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Yun Shengyue was alarmed and quickly stood up.

He felt dizzy and could only stand against the wall and ask, "Who is it?"

The other party's voice was clear and feminine. His tensed body seemed to loosen a little, and before he could even take a step forward, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Yun Sheng quietly stared at the people on the ground for a moment before he slowly walked towards the shrine. He felt for the flint by the incense burner and ignited the lamp that no longer had much oil. He carefully walked over and discovered that the person's white cape had been dyed red with blood.

She turned him over and saw that he was still breathing. He looked to be around twenty years old. His facial features were very handsome, and his face was slightly pale. Although he had fainted, his brows were still locked together. He roughly checked up and down and found no other wounds. It was probably because the wound on his back had left too much blood that he fainted.

After a moment of hesitation, Yun Shengyue dragged him to the shrine. Using the light from the lamp, she untied his cloak and used his sword to carefully cut open the embroidered winter clothing. A long wound extended from his left shoulder blade all the way to his arm.

It looked like the bleeding had stopped. Seeing that he was still unconscious, she quickly lifted her winter dress and cut a large piece of the pink petticoat inside. She tore it into wide strips and helped him bandage the wound.

After he was done, his cold limbs warmed up. However, the man's lips were a little purple. He lightly touched his face and felt a lot of coldness.

Looking around, he realized there were some dry firewood in the corner. He hurriedly lit a firewood and built a fire. She was too lazy to keep herself warm before. She could not watch him freeze to death before he was injured or dead.

The fire did start, but it didn't feel good to see him lying on the ground like this, so he had to use all his strength to lift him up so that half of his right shoulder was against his body.

After roasting for a while, the man's face gradually turned red. Yun Shengyue heaved a sigh of relief and ran around for a long time. She was already tired, but with the help of the warm glow of the fire, she felt extremely tired.

More than two hours later, the sky was still dark, but the oil lamp in the shrine had long been extinguished and the bonfire had turned to ashes. Darkness had returned to the room and it was beginning to get cold.

He turned his head to discover that he was leaning against a woman's bosom. The softness and fragrance startled him, and he hurriedly sat up. After sleeping for so long, the man had long since slid from Sheng Yue's shoulder to her chest.

He lifted his right hand to touch the wound and discovered that it was already bandaged. He was slightly taken aback before he lowered his head to look at Yunsheng and, seeing that she was still deep in sleep, leaned over to look at her. Just as he was about to look at her, he suddenly heard the sound of galloping horses in the distance.

He quickly got up and hid behind the door. After listening carefully for a while, he peeked outside and relaxed. He then opened the door of the temple and walked out.

"This humble servant has come late, master, please forgive me!" There were four men in black kneeling outside the door.

The man raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Bring your cloaks over."

The man in black stood up. Although he looked puzzled, he quickly took off his cloak and entered the temple. After helping Yun Sheng, who was still fast asleep, to cover his head, he walked out of the temple after a moment of hesitation.

"Hei San, you stand guard outside. Tomorrow morning, when the people in the temple wake up, you will return home!"

"Empress, drink some hot tea."

Cui'er's voice interrupted Yun Sheng's thoughts. He looked out the window and saw that the snow had stopped falling.

Walking back to the table, he looked at the steaming cup of tea and asked, "Where did you get the hot water from?"

"The Senior Servant Huang from the kitchen really likes me. Not only did she bring me hot water to make tea, but she also brought me a lot of snacks?" Cui'er proudly took out two small plates from an exquisite box and said.

"Since you've received help from others, you can take some silver tomorrow to repay them." She had always been immersed in grief. The Prince had never paid any attention to her, so naturally, the servants of the estate would be disrespectful of her, and they would always lack food. She had originally thought nothing of it, but she had allowed Cui'er to suffer alongside her.

Cui'er's eyes lit up when she heard her say this. "Empress, at least you have some energy. I heard that this is the last snow of spring, and the weather will get warmer in a few days. Empress, don't stay in the house all day and go out when you're free. I heard that Your Highness …"

"I don't want to hear about him. Also, if you don't want to call me elder sister, then call me miss. This sort of Empress is too unpleasant to listen to." After Yun Shengyue said this, she took a bite of the snow-white rice cake. It was too sweet. It was not even comparable to the dishes cooked by the Baili family's cook. She sighed softly in her heart and wondered what to do with it.

When she woke up that day in the small temple, she was wearing three to four intersecting cloaks which were extremely warm. That day when she woke up in the small temple, she was wearing three to four intersecting cloaks which were extremely warm.

After returning to the Residence of Yun, before her mother woke up, she still injured her mother's weak body. She heard Cui'er say that she had woken up once in the middle of the journey and those who did not see her vomited a mouthful of dark red blood.

She wouldn't agitate her any further. Since she came back to fulfill their wishes, she might as well marry. Since her heart was dead, what difference did it make who she married?

As long as her mother could live a peaceful and comfortable life for the rest of her life, she would be satisfied. Listening to the doctor's tone, even if she took good care of her broken body, it would only be two to three years.

What kind of person is he, Duke? She listened to Cui'er's chattering as if she was talking about him, but she didn't feel anything.

On the day of the wedding, the entire Jincheng City was immersed in celebration.

The Duke of Qin's wedding was three days of celebration with the Emperor. The dowry of the Residence of Yun was very generous, and the rewards bestowed by the Emperor were countless.

The streets of Jincheng City were filled with carriages and it was a very spectacular sight. The onlookers were surrounded by a bustling crowd of people, and all of them had looks of envy and amazement on their faces. This was what Cui Er had dictated later on.

Since early in the morning, when she was being toyed with by a group of mama grandmothers, she quietly allowed them to torment her like a puppet. She didn't say a single word, and even when her mother happily told her to do so, she only responded with a little 'yea' in response.

She did not ask Yun Chenling to arrange a maid engagement and insisted on only bringing Cui Er. Yun Chengling said a few words to see that she was not moved, and did not insist.

Not only did the Duke of Qin not greet her at the gates of the estate, he even made her stand by herself in the wedding hall and wait for a long time. After that person came out, he also did not say a word and silently paid his respects before letting the others escort her back to her new room.

Perhaps on the night before their wedding, when the bridal sedan moved slowly along the busy street, if Baili Yu suddenly appeared, she would not hesitate to leave with him. But when she sat alone on the wedding bed, her heart completely died …