Chapter 932: Really, It’s Nothing

Chapter 932: Chapter 932: Really, It’s Nothing

The side hall of the Jiang Ancient Clan is like an Ice Palace forgotten by time.

The surrounding stone walls glow with a cold and blue light, as if the chill from deep underground pierces straight into the marrow.

On the towering dome, ancient ice patterns are interwoven, forming ice crystal-like designs that give off a faint glow in the dim candlelight.

Inside the hall, silence reigns, interrupted only by the wind’s mournful wail as it passes through the doors, whispering of former splendor and current cold desolation.

Qin Yue stands alone by the window in a plain white dress, her slender silhouette looking especially forlorn in the candlelight.

Her gaze is fixed outside the window, her eyes as clear as autumn water, filled with anxiety and anticipation.

The sky outside is a dreary gray, heavy with dark clouds, seemingly heralding the arrival of a storm.

She softly sighs, lost in thought.

The news of Ye Qingchen is like a glimmer of light in the dark night for her, the only hope she clings to.

Since hearing something amiss about Ye Qingchen, she has sent people to investigate what truly happened.

These days, she waits day and night for the latest news about Ye Qingchen, each moment feeling like torment in a cold abyss.

In the cold side hall, time seems to have stalled, only Qin Yue’s urgent heartbeat echoes in the silence.

Her tightly clenched hands slightly tremble, fingertips cold as frost.

The image of Ye Qingchen appears in her mind countless times, becoming her sole solace and support.

The wind outside grows louder, as if countless souls whisper in low tones.

Qin Yue grows more uneasy, biting her lip as she strives to remain calm.

She must await the latest news about Ye Qingchen, she must not panic now.

Jiang Qi must not be allowed to succeed.

Just then, the distant rapid sound of horse hooves breaks the silence within the side hall.

Qin Yue suddenly looks up with a flicker of hope igniting her eyes.

She takes a deep breath, gazing out the window, silently praying: Please, bring good news.

Soon after, the hall door opens silently, a figure appearing in the candlelight, seeming especially cautious.

He is a guard sent by Qin Yue, agile and moving like the wind.

The next second, he slightly bows and quickly enters the side hall, each step feather-light, as if fearing to disturb any surrounding breath.

Upon entry, the guard quickly surveys his surroundings, eyes sharp as a hawk, relaxing only after confirming no one else is in the hall.

He gently closes the door behind him, the movement soundless, as he glides through shadows like a nimble cat.

Once sure all is silent, he hastens to Qin Yue’s side.

"Miss," the guard softly says, his voice gentle as a breeze rustling leaves, "I’ve brought news of Ye Qingchen."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yue’s taut nerves slightly loosen but her gaze remains full of expectation and unease.

She watches the guard, waiting for his next words.

The guard nods slightly, retrieving a secret letter from his chest and respectfully presenting it to Qin Yue.

"This is the latest news, you must open it personally."

Qin Yue accepts the secret letter, her fingers trembling slightly.

"You." Qin Yue raises her head, her gaze firm, "Guard the side hall, no one is allowed near."

"Yes, Miss."

The guard obeys, turning to watch the hall entrance, eyes alert, ready to respond to any potential danger outside.

In the cold side hall, the atmosphere grows tense and oppressive once more.

Qin Yue examines the letter carefully.

The paper is a rare Snow Brocade Paper, delicately textured like silk, with a faint sheen of silver.

Cloud patterns faintly emerge on it, clearly crafted meticulously to convey important information.

On the envelope, ancient Runes drawn with vermillion exude a trace of Spiritual Energy, seemingly protecting the vital contents within.

Qin Yue takes a deep breath to calm herself.

She places the letter paper on the table, gently unsealing it with her slender fingers.

Her movements are exceedingly cautious, fearful of damaging the precious paper.

As the seal gradually opens, a faint fragrance wafts out, carrying Ye Qingchen’s scent, a familiar aroma warming her heart.

Long ago, when Qin Chuan met Ye Qingchen, he quickly informed Ye Qingchen of Qin Yue knowing about his misfortune.

Upon learning this, Ye Qingchen, unwilling to worry Qin Yue, specially wrote this letter himself.

Qin Yue cautiously unfurls the letter paper, the Snow Brocade Paper flickering in the candlelight, seemingly whispering its hidden secrets.

The ink is clear on the paper, each character bold and robust, reflecting Ye Qingchen’s unique spirit.

Qin Yue’s fingers glide over the surface, as if sensing Ye Qingchen’s sentiments while writing.

Qin Yue’s fingers tremble slightly as she spreads the paper, eagerly scanning each word.

Upon seeing "I am still safe," the burden in her heart seems to ease instantly.

Ye Qingchen isn’t dead, and this news is like sweet rain after a long drought, filling her heart with joy and solace.

In an instant, Qin Yue’s eyes brim with moisture.

Tears swirl in her eyes, blurring her vision.

She resists the urge to cry out loud, hands clutching the letter tightly, these words her all-encompassing hope.

Her heartbeat quickens, a surge of indescribable warmth and delight filling her chest.

"Ye Qingchen, it’s good, it’s good, it’s so good you’re alive..." Qin Yue quietly mutters, her voice tinged with sobs.

Her lips curve into a rare smile, a smile akin to a spring breeze, instantly banishing the gloom in her heart.

She lifts her head, gazing out the window, as if seeing Ye Qingchen’s figure far away, smiling at her.

Finally, Qin Yue’s tears cannot be held back, flowing down her cheeks, but these are tears of sweetness and joy.

She gently wipes away her tears with the back of her hand, taking a deep breath, striving to keep calm.

"Haha." Qin Yue turns to look at the guard by the door, her voice carrying irrepressible joy, "Ye Qingchen is alive, he is alright."

The guard, seeing Qin Yue’s tears and her smile, also relaxes, a gentle smile emerging on his face.

He nods, "Miss, this is truly wonderful."

At this moment, the cold side hall, imbued with Qin Yue’s joy and determination, seems suffused with warmth.

Candlelight dances in her eyes with the glow of hope, and her heart ignites with burning resolve.

Once Qin Yue calms herself, she is filled with renewed determination.

She gently refolds the letter paper, tucking it back into her chest, then turns to leave the side hall.

She knows what must be done next; she must go see Jiang Qi.

It’s night now, Jiang Qi is not out front, he’s returned to his quarters.