The female guard looked at Qingyin, who was engrossed in a special storybook, and scratched her head helplessly, thinking guiltily, "The prince only said that the madam is not allowed to go out. Is it okay for her to read a special storybook?" The usually cold and ruthless leader of the secret guards blushed as he spoke, his mind clouded by lust.
Qingyin, who had stayed up all night reading a storybook, managed to fall asleep despite the gentle persuasion of the female guard. She was in a drowsy sleep because of the late night, until she felt someone shaking her. Annoyed, Qingyin slapped the person. The slap was so strong that just as it was about to hit the person, Qingyin suddenly remembered her character and reduced the force of her slap. However, the effect of the Strength Pill was still quite strong, and a bright red handprint was left on the person.
"Wow, Consort Nian's hand is quite strong!"
A familiar voice rang in Qingyin's ears. She opened her eyes in confusion and then saw the person in front of her clearly. He was dressed in a white robe and had deep blue eyes. Wasn't that the high monk Wuyuan who had been secretly following her?
Qingyin looked curiously at the man's thick, straight hair. Could it be a wig? Can monks wear wigs now? Qingyin had wanted to ask him last time, but she found that he had disappeared for a while, so she didn't ask. She didn't expect to meet him here again.
Looking into Qingyin's eyes, Bailey—no, he should be Bailey—was actually the heir to a small country called Demu, bordering to the north. He came to the Qing Dynasty only to cooperate with the Qing and exchange resources. The Qing princes who were best at making money and doing such things were the Ninth Prince, so he had his eye on the Ninth Prince from the beginning. He just didn't expect to meet the person he fell in love with at first sight. When he heard that his beloved had become the Fourth Prince's concubine, he was not disappointed. Their country was not feudal about love. As long as they liked each other, there were many people who would get married and then have their own affairs. Bailey didn't like such promiscuous relationships. However, when he saw Qingyin again, he understood some people in his country without being taught. He didn't come to destroy this family; he came to join this family!
Bailey thought about it sincerely, but he knew that women in the Qing Dynasty generally thought differently from them, so he specially applied his country's secret medicine to grow his hair back, and then used his bone-shrinking technique to sneak into Prince Yong's mansion. The moment he held Qingyin that day, Bailey did not see the resistance in Qingyin's eyes, nor her familiar gaze. He knew she recognized him, and heaven knows how happy he was. This time he disappeared from Qingyin's side was when he returned to his country, leaving the inherited throne and the relationship with the country to his adopted brother. Bailey, who had just left, did not care about his brother who was bewildered in the wind. He left his adopted brother with only a heartless back view.
Upon returning to the Qing Dynasty from the border, Bailey went straight to Prince Yong's residence. Listening to the report from the person pretending to be his bodyguard, Bailey's eyes darkened. He stretched out his hand, and several pink and blue butterflies appeared before his eyes. If Qingyin were here, she would definitely recognize that these were the strange butterflies that had flown onto her hand to try and scam her.
In fact, this is a butterfly kept exclusively by the royal family of Demoiselles. It has many uses, the most unique of which is its ability to communicate and track. If one butterfly comes into contact with a person or object, the other butterflies will find her.
That's why Pelé is here.
Without mentioning the costs and hardships they had endured along the way, Bailey smiled and directly took Qingyin's small hand, touching her black hair. He teased, "Secondary Consort? Madam, this is real hair, feel it."
Qingyin, realizing her intentions had been discovered, gave a slightly embarrassed smile and said, "Master Wuyuan."
Looking at Qingyin, who was still calling him Master Wuyuan, the man frowned slightly for a moment, then smiled and said, "I prefer Madam to call me Bailey rather than Master Wuyuan."
"Pele."
Qingyin was a little curious about how he found her. After all, he had been missing for so long and there was no clue about her disappearance. It was truly unbelievable that he was the first to find her.
As if sensing Aon's curiosity, Bailey leaned close to Aon's ear and teased, "If you want to know the secret, you'll have to become one of my people!"
Qingyin stopped looking at him with her curious gaze, and Bailey wasn't disappointed. He didn't have many other merits, but he was thick-skinned, which was evident from the fact that he, as the heir of Demu, had risen to become a famous high monk in the Qing Dynasty. After all, some of the strange things that happened on the road were caused by him. Although he was a little upset by Qingyin's slight rejection, he wasn't disappointed. After all, how could such a beautiful wife be easy to pursue? With the spirit of perseverance, Bailey was determined to stick to his wife's side for the rest of his life.
He leaned close to Qingyin's ear and whispered with a chuckle, "It's okay for me to become your person."
Qingyin didn't really want to deal with this ridiculously flirtatious fake monk, but she couldn't just ignore such a grown man. The best outcome was to get out with the person in front of her, since her mission was related to Yinzhen, not some tragic heroine like a domineering prince imprisoning her.
"Now that you've gotten in, hurry up and get me out of here."
Qingyin raised her chin, looked at the man arrogantly, and said fiercely.
"But Madam, what benefit would I gain from rescuing you?"
Bailey looked at Qingyin, who still wouldn't lower her head, and wasn't angry. She was so cute. He looked at Qingyin, who looked even more charming with her head held high, with starry eyes. The deep affection in his eyes was like honey. He persevered. Although his wife was very beautiful, he still had to get the corresponding results. After all, the opportunity had been handed to him. How could he let it go?
Seeing Bailey's insistence, Qingyin knew that he wouldn't give in this time without some coaxing and some benefits. She pretended to ponder for a moment, after all, how could the original owner, a woman raised in a secluded family, so quickly agree to a man's specific benefits?
So after waiting for a while, Qingyin slowly and hesitantly said, "Once I get out, you will get what you want."
The man, who was patiently waiting for the results, had a bright look in his eyes. It was good. As expected, the beautiful Eternal Heaven was on his side. He picked up Qingyin around the waist and laughed, "Then, Madam, you'd better hold me tight. I will make sure you return to Prince Yong's Mansion safely. Madam, don't forget your lover."
Qingyin blushed, speechless at the man who spoke of his lover with such pride. How awful, even mimicking these people's way of addressing him. She murmured, "Don't call me Madam."
The man chuckled softly, "Yes, Consort Nian."
Qingyin frowned slightly as she looked at the familiar faces lying at the door. Before she could say anything, Bailey quickly defended himself, "None of these people are dead. I only drugged them."
Seeing Qingyin's relaxed expression, Bailey breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he respected his wife's personality and knew she was kind, so he didn't let anyone kill her. Otherwise, it would have ruined his image in his wife's heart!
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