As she spoke, she blinked gently, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Her eyes seemed to glisten with tears, revealing her delicate and fragile nature, which made people feel sorry for her.

Qi Meng moved gracefully with each step, as if telling a story of endless tenderness and affection.

Her voice was soft and charming, like the gentlest breeze in spring, carrying a sweet scent that drifted leisurely through the air.

Every word seemed to come from the softest part of her heart, filled with endless tenderness: "Since we parted on the painted boat, I have missed Your Highness day and night."

My heart is like it's being scratched by a cat, pounding and restless. "Your Highness is so cruel, ignoring me like this, it breaks my heart."

As she spoke, she moved with light, graceful steps, as if she were walking on clouds, carrying a dreamlike beauty.

Her silk skirt swayed gently with her movements, and the peony patterns embroidered on the hem seemed to bloom in the wind, exuding a rich fragrance.

As soon as she finished speaking, she gracefully flew to Qin Qianluo's side like a light butterfly.

Her hands were as white and slender as jade, with bright red nail polish on them, like blooming red plum blossoms.

The hand naturally rested on Qin Qianluo's shoulder, the fingertips applying slight pressure, as if expressing both anger and resentment, as if conveying dissatisfaction and longing towards Qin Qianluo.

Immediately afterwards, she bent her waist slightly, her figure like a blooming lily, and slowly leaned down to whisper in Qin Qianluo's ear.

Her hair fell gently, a few strands playfully landing on Qin Qianluo's cheeks, tickling her and carrying her unique hair fragrance.

The warm breath gently brushed against Qin Qianluo's cheek, as if planting a seed of temptation by his ear.

Qin Qianluo remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. Her deep eyes held an unfathomable depth.

He set down the teacup with a steady hand, his movements elegant and composed, each motion seemingly meticulously crafted, without a single superfluous movement.

The tea in the cup swayed gently, creating tiny ripples that seemed to reflect the seemingly calm but turbulent emotions churning within her heart.

Slowly turning his head, his gaze met that of the brightest star in the night sky, meeting the dream that was so close at hand.

A meaningful smile played on her lips, a smile that contained both teasing of Qimeng and a hint of barely perceptible wariness.

He said calmly, "It is I who am so clueless about romance that I have caused you such concern, Miss Qimeng. After all, Miss Qimeng is renowned for her beauty, and many people are willing to spend a fortune to win her smile."

"It is truly my honor to have kept you waiting, young lady."

Upon hearing this, Qi Meng's lips curled up slightly, forming a perfectly curved shape, like a crescent moon, gentle and charming.

Her eyes sparkled, her smile radiant, as if they held the brilliance of stars, shining brightly, just like the first blooming flowers in spring, delicate and beautiful.

Every smile exudes endless charm and coquettishness.

She gently raised her hand, half-covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and said with a coquettish smile, "Your Highness is teasing me like this, it's really too much for me."

Countless high-ranking officials and wealthy young men would do anything to have the chance to meet the prince.

Now, I am fortunate enough to await Your Highness's esteemed presence; such a thing is something many people yearn for but cannot have, something they dream of.

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with admiration and love, as if Qin Qianluo was the most dazzling existence in her heart.

Upon hearing these soft, delicate words, Qin Qianluo's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, a smile that held a playful glint in her eyes at Qi Meng's words, fleeting and elusive.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, making rhythmic sounds, as if she were organizing her thoughts.

After a moment, she did not respond to Qi Meng's words, but suddenly changed the subject, her voice low and deep, yet carrying the composure and authority unique to those in a superior position.

The words echoed clearly in the quiet room: "I have read Miss Qimeng's letter."

However, I have some doubts. How did you, a young lady, know that something had happened to my subordinate while you were in this exquisite pavilion? And how could you know who did it?

To be honest, after this incident, I used all my connections, conducted thorough investigations both overt and covert, and explored various avenues, but to this day I still have no clue.

After saying that, she slowly raised her eyes, her gaze sharp and intense, and looked straight at Qimeng.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they held an endless vortex, trying to see through her thoughts and not missing any subtle changes in her emotions.

Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's question, Qimeng's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

A thought exploded in her mind: "Could it be that Dark Moon didn't die? How is she so resilient!"

This thought made her feel a little irritated for a moment, but after years of working in the world of pleasure, she had developed a calm and composed demeanor.

She was slightly taken aback at first, but the expression vanished in an instant, too fast to be caught.

Then, she slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing a perfectly timed faint smile, as if she were amused by the question, thus masking her inner panic.

She slowly rose to her feet, her movements gentle and graceful, like a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze.

She moved with light, graceful steps to the window, extended her delicate, jade-like fingers, and gently pushed the window open.

She let the gentle breeze caress her face, bringing a touch of coolness and attempting to calm the turmoil in her heart.