Sword Soul?
The sword spirit truly exists, but if the sword spirit were to see its master, why would it disappear?
Various questions flooded her mind. Qian Youxue patted her head, thinking that if fate allowed, she would definitely see him again. She was certain that the phantom was not an enemy, otherwise, it wouldn't have taught her swordsmanship.
"Ah..." Yunhe felt the cold assail him and groggily opened his eyes.
"Yunhe, how are you?" Qian Youxue ran to carry Yunhe back to her room, and was exhausted after cleaning up her wounds.
Seeing Yunhe fast asleep, she yawned widely. Everything would have to wait until tomorrow. She planned to get a good night's sleep. Who knew what kind of ordeal was going to bring with that so-called grand wedding?
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Qian Muxue barely slept all night. As dawn approached, she looked at herself in the mirror in anguish and slammed her fist on the table.
"Miss, it will be too late if we don't act now. Are you really willing to let that good-for-nothing steal the man you like?" Even the maid Nian'er was worried about her mistress.
"Make your move!" Qian Muxue uttered two words in a gloomy tone.
Then, the lights in the house went out, and two figures walked in a large circle to Xueyuan, entering the courtyard through the back door.
Because Yunhe was seriously injured, Qian Youxue, fearing she would worry too much, not only gave her medicine but also a small amount of sleeping potion to help her get a good night's sleep. That's why she didn't notice someone entering the courtyard.
Fearing something might happen, Qian Muxue and her servant lit another sleeping potion in Yunhe's room, and Yunhe slept even more soundly.
At this moment, Qian Youxue was so cold that her bones ached all over. She fell into a deep sleep as soon as she lay down, and had no idea that after driving away Sai Miaoshou, another uninvited guest had arrived.
Qian Muxue was a very proud person, but also a very cautious one. Unable to ascertain Qian Youxue's cultivation level, she had Nian'er blow incense through the window.
After waiting for about half an hour, and seeing that it was almost dawn, she estimated that the old woman who was to wash up would arrive soon. She whispered to Nian'er, "Go, don't bother with the others. My wedding can't be unlucky."
"This servant understands." Nian'er understood and withdrew, quickly going to Yunhe's room.
According to the original plan, she tied Yunhe up tightly, gagged her, and threw her into the closet. Then, she took out Yunhe's usual clothes from the closet, changed into them, and took the disguise pill given to her by the young lady. Looking at her face in the mirror, which had become Yunhe's appearance, she pouted with some disgust.
On the other side, Qian Muxue used the same method, but she didn't take the disguise pill. She didn't want to become an ugly monster. After tying Qian Youxue up and throwing her into the closet, she sat down in front of the mirror.
Not long after, Nian'er pushed open the door and entered. She saw her mistress already sitting in front of the mirror, clearly taking out the phoenix coronet and red wedding dress that the old lady had sent yesterday from the cabinet by the bed.
After changing into the clothes, Qian Muxue happily twirled around in place, admiring herself in the mirror again and again, feeling as if the outfit was made just for her. Thinking about soon seeing her beloved man under a different identity, she was incredibly excited, a blush creeping onto her face.
"Miss is the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm sure the War King will love her." Nian'er praised sweetly and began to do her hair and makeup.
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