Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival of the following year when I saw Qi Mingze again.

The Mid-Autumn Festival coincided with the emperor's twenty-third birthday. This year, the palace was extremely lively. Early in the morning, important officials from all over the country were ordered to come to Beijing to celebrate the emperor.

As the emperor's brother, Qi Mingze was naturally among those invited.

Yun Si met him in the back garden of the palace.

She was sitting in a pavilion, leaning against the railing, looking at the flowers under the pavilion in various ways, waiting for Pei Ting to hear about it.

At this moment, Qi Mingze appeared.

Suddenly appeared in the pavilion, standing in front of her.

A pair of eyes stared at her sadly, at her face, and at her gorgeous and beautiful palace dress.

The palace skirt trailed to the floor, and delicate iris flowers bloomed at the end of the skirt, decorating her skirt.

She was sitting next to the railing. She had an extraordinarily delicate and bright face, like a fairy. Her painted skin had been carefully traced, and every inch and every millisecond was perfect and stunning.

The beauty was bright, cold and charming. Being stared at directly, she seemed to feel something and looked over.

With her cold and calm gaze coupled with her captivating peach blossom eyes that almost make people lose their soul, she is like a goddess who has fallen into the evil way.

The flawless holiness is mixed with the dreamy lust.

simply……

Qi Mingze's eyes were glued to her body from beginning to end, and he slowly approached, step by step.

"Miss Yun..."

He was like a stupid person, he couldn't see anything else, there was only her in his eyes, and she was the only one left.

The resentment and dissatisfaction he once felt disappeared the moment he saw her.

They walked over step by step, completely forgetting their respective identities, and were about to pounce on them.

Yun Si saw something was wrong, got up and walked around the tea table in the pavilion.

"Your Highness, please respect yourself."

The bright and attractive skirt swirled beautifully in mid-air, and her voice was clear, cold and distant.

"Self-respect?" Qi Mingze, who had lost his soul, seemed to have regained his senses for a moment.

But that was only a moment.

He followed her and said, "Miss Yun, you have forgotten that I am your husband, and I am your only husband."

"Pei Tingwen, no, that beast, he forced you, didn't he?"

"I'm sorry. It's because I came late. It's because I failed to protect you properly. It's my fault that you have been wronged."

As he spoke, his pace became faster and faster.

Across the tea table that was in the way, he turned left and right, as if he had to catch her.

Yun Si didn't say anything. She found the opportunity and ran out of the pavilion immediately.

Qi Mingze caught up immediately.

"Miss Yun—Miss Yun, don't run away—"

"..." Yun Si wanted to hide aside.

The next second.

A ray of silver light suddenly came out, like a sword being unsheathed, piercing the sky, the force was sharp and cold.

Before he could react, he passed her by and stabbed her behind.

Yun Si stopped.

The muffled sound of the blade inserting into flesh and blood was heard, and the annoying guy behind let out a scream, and then there was no sound.

Yun Si raised her eyes and turned around.

When she was about to look at Qi Mingze, the familiar aura of safety hugged her instantly, and his big hands covered her eyes, as if he didn't want her to see the bloody side.

The sound of deep breathing was right next to her ears, and he turned her around, not looking at the person next to him.

"Are you injured?"

The man said softly, grabbing her hand and checking it.

Look at your left hand, then your right hand.