Ran off somewhere to cry

  Qian Yu Xian walked in a lush green forest, her white figure standing out, and Yan Yi recognized her at a glance as he caught up. Yan Yi came to Qian Yu Xian's side, his footsteps light, and followed behind her with a gentle tone like a piano:

  "Xian'er, where did you run off to cry?"

  A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, Qian Yu Xian was shocked at first and then delighted, it was Yan Yi, he...

  Qianyu Xian turned around, stretched out his hand and slapped Yanyi Qingxiu's face, roaring, "Want to scare me to death?"

  Her words were as thin and light as a hook, like the blooming and dangerous yet elegant mandrake flower. Her black eyes doted on Qian Yu Xian with an affectionate gaze. Her voice, as gentle and clear as a piano, rang out once more, her tone playful:

  "How can I bear to part with it?"

  Qianyu's big eyes stared blankly for a moment, and then she remembered what Nangong Yi had said about wanting her to marry Nangong Ying. Her initial happiness at seeing Yan Yi suddenly disappeared, replaced by worry - how was she going to tell him?

  Looking at Qian Yu Xian's furrowed eyebrows, Yan Yi's thin lips curved up like a bright silver lotus, he knew what this little girl was thinking. Yan Yi stretched out his white hand and wrapped it around Qian Yu Xian's slender waist:

  "Xian'er, want to try what it's like to run away from marriage?"

  Qian Yu Xian furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, looking at Yue Dai Yun's stunning appearance, then suddenly understood. Her standard melon-seed face wore a mischievous smile, her bright eyes staring straight into Yan Yi Mo's dark pupils, her rose-like red lips slightly parted:

  "Think about it. Watermark ad test? Watermark ad test"

  Her lips curved up, her ink-like eyes gazed at Qian Yu Xian with a pampering gaze. She raised her hand and gently smoothed out the few strands of hair behind Qian Yu Xian's ears. The action was very gentle, and her voice, like a piano, was soft and pure, resonating in Qian Yu Xian's ears like a beautiful melody.

  "Xian'er is so lucky, she'll get to taste it soon."

  Qian Yu's big eyes stared blankly at Yan Yi, the man in front of her who could always make people look at him for a moment and then couldn't move their line of sight, unforgettable in her heart.

  "Heh heh, just..."

  Suddenly, Qianyu Xian thought of it, the empress dowager and the emperor were not ordinary people after all. If she really ran away from marriage, what would be the consequences? It's okay if she wasn't caught, but if she was caught...

  Yan Yi's eyes locked onto Qian Yu Xian, who had suddenly furrowed her brow again. His thin lips parted slightly as he asked in a light tone, "Xian'er, are you worried that after your escape from the marriage, the Qian Wang Fu will be bullied by the Emperor?" Although Yan Yi asked this question, his thoughts were not so simple. In his eyes, the person before him was not the real Qian Yu Xian. He wasn't clear why she looked exactly like Qian Yu Xian, to the point where even her own father, Qian Wang Ye, couldn't recognize that she wasn't his biological daughter. However, Yan Yi was very clear that this person was not the real Qian Yu Xian.

  Reminded by what was said, Qian Yu Xian suddenly remembered, "Oh right, there's also Qian Wei Jun and the others." Then Qian Yu Xian asked Ling Hun, "Ling Hun, are you worried?"

  "Don't worry about them, another one, as long as you're doing well, the rest doesn't matter." The soul replied faintly.

  Having obtained the recognition of her soul, Qian Yuexian no longer worried about Qian Weijun's situation. She raised her head and gently shook it at Yan Yi, her rose-like red lips opening slightly:

  "No, I was just thinking, what if the Emperor and Empress Dowager were to catch us? I am quite self-aware, if it weren't for that monk's prophecy when I was young, they wouldn't have let me marry Nan Gongyin. If I really didn't want to, I'm sure I could kill them, because they can't get what they want and absolutely won't let her leave, otherwise she would definitely become an obstacle for them later on, right?"

  Yan Yimo's eyes gazed at Qian Yu Xian's red lips, which opened and closed slightly. Her thin lips curled up, and her voice, as gentle and pure as a piano, was filled with a spoiled tone that made people feel deeply enchanted upon hearing it:

  "Xian'er is really clever. But don't worry, Xian'er, I will protect you well."

  As she spoke, Yan Yi lowered her head and pressed her thin lips against Qian Yu's rose-red lips.