If someone has to step forward and sacrifice for the peace of the country and the happiness of the people, she will definitely rush to the front without hesitation.

This was a firm belief that arose from the depths of her soul, deeply imprinted in her bones and becoming a part of her life.

With this belief, Qin Qianluo slowly closed her eyes and drifted into a sweet dream in the quiet night.

In her dream, she saw a prosperous and peaceful world where the people lived in peace and contentment.

The golden waves of wheat rippled in the breeze, and the farmers in the fields beamed with the joy of a bountiful harvest.

The children read aloud in the spacious and bright classroom, their eyes sparkling with a thirst for knowledge.

The streets were bustling with activity, lined with shops, and people were laughing and chatting. This was her long-held hope and the driving force that kept her moving forward.

The following morning, the night, as thick as ink, enveloped the world without leaving any gaps.

Only on the distant horizon, there was a faint glimmer of light, like a sliver of hope that had barely managed to seep out after being squeezed to its limit by the darkness of night.

In Qin Qianluo's room, the candlelight flickered gently in the breeze, and the light and shadow danced wildly on the walls, outlining her busy early morning.

The maids were already waiting nearby, and upon hearing the commotion, they immediately tiptoed in.

Holding the toiletries in her hands, her movements were skillful yet careful, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the morning.

They handed Qin Qianluo a warm towel and helped her wash her face and rinse her mouth.

He then carefully styled her hair, tying her black hair into a dignified bun and inserting a simple yet elegant hairpin.

Qin Qianluo wore a plain-colored court robe made of superior fabric that felt soft to the touch. The simple cut exuded an air of dignified authority.

Every fold is meticulously arranged, and every edging is adorned with exquisite embroidery, as if silently proclaiming her responsibility and commitment.

After washing up and the maids left, she slipped into the space and hurried toward Dark Moon's room.

The carved wooden door creaked softly as she gently pushed it, as if it were carefully moving through the quiet morning, afraid of breaking the solemnity.

Dark Moon lay quietly on the carved bed, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, like a sculpture forgotten by time, lost in an endless slumber.

Qin Qianluo slowly walked to the bedside, quietly gazing at the dark moon, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with worry and concern.

Her fingers gently brushed across Dark Moon's forehead, the icy touch causing her heart to clench, as if she were touching a cold stone.

Every time she saw Dark Moon like this, the image of Jade Shadow that Qi Meng had mentioned would involuntarily appear in her mind.

Yu Ying, this mysterious and unpredictable figure, is like a persistent shadow, tightly lingering in Qin Qianluo's heart.

The shadow guards roamed the streets and alleys, not letting go of any possible clues.

Dark alleys, abandoned houses, bustling markets—every corner bears the marks of their exploration.

Qianchao and the others also did their best to gather information from all directions.

They would disguise themselves as teahouse owners, warmly greeting the customers while subtly gathering information from casual conversations.

Or she could transform into a singer in a restaurant, keenly capturing every suspicious topic amidst her melodious songs.

Or they might set up a stall in a bustling market, seemingly focused on buying and selling, but actually constantly keeping an eye on the actions of those around them.

However, the whereabouts of Yu Ying remained unknown, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Qi Meng once speculated that Yu Ying might have fled to Youmeng Kingdom, after all, Qingli Kingdom was currently being attacked by Tianxuan, with war raging and the situation unstable.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, people were displaced, and chaos and panic were everywhere.

Someone as cautious and cunning as Yu Ying would never willingly walk into a trap and step into this dangerous place.

At first, Qin Qianluo also agreed, but as time went by, she always had an inexplicable intuition in her heart.

This feeling was strong and persistent; she always felt that Yu Ying was within the Tianxuan Realm, and that she might even be hiding right beside her at this moment.

However, this was merely a baseless feeling. If Yu Ying were truly lurking nearby, Yao Guang's keen senses would surely have detected it.

Yao Guang, that woman with the keen insight of a night owl, her eyes were like the brightest star in the night sky.

They can detect the slightest movements in the dark and have an extraordinary instinctive reaction to danger.

Even if Yao Guang is momentarily negligent, there is still Feng Qingyun. She is fully aware of everything happening around her and will not let any clue slip by.

Both Ke Yaoguang and Feng Qingyun insisted that everything was normal and that no abnormalities had occurred.

Thinking of this, Qin Qianluo sighed softly, suppressing her doubts and unease for the time being.

She looked at Dark Moon again, then bent down and gently straightened the corner of her blanket, her movements tender and full of pity, as if comforting a wounded child.

Only then did he turn around and leave the room, exiting the space and heading to the dining hall for his meal.

After her meal, she boarded a carriage and sped towards the palace to attend the morning court session.

The wheels rolled on, making a dull thud. She leaned against the soft cushions of the carriage, her eyes peering through the window at the gradually brightening sky outside.