In a trance of white snow, a woman staggered through the relentless, icy storm. The heavy snowfall pounded down, stinging her eyes and leaving her skin bruised and battered. Despite the harsh conditions and the pain, her determination to reach a distant destination remained unyielding.
The woman saw a drop of blood gradually spread on the white snow, then she realized she was in the bloodbath field. Aware of it now, she spread her sight and saw lots of dead bodies with their necks cut by the sharp blade while others were shot by the arrows.
Suddenly the girl breathes heavily and becomes conscious she ran and shouted at the far distance and repeatedly said: Yuwen Yue! Until her voice dried up like the desert.
In a world turned upside down, she saw blocks of ice scattered across the bloodstained field. From her distant vantage point, she spotted a man dressed in white, lying motionless in the snow. An arrow was embedded in the left side of his chest.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as she watched him breathe heavily. Her heart ached as he finally looked down, his body slowly sliding off the slab of ice.
She ran desperately toward the man, but no matter how hard she tried, her feet were ensnared in the cold, heavy snow. All she could do was watch helplessly as he sank toward the frozen lake. She strained to see his face, but for some reason, it remained shrouded in bleakness.
Her tears flowed endlessly as she tried to come to terms with the scene before her. In a heart-wrenching cry, her voice broke as she uttered, "This isn't happening!" Her words echoed with despair until she lost her voice. Suddenly, the scene erupted in a blinding white light, and the haunting vision dissolved, leaving nothing but darkness.
On a restless night, Chu Qiao was tormented by nightmares that took her back to a frozen lake where a man was drowned. Despite her desperate efforts to see the man's face, she remained trapped in the dream, and it soon spiraled into a nightmarish haze.
Suddenly, Chu Qiao jolted awake, gasping for air. She looked around the small room, reassured by its familiar order. Her gaze fell on Yuwen Yue, who was sleeping peacefully beside her. The sight of her husband's serene and handsome face brought her a profound sense of comfort. In that moment, she wished she could freeze time, savoring his peaceful expression forever.
After half an hour of quietly studying her husband's face, Chu Qiao drifted back to sleep.
Yuwen Yue awoke first. Since their marriage, his sleep had improved significantly; he hadn't enjoyed such restful nights until now.
Though he maintained his usual cold stance, he felt a deep sense of contentment as he gazed at his beautiful wife sleeping peacefully in his arms. The sensation was oddly familiar, but he quickly pushed it aside and embraced his usual composed, unemotional facade.
Rising from bed, Yuwen Yue donned his cotton robe and made his way to the kitchen. There, he gathered some firewood and set about kindling a fire to boil the teapot
Yuwen Yue didn't need to do manual work, but he felt compelled to maintain the facade until he uncovered the truth. Stepping out behind the lodge, where he was sure no one could see or hear him, he whistled softly. A bird, perched among the forest's tall pine trees, flew down to rest on his shoulder. Yuwen Yue took a deep breath, savoring the fresh morning air as sunlight filtered through the leaves.
The sudden sound of the whistle and the bird's flapping wings startled Chu Qiao awake. She looked beside her and noticed her husband was no longer there. Yuwen Yue always rose before her, and she was accustomed to finding a note from him on the dining table each morning.
As footsteps drew closer, Chu Qiao decided to pretend to be asleep, peeking through half-closed eyes to observe her husband. Yuwen Yue approached the nearby cabinet, selected his clothes, and took a deep breath, murmuring, "Good smell."
Chu Qiao felt a secret thrill at the thought that her husband appreciated her laundry work. She maintained her pretense of sleep as Yuwen Yue carried the clothes outside for his bath.
A mischievous thought crossed Chu Qiao's mind. She wondered, "What if I make the first move?"
A soft giggle escaped her lips as she contemplated her plan.
"Yes, I have a plan," she whispered to herself, already envisioning how she might turn the situation to her advantage.
Meanwhile, Yuwen Yue enjoyed a refreshing cold shower under the summer morning sun. Afterward, he dressed in his usual attire and returned to their room. As he approached the bed, he noticed Chu Qiao's small feet and skin like jade peeking from beneath the covers.
Yuwen Yue's mind drifted to provocative thoughts. Did she really sleep in just her innerwear? His gaze lingered on her, curiosity mingling with desire as he wondered what more might be hidden beneath the sheets.
Yuwen Yue found himself irresistibly drawn to his wife, his focus wavering from his usual duties. The sight of Chu Qiao leaning back, exposing her clear skin and a faint red tattoo etched upon it, intensified his attraction. The sight stirred a mix of desire and confusion within him.
