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

Chapter 256 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 90

Yun Qian was surprised that he had investigated so thoroughly... It was exactly the same as the information she had obtained. Lu Zheng was indeed just a groom for an official family.

"I told you to come back, stand by my side, and be with me. Otherwise, I won't talk to you."

"you!"

Yun Qian was furious at this, her beautiful eyebrows were twisted up, and her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"Don't be angry, be careful not to get yourself hurt. I haven't settled the score with you about you being pregnant..."

"You're so ashamed to settle accounts with me? Ha, what right do you have to settle accounts with me? Whether you can have a baby or not is all my decision."

After she finished speaking, when her eyes met Qi Jueyu's with a faint smile, Yun Qian realized belatedly that she seemed to have fallen into a trap.

I glanced over awkwardly, trying to cover up my feelings, but I only saw the man looking calm and composed, which was really annoying. The slight smile at the corner of his mouth revealed his good mood.

He leaned close to her ear and chuckled softly a few times, his seemingly helpless breath evenly spraying on her sensitive earlobe. "Alright, Qianqian, I'll let you know whether the person standing beside you is a reliable ally. This time, I can let you go, but... let me stay close to you for a while, okay? I'll send someone to safely escort you to the retreat you prepared for yourself... I think the groom you picked up should be guarding the gates of Yongcheng by now."

Yun Qian's pupils shrank slightly, and a wave of emotion surged in her heart. He even knew this whole thing? She was speechless for a moment, and finally calmed her uneasy heart. She raised her eyes to look at the man leaning against her shoulder.

"Qianqian, don't look at me like that. If you continue like this, I can't guarantee that I will let you go back."

"Think about it carefully when you get back. I hope that the next time I see you, you will be free."

The ordained Buddhist stood on the city wall and watched her leave with a dark look in his eyes. He knew that he still needed to be patient. It didn't matter. Now that his goal had been achieved, she would soon see clearly who was around her, and soon, she would be back.

At this moment, Yun Qian still didn't know how much disaster her plan would bring to Lu Zheng...

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The wind tore through the dark clouds at the horizon, revealing a pale light that illuminated the still-unmelted snow outside the city. A chilling wind, carrying a biting breath, howled across the frozen river. The earth still slumbered in the cold silence of winter. Occasionally, tiny tips of grass peeped through the snow, but the frost stained them like a dead gray. The New Year had passed, and all things seemed to be brewing a new lease on life, but the cold refused to retreat, as if awaiting an unknown test.

Lu Zheng, clad in black armor, stood on a frost-covered slope. The armor plates reflected a cold light, like a surging undercurrent. Behind him stood a hundred elite soldiers, ready for battle. Their horses belched thick white mist, their hooves leaving distinct yet chaotic footprints in the snow. No one spoke, only the wind whistled in their ears. Each man gripped his weapon tightly, his gaze like a hawk, fixed on the distant city wall veiled in the mist. An invisible sense of oppression permeated the air, as if every falling snowflake triggered an ominous tremor.

From nowhere, a faint bird cry pierced the silence, a sharp cry that seemed to herald the beginning of a new era of tranquility. Lu Zheng looked up, a hint of wariness in his eyes. His right hand slowly rested on the hilt of his sword. His voice was low but commanding: "Pass the order! All troops are on martial law and ready to meet the enemy at any moment." No one knew when the enemy would arrive, or even if they existed. But the crisis, like an undercurrent buried beneath the snow, was silently approaching. Everyone knew that in the next moment, this silent white world might be torn apart by blood and fire.

When Lu Zheng received the order to attack the city, he was confused but did not doubt that this was an edict in the name of Jiao Yunqian.

He looked at the soldier who came to deliver the order, his puzzled eyes swept over him twice, and then his gaze fell back on the handwritten letter. The seal on it was Yun Qian's, it was real.

And so... Lu Zheng embarked on a path of no return. He led 5,000 men to attack the city. Initially, he perceived the enemy's defenses as lax and the defenders sparsely deployed. Although he harbored doubts, he suppressed them. He suspected a shift within the enemy ranks and ordered an all-out attack. However, upon breaking into the city, the sight before him was heartbreaking—the city was deserted and silent, the streets empty, and even less food and supplies.

An ominous premonition washed over Lu Zheng. His eyes were fixed, and several possibilities flashed through his mind until he suddenly realized: This might be a carefully laid trap!

"Retreat!" he ordered decisively, but before he could finish his words, the deep sound of war drums echoed in the distance, reverberating through the mountains like a death knell. Lu Zheng quickly climbed the city wall and saw enemy flags covering the sky and surrounding the entire city.

The soldiers in the camp were all panicked and whispering to each other. Lu Zheng gritted his teeth and growled, suppressing his shock and anger: "Follow my orders, close the city and rest." He quickly stabilized the troops' morale and ordered them to hold the city firmly. At the same time, he selected several nimble light cavalrymen to break out with an urgent report and seek help.

As he watched the light cavalry break free from the encirclement, he clenched his fists, feeling a heavy weight weighing on his heart. If reinforcements didn't arrive, this battle would be an irreversible catastrophe.

Qi Jueyu personally led his troops here, and he watched the messenger "break through numerous hardships" with his own eyes calm, as if he had expected it. Perhaps... all of this was arranged by him personally.

It was late at night when Yun Qian received the news from Lu Zheng. As she looked at the expedited military report, her expression instantly grew colder, the paper in her hands crinkling. A single thought suddenly crossed her mind: someone had forged an imperial edict to frame him, and Lu Zheng had fallen into an elaborate trap.

She didn't have time to think about who had done it. She only knew that she couldn't delay for a moment. She had to find Qi Heyao immediately and ask him to send troops.

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When Yun Qian rushed into the command camp, everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing. She glanced around at everyone in the camp, her gaze sharp, like a sword, leaving everyone feeling uneasy.

"Who gave Lu Zheng the order?" Her voice was cold, with a hint of anger in her tone. "Who passed down this order?!"