled her previous life, when Queen Yun passed away peacefully only after a smooth transfer of power. By then, Qi Heyao had enough supporters, and while his rule wasn't perfect, it was still a continuation of his ancestors' legacy.

However, this time, when she carefully thought about the current situation in various states across the country, she found that Qi Heyao's failure was not accidental, but there were traces to follow.

When Taizu of the Great Qi started his business, he was no different from the monarchs of other countries in troubled times. He conquered the world with soldiers and horses, so when he tried to maintain the world, he still used force-based methods.

With heavy military garrisons and military commanders in power, these meritorious officials of the chaotic times became the vanguard of each state. Generations of ancestors tried to gradually reclaim power, but with little success, and the hidden dangers of local separatism were never eradicated.

It was not until Yun Piao came to power that she promoted scholars from humble backgrounds, opened up channels for public opinion, and sent courageous censors to various places. It was only during her actual reign that she began to promote scholars who had passed the imperial examinations.

She spent a generation carving out local power, preventing the powerful families who once controlled the region from stirring up trouble at will. Although Yun Piao's reforms were not thorough, they laid the foundation for the Great Qi.

In this life, if Queen Yun died early, Qi Heyao would be eager to take action against the aristocratic families after he succeeded to the throne, just as Yun Qian remembered.

Indeed, he might be able to purge the powerful and influential in the capital, but local unrest could never be quelled quickly by swords and spears. Once local military power lost control, war would inevitably flare up again. She had witnessed Qi Heyao's helplessness, and at that moment, she finally understood that a rule based on bloodline and violence was ultimately fragile.

"Destiny," Yun Qian thought coldly, "why must it fall on men of the royal family like them?"

Qi Heyao would ultimately betray the legacy of his ancestors and the path Queen Yun had paved for it. If even someone like him could be considered the Man of Heaven, then why not Yun Piao?

Yun Qian carefully reviewed her analysis, countless details flashing through her mind, and each one pointed to one conclusion: Yun Piao was the one truly worth risking everything on. She took a deep breath and returned her gaze to Qi Jueyu, her gaze less hesitant and more resolute.

"Yun Qian," Qi Jueyu looked at her, frowning slightly, as if he had sensed her sudden change in aura. "What on earth are you thinking about?"

Yun Qian slowly raised her eyes, the rain running down her eyebrows. Her voice was filled with an indescribable coldness and determination amidst the sound of the rain: "Qi Jueyu, believe it or not, this time, I will let someone else carry out the destiny."

Qi Jueyu was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes darkened. The sound of the Buddhist beads spinning in his hand resounded. He sneered and whispered, "Yun Qian, how dare you."

The corners of Yun Qian's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and his smile was as sharp as a knife: "Why shouldn't I dare?"

This time, the system was not by Yun Qian's side, and all of this... was figured out by Yun Qian herself, even though Qi Jueyu was right by her side at this time.

Even though she understood that the people Qi Jueyu had should not be underestimated and that they probably had the capital to compete for the world, and although she was not quite sure where these people Qi Jueyu had come from, one or two things about the son of destiny, whether it was his origin or his acquired opportunities, could not be explained clearly in just a few words.

Yes, she wanted Yun Piao to be the Empress Wu, the Wu Zhao who ruled the world.

"Qi Jueyu, your last name is not important to me. What matters is that you are a person."

Yun Qian looked at him and said, her lips curled up. She was too smart. So smart that she could deduce from just Yun Hou's few words and the operating mechanism of this world that the Qi Jue domain in front of her might not be the Qi Jue domain written on the jade butterfly.

As for who he is, Yun Qian has no idea for the time being. Either he is still related to Emperor Shenzong, or he is really a reincarnated Buddha who came to the earth.

Unfortunately, he became a monk who was not a Buddhist.

Yun Qian sat in the car. Though her smoky, wide-sleeved dress was thick, it clung to her from the slight dampness. The silver embroidery on the hem and cuffs cast a faint, cold glow in the dim light. She wore a dark blue cape, the brim of her hat soaked through by the rain, yet it still highlighted her picturesque features. A few strands of damp black hair clung to her cheeks, adding a touch of coolness to her profoundly expressive eyes.

Thinking of this, Yun Qian suddenly chuckled, as if she found her own thoughts somewhat amusing. However, before this smile could even last a moment, Qi Jueyu grabbed her hand, and the warmth of his palm seeped into her skin through the rain.

"I told you long ago that I could make you the master of the world, but you didn't believe me and insisted on going off to make plans with that loser." Qi Jueyu's voice was low and cold, but the contempt and dissatisfaction that could not be concealed between his words pierced the barrier of rain like a sharp blade. "Why, have you come to your senses now?"

Yun Qian was being held by the hand. She looked down at his long knuckles intertwined with her own slender hand. The pressure from his fingertips wasn't strong, but it made it impossible to break free. She raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of a meaningful smile: "Master, are you really not interested in that position?"

Qi Jueyu lazily played with her fingers, his movements as light and casual as if he were playing with rosary beads. When he heard her words, he did not stop, and his tone remained calm: "Is there anything good about that position?"

Yun Qian was slightly startled, her gaze tracing his stern face for a moment before settling on the Buddhist beads between his fingers. The beads, reflecting the rain, looked even more worn, yet seemed to carry countless memories. She softly asked, "Then why did you come to Qianqiu Temple?"

Qi Jueyu paused for a moment, then looked up at her. His eyes were like a deep pool in the rain, revealing a hint of mockery, yet concealing an unfathomable emotion. "I'm looking for some peace and quiet," he said, a sneer curling his lips.

"Who would have thought that I would meet a disaster like you."