The faint red tattoo on Chu Qiao's skin was an intricate design, blending seamlessly with her natural complexion. Its delicate lines formed a pattern that seemed both ancient and enigmatic, hinting at a deeper story or hidden significance. The tattoo's hue, a subtle yet striking shade of red, suggested something personal or symbolic rather than merely decorative.
To Yuwen Yue, the tattoo was both alluring and puzzling. It was as if the tattoo held a secret, one that might reveal more about Chu Qiao's past or her true self. The way it traced along her skin, sometimes hidden and sometimes revealed, captivated him. Each curve and line seemed to resonate with an unspoken history, drawing him closer and making him yearn to understand its meaning.
He couldn't help but wonder if the tattoo was a remnant of her past life or a symbol of something significant—perhaps a mark of her training, her identity, or even a bond to someone important. The tattoo seemed to be a part of her that was both intriguing and elusive, adding to the mystery of Chu Qiao and her life before they met.
As he gazed at it, Yuwen Yue felt a mix of admiration and curiosity. It was a visual reminder of the depth and complexity of Chu Qiao, a woman who had already proven to be much more than he initially realized. The tattoo only deepened his desire to uncover the full story behind her, making him more determined to bridge the gap between their worlds and understand the many layers of her identity.
Yuwen Yue's overthinking about the simple tattoo on Chu Qiao's back, struggled with the internal conflict between his desires and his resolve. His body urged him to reach out, while his mind wrestled with restraint.
Suddenly he snapped himself from this erotic moment, shaking off his distractions, and moved to his usual spot at the table. He resumed his routine, focusing on writing and regaining his composure.
He penned a note for his wife, his handwriting precise but his tone teasing:
Wifey,
Your hot tea is ready. You know where to find me. "Please try not to expose your tattoo at your back, especially while you're asleep."
Ra Yue
Yuwen Yue left the note on the dining table, his expression composed. He then headed out, leaving the morning's warmth and intimacy behind.
Yuwen Yue had always cherished writing letters as a means of connecting with the outside world. This practice rekindled memories of a special relationship he had with Princess Xiao Yu of Liang, Skyshadow martial arts Master, and Leader of the Liang's Elite spies network, Sister of Xiao Ce and now Wife of Yan Xun, the Queen of Yanbei bond forged during their youthful years. Their correspondences was a cherished tradition, reminiscent of modern penpals, with Xiao Yu effortlessly recognizing his distinctive penmanship.
Despite being archenemies, Yuwen Yue and Xiao Yu's relationship blossomed through their letters. Both held significant titles and harbored secrets that could sway thrones, yet their mutual respect and affection grew stronger with each exchange. Xiao Yu, in particular, found herself deeply in love with Yuwen Yue, a sentiment she came to accept with time. But Yuwen Yue considers her only a friend and continued being true until today.
Her assistant, Tao Ye, was well aware of this hidden friendship with a hint of one-sided love for Xiao Yu. Tao Ye, a skilled spy courier, managed the delicate task of delivering Xiao Yu's responses to the Yuwen Household while deftly evading the numerous traps set by their adversaries. Her role was crucial in maintaining the secrecy of their correspondence and protecting her own life in the process.
Chu Qiao, now accustomed to her husband's morning routine, waited until Yuwen Yue had left. Quietly, she tiptoed to the dining table to read the note he had left. Her eyes widened, and goosebumps prickled her skin as she absorbed his words.
The note stirred a deep, thrilling warmth within her. Knowing that her husband was controlling his desires while they waited only heightened her own longing. The anticipation of their eventual closeness felt even more intense now.
After checking the date and noting that it wasn't yet an auspicious one for them, Chu Qiao pressed a gentle kiss to the note before tucking it close to her heart. With a satisfied smile, she went about her usual household chores, lifted by the sweet excitement of their unconsummated bond.
Chu Qiao went outside to hang her laundry when she spotted the Cangwu bird hovering near their lodge once more. It dawned on her that the bird had become a familiar visitor. Smiling, she called out, "Come here, I'll give you some food."
She set her laundry basket aside and scattered a handful of rice grains on the ground for the bird. To her astonishment, instead of pecking at the food, the bird began to speak. It repeated the name "Xinger" three times, each call clearer than the last.
Chu Qiao felt a pang of irritation as she watched the bird, which seemed to deliberately avoid the grains she had offered. She muttered, "Xinger? What's that supposed to mean?" But the bird merely fluttered to a nearby tree, ignoring the food on the ground.
