Finally, after the imperial physician confirmed that Qi Zhian was not ill, Leng Yan felt relieved. She waved the imperial physician away and then explained everything to Qi Zhian. Although Qi Zhian was still a little confused, she accepted most of it.

Finally, Leng Yan said: "Your Majesty, I will tell you the rest of the things after the coronation ceremony. Now you go to the throne first." Qi Zhian nodded and then let the palace maid help him put on the dragon robe. He walked out surrounded by a large group of palace maids and eunuchs.

After Qi Zhian left, Leng Yan flashed to a remote corner, then leaned against the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Leng Yan wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, then closed her eyes and leaned against the wall to regulate her breathing. After a long time, she opened her eyes, took out a pill from the space and swallowed it, then walked towards the residence that Qi Zhian had arranged for her in the palace.

Tian Dao advised Leng Yan in his sea of ​​consciousness: "My lord, it is difficult for you to recover your spiritual power in the mortal world. In addition, you have consumed too much spiritual power in recent days. Your spiritual power cannot keep up with the consumption. You have also suffered a backlash. It is better for you to return to the world of cultivation as soon as possible.

Otherwise, you might die in the mortal world from the backlash."

Leng Yan lowered his eyes and did not respond when he heard what he said. Tian Dao tried to persuade him for a long time but saw that Leng Yan ignored him, so he shut up.

In the evening, Qi Zhian came to see Leng Yan. Leng Yan looked a little pale, but because her skin was naturally fair and the light was dim at night, Qi Zhian did not notice her paleness.

Qi Zhian looked at Leng Yan, who had a smile in her eyes that she couldn't hide, and said, "Yun Qing, come on, I'll take you to see the fireworks." Leng Yan nodded and followed Qi Zhian to the tallest building in the imperial city.

By this time, the place had already been cleaned up by the palace maids and eunuchs, with chairs and food placed in the place. On the way there, Leng Yan said, "Your Majesty, those people have been imprisoned. You can seek revenge on your own."

Qi Zhian was stunned at first, then smiled and said, "Yun Qing, thank you." Leng Yan shook his head gently and said, "Your Majesty, there is no need for thanks between you and me."

Under the cover of night, Leng Yan did not see the tenderness in Qi Zhian's eyes.

When the fireworks exploded in the air, Leng Yan turned to look at Qi Zhian and said, "Your Majesty, congratulations on your ascension to the throne." Qi Zhian turned to look at Leng Yan, and in the light of the fireworks, she saw her reflection in Leng Yan's usually indifferent eyes.

At that moment, my heartbeat was like an uncontrolled drum, and I could hear the uncontrolled heartbeat caused by Leng Yan's words in my ears.

Her eyes traced Leng Yan's eyebrows and said: ", Yun Qing, thank you." Leng Yan sat up straight and looked at the fireworks in the sky.

Leng Yan looked at the fireworks in the sky and said casually, "Your Majesty, I will be leaving tomorrow. I'll tell you about this today."

When Qi Zhian heard this, she didn't reply for a long time. It was so long that Leng Yan even looked at her sideways before she softly replied, "Okay."

She had known that this moment would come, and she had prepared herself mentally, but she had never imagined that this moment would come so quickly, so quickly that she was completely unprepared.

Leng Yan stopped talking after hearing her answer. The two of them watched the fireworks blooming in the sky quietly. The palace servants around them also lowered their heads and dared not make any sound for fear of disturbing them.

The surroundings were so quiet that one could only hear the sound of breathing. Finally, Leng Yan left first, and Qi Zhian stayed upstairs for a long time before returning to his own bedroom.

At night, the moon was as cold as water, and all the lights in the palace were off. Leng Yan sat alone in the palace arranged for her by Qi Zhian.

She lit an oil lamp, and the soft light of the oil lamp illuminated a small area. Leng Yan sat slightly sideways, with half of her face hidden in the darkness and half illuminated by the candlelight, revealing a seductive beauty.

She took out some things from her storage space, and then began to set up a formation in the hall. After the formation was completed, she input her spiritual power into it. As the formation was activated, a gentle spiritual power spread outward.

The magic circle did not stop until all the spirit stones at the center of the formation were used up. Leng Yan stood up but could not help but stagger. She stroked her chest and swallowed the fishy sweetness in her throat. The backlash was getting more and more serious today. She had to return to the world of cultivation as soon as possible.

The formation she had just used was to tamper with the memories of those people. In their memories, the princess was found after having been missing for many years. Then, seeing that the monarch was incompetent and could not bear to see the people suffer, she pulled the emperor down from the throne and sat on it herself.

Leng Yan waited until Qi Zhian's breathing stabilized before going to her bedroom. Qi Zhian was already asleep, but she kept calling out "Yun Qing."

Leng Yan lifted the curtain and after a long time she whispered, "Your Majesty, remember, my real name is Leng Yan." But the person on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep and it was unknown whether he could hear her words.

Then, Leng Yan lightly tapped Qi Zhian's forehead with her finger, and a stream of spiritual power penetrated into her body. After a long time, a translucent bead appeared above Qi Zhian's head. Leng Yan took it. The bead contained Qi Zhian's memories of the years he was imprisoned.

Leng Yan looked around the bedroom, then placed the bead in a jade pendant of Qi Zhian. When the bead touched the jade pendant, it quickly merged into it. Qi Zhian never wore this jade pendant, so he felt more at ease placing it in the pendant.

She has interfered too much and should not interfere anymore. If she breaks the jade pendant herself and recovers her memory, it means that Qi Zhian should not have this memory erased. If it is not broken until her death, it means that this memory should be forgotten. Everything else depends on fate.

Before leaving, Leng Yan placed a jade-like peony on the table, which was made from her own spiritual power. With this peony, Qi Zhian could send a message to her once, and that was all she could do.

If Qi Zhian really recovers her memory by then, she will naturally know how to send a letter to her.

After finishing everything, Leng Yan took the Hanyue Sword and left Wanyu. The sword tassel that Qin Du had given to the Hanyue Sword had been lost long ago, and no one knew where it went.

Leng Yan took a day to return to the world of cultivation. When she arrived, she didn't rush back to her sect, but instead healed her wounds first. Three days later, she flew towards Qingyuan Sect on her sword.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Leng Yan wore a silver mask. When she arrived at Qing Yuanzong, the gatekeeper disciples saw her wearing the mask and thought she was there to cause trouble.

Just as he was about to inform the elders, he saw her walking towards them and then took out the disciple token for them to check. One of the disciples took it and checked it, while the other disciple still looked at her warily, holding the hilt of the sword.

After the investigation, the disciple respectfully handed the jade token to Leng Yan, then bowed and saluted, saying: "It's you, Senior Sister. I didn't recognize you just now. I hope you won't blame me." Leng Yan shook her head to indicate that it was nothing, and the other disciple also quickly saluted.

Then they let Leng Yan in. Looking at Leng Yan's back, they inexplicably felt that Leng Yan's back was thin and ethereal.

As soon as he realized what was happening, he immediately shook his head to get rid of the idea. What a joke! That was the senior sister, how could she give people a sense of vulnerability? They must have been obsessed with guarding the gate these past few days.