The intense death aura spread throughout the Priest Hall…
As Huang Quan stepped into the hall, a quick glance showed her that all the plants and trees in the hall had withered.
Clearly, those plants had been affected by the death aura!
Yong Ye, walking ahead, remained silent, and Huang Quan didn’t ask further.
About a quarter of an hour later, Yong Ye stopped with Huang Quan outside a side hall.
“Master,” Yong Ye said, “Miss Nangong has arrived.”
As soon as Yong Ye finished speaking, the tightly shut palace doors opened, and the High Priest walked out.
“Huang Quan,” the High Priest said, looking at her, “Follow me.”
Without a word, Huang Quan followed.
The High Priest led Huang Quan into the hall, then activated a hidden mechanism, entering a secret room.
Once inside the secret room, Huang Quan’s vision was obscured by thick black mist.
The death aura was too dense.
She could barely see anything!
The High Priest spoke: “Di Qin’s death aura explosion this time is strange. It can’t be suppressed, and he has also begun to show some symptoms. I can’t help him. I could only contact you. Thankfully, you’ve returned from the snowfields.”
If Huang Quan hadn’t returned, Di Qin probably would’ve had to endure until the end.
He could survive, but there would definitely be consequences.
After all, this was the royal palace, not Buddha City. With so many people around, and the death aura spreading so quickly, it would surely claim lives.
“I understand,” Huang Quan said. “Leave Di Qin to me. Don’t worry.”
“Good,” the High Priest responded, then left the secret room.
After the High Priest left, Huang Quan walked deeper into the secret room.
As she moved, green light points floated and scattered, like fireflies fluttering under the summer night sky.
The glowing points danced in the secret room, dissipating the dense black mist. Huang Quan finally saw Di Qin, sitting in the corner of the room.
Continuous black mist poured from Di Qin’s body, turning everything around him into darkness. He seemed like a demon falling into the void of the blackness.
Huang Quan walked over.
As she drew near, the green light points infiltrated the darkness, illuminating their own glow within the blackness.
“Qin Qin,” Huang Quan knelt in front of him, looking at him gently, calling his name.
Di Qin looked at her, his jet-black eyes suddenly lighting up when they met hers.
“Quan Quan…”
Di Qin reached out, his palm gently brushing her face, softly caressing her skin as he spoke tenderly, “You shouldn’t have come…”
“Why shouldn’t I come?”
Huang Quan gazed at him, “You said you would take me to meet your father when I returned. Have you changed your mind?”
Di Qin only looked at her, not saying a word.
Huang Quan lightly rubbed her cheek against his palm, chuckling softly, “Even if you change your mind, it won’t matter.”
“Qin Qin, I like you,” Huang Quan looked at him, “I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I like you in that way.”
“Especially like you, so don’t think about backing out. Even if you do, it won’t work. I’m used to being domineering and I won’t let go.” Huang Quan looked at him, “Why shouldn’t I come if the one I like is suffering?”
Di Qin, hearing her words, smiled helplessly at her, “It seems you said it first.”
“It doesn’t matter who said it first,” Huang Quan extended her hand towards him, “It’s uncomfortable to squat and talk to you like this. Hold me.”
Di Qin reached out, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly as if she were his only treasure.
“Quan Quan,” Di Qin looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness and love, “I am yours, my lonely heart stirs because of you, warms because of you, and I want to spend eternity with you.”
Di Qin held her, whispering softly, “You are my destiny.”
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“You are my destiny.”
Huang Quan looked at him, smiling brightly.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons, and her lively, unmatched gaze was filled with tenderness and love.
Di Qin gazed into her eyes, and his heart overflowed with uncontrollable affection.
His Quan Quan…
He had finally held the one he loved in his arms.
And he would never let go for the rest of his life.
“Qin Qin, there’s something I want to do,” Huang Quan looked at him, smiling as she asked, “Will you allow it?”
Di Qin: “What do you want to do?”
“I want to kiss you.”
With that, a gentle touch fell upon his cool lips.
Di Qin was momentarily stunned, but then he became the one in control, deepening the kiss.
Huang Quan reached out, embracing Di Qin.
After a long while, they slowly pulled away.
Di Qin rested his forehead against hers, his voice a little hoarse as he tenderly said, “Quan Quan…”
Huang Quan leaned in, kissed his lips again, and gently said, “Qin Qin, I’ll help you suppress the death energy.”
Di Qin smiled warmly. “Okay.”
Huang Quan said nothing more. She held Di Qin and released a stronger vitality energy.
Green light points wove into a net, starting to devour the surrounding death energy.
—
Outside the hall.
Yong Zhou, Yong Ye, and the High Priest were all waiting outside the hall.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Yong Zhou furrowed his brow and said, “The Prince seems especially uncomfortable this time. I wonder if Huang Quan can help him suppress it?”
“It will be fine,” the High Priest said. “Her power is special and can precisely suppress Di Qin’s death energy.”
“Why has it been so long and there’s still no movement?”
“It’s not that quick,” Yong Zhou said. “Even if the Prince were to suppress it himself, it would take all night. Huang Quan has only been inside for a short while, so it’s expected it won’t be resolved quickly.”
The High Priest spoke indifferently, “Just wait.”
Yong Zhou and Yong Ye exchanged glances, said nothing more, and silently waited.
As the three waited outside, in the late hours of the night, the High Priest’s communication stone lit up.
Upon seeing the name “South Palace Mian” on the stone, the High Priest left for a while. When he returned, he found the closed palace door had been opened.
The three of them looked toward the door when they heard the sound.
Inside the hall, Di Qin was carrying Huang Quan as they walked out.
Yong Zhou, seeing this, asked worriedly, “Your Highness, how are you feeling?”
“I’ve managed to suppress it,” Di Qin replied. “It’s fine now.”
“And South Palace Mian…?”
“Quan Quan is asleep,” Di Qin looked at the three of them and said, “I’m taking her to rest. You all should rest as well.”
The three of them: … Wait, they had waited the entire night for just this one sentence?
The High Priest glanced at Huang Quan, who was being carried in Di Qin’s arms. After confirming that she was merely asleep, he looked back at Di Qin and said, “Although the death energy has been suppressed, your condition doesn’t look too good. You should rest properly when you return.”
With that, the High Priest turned and walked toward his chambers.
Yong Zhou and Yong Ye exchanged glances. Before they could say anything, they saw Di Qin leaving with Huang Quan in his arms.
They exchanged another look and followed.
—
Back at the East Palace’s sleeping quarters, Di Qin instructed all the guards to leave, then gently carried Huang Quan into the room, laying her down on the bed with great care.
After placing Huang Quan on the bed, Di Qin sat beside her, gazing at her tenderly.
Quan Quan… She was his now.
—
The next day.
The Tianqi Emperor awoke, and one of his servants quietly reported the previous night’s events: the Crown Prince had carried a young woman back to the East Palace.
“Are you sure it was last night?” the Emperor asked.
The servant replied, “Your Majesty, I am certain.”
Hearing this, the Tianqi Emperor frowned.
What happened to Qin’er? Why did he bring a woman back to the East Palace in the middle of the night?