Annoyed by the bird's apparent rejection, Chu Qiao huffed, "Fine, if you don't want the grains, then don't take them!" Despite her frustration, a smile tugged at her lips as she repeated the name, "Xinger?!"
Lost in thought, she suddenly wondered if the bird had indeed called her "Xinger." The idea struck her as absurd, and she shook her head, dismissing it as a fanciful notion. With a resolute sigh, she refocused on her chores, pushing aside the strange thought and carrying on with her tasks.
And suddenly the summer ground turned to dust when she began practicing her martial arts.
As Chu Qiao practiced her martial arts, the summer ground beneath her seemed to turn to dust with each precise movement. Her star darts whizzed through the air, finding their mark on a nearby tree. With a swift, graceful leap, she soared into the air to retrieve each dart, landing with a powerful thud before bowing her head and catching her breath.
Finally, after the fantastic martial arts, she went to cool down her adrenaline rush and meditated making her senses ten times sharper.
In the midst of her focus, a figure clad in a black ninja suit appeared, hurling three sharp needles toward her head. Yet, with her heightened awareness, Chu Qiao remained calm and centered. As the needles closed in, her power manifested in an extraordinary way—her body seemed to defy gravity, moving with a supernatural grace and precision that allowed her to avoid the attack effortlessly.
The needles hung suspended in mid-air, a moment of suspended disbelief as if time itself had frozen. Not a single strand of Chu Qiao's hair was disturbed. Then, as abruptly as they had been halted, the needles clattered to the ground.
Chu Qiao's eyes snapped open, scanning the area for any sign of the intruder. But the figure had vanished without a trace, leaving her with a sense of unease. She knew that the presence of such a skilled assailant suggested a potential threat that might return.
With a worried frown, Chu Qiao picked up the three needles, examining them closely. To her relief, she detected no poison. However, their design and resemblance to the needles used in Zhong Yu's poisoning were troubling. The connection raised her concerns about the motives behind the attack and the potential danger that might still loom.
This wasn't Viper; she knew that he would never miss an opportunity to confront her directly and demand their return to Chu Jing Kingdom. The unfamiliarity of the attack left her puzzled.
She recalled the encounter with the mysterious woman in the black ninja suit, who had ambushed them during their journey to Xuili Mountain. Zhong Yu's sudden interference had thwarted their initial meeting. The woman's voice, distinctly feminine, had conveyed an unsettling message: "I am not here to kill you but just to look at your face."
The memory lingered in her mind, intensifying her curiosity about this unknown entity. Why had this figure chosen to follow her silently and only now reveal themselves? The motive remained a mystery.
It is quite late in the afternoon, and the summer sunset had just arrived where the twilight started to spread to the cold forest.
Yuwen Yue's voice remained steady, betraying no hint of emotion as he answered. "Yes, Master Zuo has ensured they are under good care. Liang's Martial Arts Temple at Kong Sang Mountain is well-regarded for its rigorous training and discipline. It's a secure environment designed to develop both their physical and mental strength."
Chu Qiao's surprise was evident as she absorbed this new information. "Really? Is it truly safe there?" she inquired, her concern for their children palpable.
Yuwen Yue said: I believe so, some of their best are absorbed by the palace and becomes the crown princes envoy.
Chu Qiao said: Wow, what a good idea and bright future ahead and then she sighed.
Yuwen Yue noticed his wife's sigh he asked: Are you sad, you won't see them the way it used to be?
Chu Qiao said: "No, they are in good hands now, with the Temple master's they would be able to discover their strengths and master their weakness when they grow old… but I .. I just miss those three kids and hope to see them again one day."
Yuwen Yue felt his wife's wishes on air, he offered a solution and said: "We can visit."
Chu Qiao on her happy face she said: "Oh husband, thanks in advance! When?"
"It is restricted yet to visit them so maybe…" Yuwen Yue look at the ceiling to think then not so sure he said honestly: "Maybe in a few months time."
Chu Qiao shook her head from left to right she said: "Okay.. do I have any choice?"
"You do," said Yuwen Yue.
How about this…you cook for them, and we will travel to Kong Sang mountain and deliver the food to the three kids? Yuwen Yue was waiting for Chu Qiao's approval and lovely cheeks to say yes.
Chu Qiao looked at her husband's eyes as if telling something in there and wants his husband to decode it.
