With her upright posture, Qin Qianluo steadily boarded the carriage, her movements elegant and composed. The wheels rolled slowly, making a creaking sound, and gradually moved away, leaving a trail of dust behind.

Qi Meng stood at the entrance of Linglong Pavilion, watching the departing carriage. A gentle breeze caressed her hair.

A meaningful smile curved her lips, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky.

“This first step has been difficult,” she murmured softly, her voice low and full of anticipation. “I hope the days to come will be more interesting.”

Upon hearing that the plague in Yongning County had been effectively controlled and the patients were almost cured, she secretly pondered that it was time to begin the next phase of her plan.

Thinking it over, Qimeng turned around, took light steps, and returned to her room.

Along the way, other guests extended invitations to her, some whistling lightly, others speaking with flattery.

But she seemed not to hear, her expression indifferent, her eyes fixed straight ahead as she walked forward.

Seeing her attitude, and remembering that she had just appeared with the then-prominent Prince Jinrui Zhao, everyone was shocked.

Moreover, they had heard that Linglong Pavilion was backed by a mysterious force, which made everyone wary and dare not act rashly.

These brothel regulars, though indulging in a life of extravagance and pleasure, were accustomed to seeking pleasure in the arms of women.

But when faced with important matters, they still have a sense of priorities and can naturally distinguish between what is more important and what is less important.

As soon as Qin Qianluo returned to the manor, she hurriedly slipped into her spatial dimension.

Looking up, I saw Ling Xue walking over from the training field, sweat dripping down her forehead and wetting a few strands of hair at her temples.

Her clothes were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her body, but her eyes remained sharp as an eagle's, her posture upright, and every step she took exuded the competence of a well-trained person.

Qin Qianlu stepped forward, not bothering to wipe the thin layer of sweat that had appeared on her forehead from her hurried journey, her voice filled with obvious concern.

She asked, "Sister Lingxue, how is Sister Anyue? Has her injury improved?"

Ling Xue noticed Qin Qianluo's arrival. After she finished bowing, she slowly straightened her back, her posture as upright as a pine tree, her expression solemn, and her eyes filled with worry and concern.

He said, "Your Highness, Physician Xu has been working tirelessly these past few days, preparing for the surgery."

Currently, all preparations are progressing steadily, and the surgery on Darkmoon will be performed in the next few days.

Sister Dark Moon must have suffered a severe head injury, which is why she has remained unconscious. We have been watching over her day and night, but there is still no sign of her waking up.

Qin Qianlu listened to Ling Xue's report with a solemn expression and her facial features tense.

After listening, she slowly nodded, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and a huge weight was lifted from her heart.

She thought to herself, as long as Dark Moon is alive, there is hope. Dark Moon is such a strong person, she will definitely pull through.

Now that she is unconscious, it may actually be a good thing, at least she doesn't have to suffer the excruciating pain from her wounds.

Wait until her physical injuries have healed sufficiently before waking her up; this will be most beneficial for her recovery.

Thinking this, Qin Qianluo did not go over to disturb the busy Imperial Physician Xu.

He paused, and suddenly Yu Ying's masked, mysterious face appeared in his mind. A complex emotion welled up in his heart, and his expression became more solemn.

She turned slightly to face Ling Xue directly, her gaze searching, and asked solemnly, "Sister Ling Xue, do you know who Yu Ying is?"

Ling Xue paused for a moment upon hearing the name, then said, "I've never heard of this name before, Qianluo. Who is this person?"

When Qin Qianluo heard Ling Xue's question, she remained calm. She had expected this result and was not surprised.

She paused for a moment, quickly processing the events of the past few days in her mind, a thoughtful expression on her face.

After a moment, she spoke slowly, her voice gentle and steady: "He was originally the number one expert in the Xuanyuan Kingdom."

Today I went to Linglong Pavilion, and Qimeng said that it was highly likely that Yuying was responsible for Dark Moon's injury.

When Yu Ying was mentioned, a hint of wariness and worry flashed in Qin Qianluo's eyes.

She looked up at Ling Xue with concern and seriousness, and said earnestly, "You and Sister Ling Wei must be extra careful lately."

Yu Ying is cunning and highly skilled in martial arts. Since she has poisoned Dark Moon, she might turn her attention to you.

These next few days, unless it's absolutely necessary, please don't leave the space. I really can't rest easy if you leave.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xue's expression instantly turned serious. She subconsciously clenched her fists, then slowly nodded.

The image of Dark Moon's gruesome injury involuntarily flashed through his mind, and he sighed inwardly.

If it were the mysterious and unpredictable Yu Ying, the former number one expert of the Xuanyuan Kingdom, to make a move.

It seems reasonable that Dark Moon was injured without any warning, and that his weapon didn't even have a chance to draw blood.