"Sister-in-law Qiqing, where are you going?" Huangfu Lingmeng called out worriedly. He reached out to restrain Qiqing from her impulsive behavior, wanting to tell her that the Crown Prince was there and would take care of it.
Qi Qing acted as if she hadn't heard Huangfu Lingmeng's voice and walked straight towards a guqin placed on the stage. Without saying a word, nor bowing to the Emperor and Empress Sheng Yuan, she placed her hands gently on the guqin.
“Zheng…”
Qiqing's eyes were empty and numb, and behind the faint mist was a deathly silence.
A pair of bare hands plucked the strings, slowly playing as the melody gradually became clear in her mind. The sound of the piano was long and distant, penetrating the years, crossing time and space, and passing through the thousands of lonely and desperate days and nights.
It flows slowly, filling the entire hall, soothing everyone's mind. It is peaceful and beautiful, as if it can melt away all the hostility in people's hearts.
The ethereal sound of the piano was transmitted to every corner of the imperial capital, and directly hit the desolate courtyard. A man in white clothes looked at the faint light that was faintly visible in the palm of his hand with a distant expression.
The rusted ancient sword sat within the iron cage of the secret chamber. At the call of the zither, it slowly awakened like a dormant dragon, letting out an angry wail that echoed throughout the chamber. It seemed eager to burst forth, its cold blade thirsting for blood. Only after the zither's music faded did it gradually return to silence.
A song soothes the devil, a thousand years pass by
"Woo..." A sudden flute sound interrupted the endless piano sound that filled the entire hall.
"Puff..." The purple-clothed girl suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The moment she fell, she was held in the arms of Huangfu Lingao who came like a gust of wind. "Seven Emotions..." A low and anxious voice sounded from above her head.
Qi Qing slowly raised her head, her purple eyes hazy and her lips red as she looked at Huangfu Lingao's nervous expression and shouted, "Huangfu Lingao..."
The soft and harmless voice made people tremble with fear.
Dugu Ling raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the direction where Huangfu Lingao was leaving with Qiqing in his arms, his clear peach blossom eyes flashing with a cold light.
When the banquet was over, everyone left.
Princess Chaoyang recovered and looked at the people leaving in twos and threes. She stared blankly at Shangguan Chiyue and asked, "Your Majesty, my brother...did that woman named Qiqing play the piano just now?"
Shangguan Chiyue was also a little confused, and instinctively said: "Play it."
Princess Chaoyang asked again: "How was the playing? Why don't I remember what it was?" It was strange. She was sure that the woman played it, but she couldn't remember what it was.
Shangguan Chiyue felt the same way, but he didn't want to admit it, so he snorted and said, "That's it."
Ru Shi, who fell a few steps behind and left with the two of them, quietly stuffed the flute into her sleeve. Her eyes were different from the confusion of others, but were clear and profound.
Inside the carriage, Huangfu Lingao looked at Qiqing, who was lying in his arms and falling asleep again, with a serious expression.
"Hmm..." Huangfu Lingao's chest constricted, and the energy and blood that had been suppressed for a long time overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
"Your Highness..." Zhou Nian hurriedly supported Huangfu Lingao and asked in confusion, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" Because he had something urgent to do today, he did not enter the palace with His Highness and the others. After finishing his business, he waited at the palace gate.
He was startled when his master came out carrying Miss Qiqing. Before he could ask, he saw that his highness had also vomited blood. Could it be that something had happened in the palace today?
Huangfu Lingao wiped the corner of his mouth, used his internal energy, slowed down, and said, "It's okay."
"Master, just now... Miss Qiqing's piano playing seemed to be a little strange..." Po Sha, who was driving outside, heard the movement in the carriage and spoke up.
When the sound of the guqin played by Miss Qiqing rang out, he felt himself falling into a state of tranquility and far-reaching peace. The sound could make people forget their sorrows and fall into the most beautiful fantasy.
Those with weak wills will be trapped in the illusion and unable to get out. Today they all fell into the illusion inadvertently. If it weren't for the sudden sound of the flute, they would have been deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.
After listening to His Highness and Po Sha's description, Zhou Nian muttered something in his heart. The sound of the zither made people fall into an illusion... Suddenly, Zhou Nian looked up at Qi Qing, his dark eyes narrowed: "Your Highness, Miss Qi Qing is from Qishan?"
The sound of Qiqing's zither can make people forget their sorrows, while the flute played by the man in white on Mount Qishan can breed evil thoughts. Although their goals are different, they share the same origin. Could it be that Qiqing is from the same faction as the man who controlled the flute to challenge them on Mount Qishan?
Miss Qiqing was also injured during the siege of Mount Qi by the Three Kingdoms, so she lost her memory.
When the sound of the Seven Emotions Guqin sounded, he thought of this possibility, because it was not just about making people fall into an illusion.
When he had fought the white-robed man on the summit of Mount Qi, he had been most familiar with the man's flute. Qi Qing's zither music and the white-robed man's flute had similarities, clearly a lineage of learning.
But even so, when he saw Qiqing vomiting blood due to the backlash of the intrusive flute sound, he still flew onto the stage to protect Qiqing and took him away from the palace before everyone recovered.
Even at that time he had suffered internal injuries because of his strong will and his unwillingness to be controlled by his emotions.
Huangfu Lingao reached out and gently lifted the loose hair from Qiqing's forehead: Who are you?
A voice deep in Huangfu Lingao's heart became clearer and clearer, but he could not get a definite answer.
Zhou Nian looked at Huangfu Lingao's attitude towards Qiqing, and his expression became more solemn.
If this girl Qiqing was just an orphan with amnesia, even if she was not a lady from a famous family, she would be just an ordinary country girl, or even a junior sister of a sect in the martial arts world.
As long as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is willing, she can become the Crown Princess of Sheng Yuan, or even the future Queen of Sheng Yuan.
But this woman happened to be related to Qishan. This time they went to Qishan and searched the entire mountain, but found nothing.
But it is this Qishan, which seems to have nothing, that has made people spend a lot of effort to design the whole world, even involving the events of Shengyuan Kingdom and Shang Kingdom twenty years ago.
Zhou Nian didn't even dare to imagine what this girl from such a complicated place, a girl full of secrets and dangers, would bring to His Highness if she became His Highness's Crown Princess.
Besides, there is still no news about the red-haired witch from Qishan. What kind of relationship does Miss Qiqing have with that woman?
His Highness said today that he and Miss Qiqing were just doing business, or in other words, helping each other, but Zhou Nian looked at His Highness's attitude. He was afraid that His Highness was not aware of his feelings for Miss Qiqing.
When it comes to love, people involved cannot see through it, and outsiders cannot understand it.
Zhou Nian lifted the curtain, looked at Po Sha who was driving the carriage outside, and sighed deeply. He lowered the curtain, but missed Po Sha's glance when he turned his head.
Tonight, inside and outside the Shengyuan Imperial Capital, countless people are awake, some shocked, some grief-stricken, some confused. And who knows how many secret conspiracies and intrigues are going on.
On the second day, early in the morning, the Emperor and Empress of Shengyuan Kingdom selected Qiqing as the Crown Princess of Shengyuan Kingdom. Ten days later, on the Double Ninth Festival, which was also the birthday of Crown Prince Huangfu, the news of the enthronement ceremony spread throughout the capital of Shengyuan Kingdom, and Emperor Shengyuan personally issued an edict to inform the whole country.
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