Yuwen Yue reads those looks he said: "I know what you are thinking. It won't happen again…" Yuwen Yue paused and added:" hopefully."
Chu Qiao's mind raced as she considered the potential dangers ahead. The recent incident at the jewelry shop had reminded her of the unpredictable risks they faced. If they were to travel, unforeseen threats could arise at any moment, putting her at risk of revealing her advanced martial arts skills and powers. The idea of her capabilities being exposed to Yuwen Yue was unsettling.
She recalled Yuwen Yue's words, spoken with his characteristic cold detachment: "The walls have ears; you don't need to explain if you don't want to pass this through illegal channels." The phrase seemed to echo in her mind, a reminder of the hidden layers of their interactions and the caution required.
As she glanced at the engagement ring, which had become a symbol of her intertwined fate with Yuwen Yue, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. The ring was not just an accessory but a part of their complex and secretive life. Chu Qiao mused over the significance of the ring and its impact on their relationship, especially with Yuwen Yue's unwavering scrutiny.
Chu Qiao left on air she replied: "You are looking at my ring, are you going to regret you will have to pay for it for a lifetime?
Yuwen Yue answered: "No, I remember how did the ring come to wear those little fingers again."
Chu Qiao, caught off guard by Yuwen Yue's intense gaze, felt a shiver run down her spine. His voice, laden with a mix of longing and sadness, cut through the tension in the room. "Tell me you are her…"
Yuwen Yue's voice wanting and sad.. the cold air between them turned hot as Yuwen Yue came closer and took her small waist and gave her eye contact.
Chu Qiao eyes were asking… but speechless, suddenly felt some goosebumps on Yuwen Yue's hands on her waist, she said gently: "Who? Xinger?"
Yuwen Yue heard the name, he blinked at her, but there are no words.
Chu Qiao's mind raced, feeling a mix of panic and embarrassment. What a fool I've been, she thought, uttering that bird's word in front of him. The heat from Yuwen Yue's intense gaze made her feel like she was melting under the pressure, her composure slipping away like ice in the sun.
Her heart pounded, each beat echoing the turmoil within. As she met his gaze, she felt her resolve weaken, the cold walls she had so carefully built around her secrets beginning to crumble. She struggled to maintain her poise, but Yuwen Yue's proximity, combined with his searching eyes, made it almost impossible.
The air between them crackled with unspoken words and buried truths. Chu Qiao felt an overwhelming urge to either retreat from the intensity or reveal everything she had hidden. Yet, she stood frozen, caught in the emotional tempest that Yuwen Yue's presence had stirred within her.
Yuwen Yue broke the silence and erotic moment he coldly said: "Xinger?
Where did you get that name?"
Yuwen Yue questioning her eyes but Chu Qiao did not answer.
Suddenly Yuwen Yue turned his back and went back to sit on the dining table.
Chu Qiao was left on the air she does not know what to tell her husband.
Will she tell her husband a story of a talking bird camping on their roof? What if her husband kills the talking bird? What would her husband think of her? Crazy fool?
Yuwen Yue interrupted Chu Qiao's deep thoughts he said: Hey! Did you happen to hear or even meet a talking bird?
Chu Qiao heard it right she admitted: "Yes."
Then she thought: Oh my gorgeous husband knows the talking camping bird at their roof.
Chu Qiao was waiting for Yuwen Yue to tell her more about the talking bird.
Yuwen Yue thinks…
If she is Xinger, she could have recognized the bird right away and that she would realize who is this man in front of her and everything about the past will open up like a book interesting to read, but it did not.
Instead, this woman is saying there is talking bird..etc.. etc..
Yuwen Yue thinks if she is Xinger, she would already know.
But it seems, Yuwen Yue is with a woman who does not even know about the talking bird and who is Xing'er to him.
He thinks his wife is the imposter Chu Qiao but strongly believes she is the real Xinger but why does she does not recognize him?
Until when Yuwen Yue can hold on to this set-up, he does not know, but he plans not to do anything until he proves he is the real Chu Qiao and not the imposter one.
His vacation leave has been extended for quite some time, and he has an empire to rule, he needs to know before he steps on his Qinghai throne.
Yuwen Yue downplayed the moment and said it lightly: "Oh, the talking bird! Baby, you won't mind if this little pet camping on the roof is providing some company to us right now?"
Suddenly the bird came to their open window and tweeted the name again: "Xinger."
Yuwen Yue on his back came to look at the bird with his wrinkled brow and cold eyes, the bird suddenly flew away. Chu Qiao laughed and said: Ha..ha..ha.. what have you done? You scared the bird!
