Under the cover of dusk, Qingyao moved like a bolt of lightning towards the western suburbs. She was quite familiar with the Qingluo Kingdom and knew exactly where the western suburbs were.
Ever since she heard Murong Ruyin say that the white-haired flower thief was actually Wuqing, her heart twisted as if it had become a piece of twisted hemp.
How could such a thing happen? Why was Wuqing's hair all white and his eyes turned red? What exactly was going on? Just thinking about it sent waves of dizziness through her, her heart unable to bear the pain.
Yinxuan accompanied her silently. Although he felt uneasy, hearing Murong Ruyin's words, he knew that in Wuqing's heart, Qingyao's importance was no less than his own, perhaps even greater.
This deep love he had for her made him feel somewhat relieved. Now, he would escort her to his side and then depart.
He believed that Wuqing was capable of protecting her well.
The group quickly made their way towards the ancient temple in the western suburbs.
In front of the ancient temple stood a towering tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. The moonlight cast dappled shadows beneath it. The surroundings were desolate, with not a soul in sight. Qingyao, already anxious, rushed inside, but there was no one in the ancient temple. The group searched thoroughly but found no trace of anyone. Had Murong Ruyin lied to them, or had Wuqing already left?
The thought of the mental torment he must be enduring at this moment made Qingyao wish she could see him immediately, at least to alleviate some of his suffering. He must be looking for her, which was why the rumor of the white-haired flower thief of Fengfen City had surfaced.
There was no reason for Murong Ruyin to lie to her about this.
So, it must be that Wuqing had left. What should they do now? Qingyao paced anxiously in front of the ancient temple. The usually calm person had lost her composure, proving that when something directly concerns oneself, one becomes reckless.
Yinxuan, with his tall frame, walked over, placed his hands on her shoulders, and said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, we will find him. Believe me."
His words were like a refreshing spring, soothing to the soul. Qingyao indeed calmed down after hearing him. Although still anxious, she had regained her senses. Frowning slightly, she looked up at the ancient tree overhead and spoke in a low voice.
"I know he will be paying attention to a certain place. As long as we make a move to kill Changsun Yin, he will surely appear."
As soon as Qingyao finished speaking, Yinxuan and Mochou nodded. Her words were not untrue. Wuqing was not a fool; he surely knew that she would eventually return to Fengfen City to kill Changsun Yin. Therefore, he must be hiding in the shadows, watching the events at Prince Yin's mansion. As soon as they made a move to kill Changsun Yin, he would definitely appear.
"Alright, let's go back first then."
Yinxuan's large hand held hers. Her smooth, delicate hand was icy cold, indicating the genuine turmoil within her heart.
Perhaps she herself did not realize it, but she had truly fallen for him. Wuqing was truly different from ordinary people. Such overwhelming, persistent devotion would move anyone. Perhaps this time, he would not be able to let go. Could he truly bear to see her in pain and sadness?
Yao'er, I hope you will be happy from now on.
The group returned to their lodgings. Yinxuan escorted Qingyao into her room and said softly, "Don't overthink it. We will act as soon as possible."
Qingyao suddenly stopped and slowly looked up at Yinxuan. "I want to cooperate with Murong Ruyin to kill Changsun Yin and Shangguan Hao."
Her eyes were as fierce as a wolf's, bloodthirsty and murderous.
"No, that woman clearly has ill intentions. Don't fall for her trick."
Yinxuan immediately objected. They could kill Changsun Yin and Shangguan Hao, but not in alliance with that woman. Knowing her ill intentions, why provoke her? In his opinion, they should kill her directly with a single stroke. However, before he left, he would definitely kill her, otherwise, he could not leave with peace of mind.
"I'm not afraid of her. I want to see what good ideas she has. As long as we can kill Changsun Yin first, I will kill her afterward. I will never give her an opportunity. She wants to use me to eliminate Changsun Yin; that's a pipe dream. Why don't we turn her plan against her? Eliminate Changsun Yin first, then eliminate her."
As soon as Qingyao finished speaking, Yinxuan pondered for a moment and did not object. After deep thought, he finally nodded.
"Alright, let's see what tricks she plays. But this woman must not be kept alive. I agree to cooperate with her, but you must also promise me that after this is done, you will definitely kill her."
"Okay," Qingyao nodded and led Mochou inside.
Outside the door, Yinxuan stood for a long time before slowly leaving, his heart feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.
These days would likely not last much longer. How many more troubles could he bear for her? As soon as that man appeared, her affairs would become his responsibility, and would no longer concern him.
Inside the room, Qingyao could not sleep. She walked to the window and gazed at the bright moon outside, her heart heavy with sorrow and heartache.
Wuqing, where are you? How did your hair turn white and your eyes red? Seeing you like this pains my heart, but I cannot find you now.
Mochou walked over and said softly, "Miss, please rest. Don't think about it anymore."
"Mochou, I can't sleep. Please bring me my Huangwei Qin. I want to play. I truly hope he can hear my music," Qingyao said slowly. Mochou immediately fetched the Huangwei Qin and placed it on the music stand. Qingyao knelt down and played the Qin under the moonlight.
The Qin music was melancholic, the Qin music was sorrowful, because the heart of the person playing was filled with too much pain, the Qin seemed to mourn, even more like a low sob.
The person playing was distressed, and how could the person listening be any better? In the adjacent courtyard, Yinxuan held a cup of wine and leaned gently against the window, gazing at the moon. Listening to the soft and sad Qin music, thinking of her heartache, his own heart felt even more pained.
On one hand, he felt heartache for her. Seeing her distressed made him reluctant to bear it. On the other hand, he felt heartache for himself. Her heart had truly settled on a man, and that man was not him. This was perhaps the cruelest thing in the world, yet he was powerless to change anything.
The moon was so round tonight, yet why was his heart so cold? Even the moonlight felt bone-chilling. He longed to drown his sorrows in wine.
Thinking this, he unhesitatingly raised his cup and drank it down in one gulp. He turned and poured another cup, quietly listening to the Qin, drinking wine again, and finally, holding the wine flask directly, he would listen to the Qin for a while and drink for a while. He laughed, then felt pain, and when he felt pain, his eyes would hurt, but he forced himself not to shed tears. How many people had this thing called love tormented?
One played the Qin all night, and the other listened to the Qin all night, until finally, completely drunk, they were unconscious.
After playing the Qin all night, Qingyao went to bed as the sky began to brighten and slept until noon before getting up. She instructed Mochou to disguise herself and go to Prince Yin's mansion to deliver a letter, sending it in from the back and stating that she wished to see Miss Lianyin. She was confident that Lianyin would have arranged for someone to be waiting, which was precisely what she wanted.
Mochou took her orders and left, carrying Qingyao's letter to Prince Yin's mansion. Just as Mochou had expected, she encountered no trouble upon entering. A maid was already waiting. Upon hearing that she was looking for Miss Lianyin, the maid immediately came forward and led Mochou to see the concubine.