Yuwen Yue looked at her, and he said: "the bird is crazy about Xinger."
Chu Qiao answered her casually: "Maybe the original owner of the bird must be crazy about Xinger. You know birds, never forgets."
Yuwen Yue looked at her straight and gave him eye contact as if so helpless and begging for mercy in there. Chu Qiao got those looks and said: "What did I say?"
Yuwen Yue replied: "Maybe, the owner is crazy about Xinger."
Chu Qiao laughed and said: "Poor bird, poor owner."
Yuwen Yue was dishing out his cards at the moment, he said in a gentle tone: "What if I tell you I am the owner?"
Chu Qiao looked at him straight and got serious she said: "Are you serious?"
Only two pairs of eyes were talking as if they were asking and begging each other to tell the truth.
Yuwen Yue said: "No I am not."
But the truth is, he is dying to let her know he is the owner and finish this day by kissing her lips and that he wants her to tell she is Xinger.
Chu Qiao suddenly laugh out loud and said: Oh Why do I have instincts to believe that you are the owner? Or else why would the bird camp in our roof?
Yuwen Yue out of words on his gentle tone said: "It's not mine until a crazy, foolish wife told a story of a talking bird."
Chu Qiao didn't mind Yuwen Yue's response and laugh out loud on a cold man and try-me-harder moment to decode a husband.
Yuwen Yue is such a smart man, and you cannot beat him out of a conversation to make him admit such talking bird is up to his crazy fool wife.
As the summer moon cast its silvery glow through the forest trees, Yuwen Yue stepped outside the lodge to relish the tranquil night air. Chu Qiao followed, carrying a cup of cold tea, which she handed to her husband. He accepted it with a nod, taking a measured sip as he gazed at the moonlit landscape.
Chu Qiao settled beside him, her own tea in hand, and together they sat in peaceful silence, enjoying the coolness of the summer night. The conversation between them was subdued, both lost in their thoughts as the hours slipped by. Eventually, fatigue overcame them, and they retreated inside to the warmth of their Kang bed.
Lying there, Chu Qiao tried to let sleep overtake her, but her mind was restless.
Chu Qiao about to close her eyes but still thinks about the talking bird…and is getting jealous about the idea of Xinger she opened up and stirred her thoughts she said: "is she for real, who is Xinger to my husband?"
That night, as the couple slept soundly, Chu Qiao suddenly awoke, though it felt more like a vivid reality than a dream. She sensed the presence of an unknown intruder in their home. Quietly, she got up, lit a fresh plum incense, and placed it in the burner to ensure Yuwen Yue remained undisturbed while she checked the security of the house.
As she extinguished the tea candle, the summer moon was intermittently obscured by drifting gray clouds, casting shifting shadows around the lodge. The erratic moonlight revealed the presence of multiple shadows lurking nearby.
She was fearless, but a part of her was concerned about what Yuwen Yue might discover about her. This new life and her marriage were important to her, yet her past as the General of the Xuili Army, the Wei state crown princess, and the secret princess of a distant kingdom seemed to follow her even here. She wanted to keep this night simple, without complicating things further with her husband.
Confidently, she told herself, "Two shadows are manageable, then she went to strike the first."
Chu Qiao engaged with the first shadow, their martial arts a fluid dance in the night. She recognized the black ninja's use of the Skyshadow sleeve techniques, a style far from her Chu Jing Kingdom.
Having been trained to counter this skill by the old gatekeeper known as Skyshadow, Chu Qiao's responses were sharp and precise.
She could still recall the sounds of the drums from her days on the Chu Jing grounds. When the other black ninja made a mistake, Chu Qiao seized the opportunity, inflicting a wound on her shoulder. The black ninja's suit fell to the ground, revealing her face. To Chu Qiao's shock, the woman looked just like her.
The other black ninja, still employing the Skyshadow martial arts, drew her belt sword and removed her black mask, revealing her identity.
Chu Qiao momentarily startled to see who they were.
Chu Qiao knew who it was, she finally understood but was somewhat confused on her Doppelganger.
Her cold daggers, which had served her well in the fight, felt suddenly inadequate for the moment. She knew she needed something more substantial, and with a sense of urgency, she reached for her Canhong sword.
She calmly went to see Yuwen Yue who is sleeping and not a hint of noise came to wake him up; she said to herself: "Why I am so good at hiding just for the sake of peace for this marriage?"
She quietly went out of the room to defend the man of the house, Chu Qiao also saw the bird outside, but as if Chu Qiao assumes the bird can understand the silent gesture, she gave the bird the sign of silent gesture. The bird, as if understanding her unspoken command, remained still and silent.
Chu Qiao went to resume the fight and finds only one person outside, calmly waiting for her, she greeted her: "Your Highness, Queen of Yanbei Xiao Yu, where is your puppet crown princess of Wei?"
Xiao Yu stood with a calm posture, her back straight and unyielding. Despite the harshness in Chu Qiao's greeting, she did not react with hostility. Her manner was composed, and her eyes were filled with a mix of resolve and weariness.
"I believe she escaped," Xiao Yu said, her tone steady but tinged with frustration. "She married a peddler man to conceal her true identity. My brother was clever enough to see through her disguise, but he had his own motives. As for me, our purposes diverge, though our paths have crossed."
Chu Qiao's heart pounded at Xiao Yu's revelation. The implications of the former princess's words threatened to unravel her carefully guarded life. The Queen of Yanbei's presence and her knowledge of the truth about her past posed a significant risk to her marriage to Ra Yue (Yuwen Yue). The weight of Xiao Yu's knowledge made Chu Qiao realize this ex-princess, now Queen of Yanbei is in a position to wreck her marriage.
Chu Qiao's voice dipped in mockery as she confronted Xiao Yu. "Look at you, a Queen of Yanbei by chance, still trailing the supposed Queen of Yanbei," she said, pausing to gauge Xiao Yu's reaction.
Xiao Yu's exterior remained serene, but a flicker of hurt betrayed her ego. Her calm facade did little to mask the distress she felt. She did not need confirmation from Yan Xun himself; the truth had become evident through Chu Qiao's words. The night she had administered the needle to Yan Xun, the very night she had suspected Chu Qiao's involvement, had been a painful confirmation of her worst fears.
That night when Yan Xun took dangerous paths, intended to rescue her and attempted to establish Chu Qiao as the Queen of Yanbei happened in the eve of before their wedding.
Xiao Yu took a deep breath, her gaze steady despite the emotional storm within. "Your mockery changes nothing," she said softly.
"We both know the truth of our respective situations. But remember, your efforts to hide are not as hidden as you might believe."
Chu Qiao's words have put a double blade on Xiao Yu's added: "You don't deserve him, so I took him and that night, you were considered a traitor to Yanbei who tried to kill its King."
Chu Qiao replied: "Who deserved who?
"Neither I or YOU are worthy of him."
"So if I am the traitor of Yanbei who is you?"
"A hero of Yanbei?"
"Besides I am a happily married woman now and does not follow someone around for my insecurities."
Xiao Yu on her calm face was not able to hold her temper she raised her belt sword and attacked Chu Qiao.
Chu Qiao used her Canhong sword to counter Xiao Yu and sounds of swords issued on air, the two went to a useless fight.
Meanwhile, the bird perched in the distance, observing the intense confrontation with an unblinking gaze. It remained still and silent, showing no sign of intervention or alarm. The bird's lack of response indicated its understanding of the situation, respecting Chu Qiao's wish to keep Yuwen Yue undisturbed in his peaceful slumber.
Xiao Yu does not know about Yuwen Yue yet nor his whereabouts. The Queen of Yanbei only knows she has tracked Chu Qiao which is her interest subject, and she silently watched her meet her brother Xiao Ce but did not think where she was staying in the old Xue Fue streets of Liang.
Because she has been very busy with her duties to Yanbei at that time as their new Queen, she was confined in the four corners of Yan Palace.
She does not have enough time to roam around and spy-like she used to be not until today.
Chu Qiao careful of her moves and catching some objects to prevent some noise and wake up the Lion King on his den, but Xiao Yu continued to feed her envy and angst towards Chu Qiao.
Chu Qiao suddenly felt tired of catching things, she stopped and said.
"YOU already had the position and in control to the King of Yanbei, I cannot understand why are you still doing this at the middle of the night."
Xiao Yu said in a gentle tone: "Its too easy if I say it plainly to your face."
Xiao Yu is preparing herself to leave she added: "You won't have peace until I get what I want."
And just like that she disappeared and suddenly gone in the dark forests.
Chu Qiao was left alone picking up some things and covering up for this infighting's mess.
The morning came and like back to the typical day.
The husband woke up early while the wife still sleeping, he is tempted to touch his wife's back until Yuwen Yue saw something on the floor.