Inside the Imperial Study, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. The Emperor sat at his large desk, solemnly reviewing the memorials submitted by officials from various regions.

The memorials were piled up like mountains, each one densely covered with tiny characters, describing the current situation in various places.

Hearing footsteps at the door, the Emperor looked up and saw that Prime Minister Qin had returned so quickly. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Before he could even ask a question, Qin Xiang strode forward, stopped a few steps away from the desk, respectfully bowed, and presented the still-warm paper with both hands.

The emperor's gaze was instantly drawn to it. He put down the memorial in his hand, took the paper, leaned forward slightly, and began to read it carefully, word by word.

His brows furrowed at times and relaxed at others, and as he read deeper, his expression became increasingly focused.

After reading it, he nodded heavily, a decisive glint in his eyes, and quickly summoned the relevant officials.

The officials, having been summoned, rushed over and stood in neat rows in the Imperial Study, their expressions a mixture of tension and anticipation.

The emperor stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in front of everyone, issuing orders in a loud and firm voice in an orderly manner.

He meticulously arranged manpower and allocated resources, and every instruction was clear, concise, and to the point.

Prime Minister Qin stood aside, quietly watching the Emperor make a decisive decision, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This locust plague crisis may finally have a turning point.

Inside the imperial study of Tianxuan Kingdom, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost suffocating. The ministers' faces were filled with anxiety, yet they carried out the emperor's orders in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the capital, the hustle and bustle gradually subsided, leaving only the gentle sound of the wind lingering in the streets and alleys, where Linglong Pavilion was hidden in this tranquility.

Under the moonlight, the eaves and brackets outline an ancient shape, and the glazed tiles shimmer with a cool light, like a mysterious island isolated from the world.

A dark shadow flashed by like lightning, rapidly darting between the rooftops.

This person is agile, each leap precise and swift, as if they were one with the air.

In the blink of an eye, the dark figure arrived outside Qimeng's room window.

She first leaned over the windowsill, listening intently to the sounds inside the house. Once she was sure there was nothing amiss, she gently flipped over and jumped inside.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered gently, casting a long, dim glow that made Qimeng's figure appear even longer.

She wore a plain-colored long dress, the hem of which spread out on the ground like flowing moonlight, swaying slightly with her movements.

Her hair fell casually over her shoulders, with a few stray strands framing her fair cheeks, making her features even more striking.

Upon hearing the noise, Qi Meng merely raised her eyes slightly, her gaze calm and composed, showing no surprise whatsoever, as if everything was within her expectations.

She parted her lips slightly and said softly, "You've come." Her voice was gentle and melodious, yet it carried a hint of indifference.

The man in black was tightly wrapped in a black, close-fitting outfit made of high-quality material that gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the sunlight.

Only his eyes were visible, sharp as cold stars, exuding a chilling sharpness.

Upon landing, she immediately knelt on one knee, her posture ramrod straight, her back as upright as a javelin, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Master."

The voice was deep and respectful, echoing softly in the quiet room, breaking the tranquility.

Qimeng sat on the carved sandalwood chair, her posture elegant, like a blue lotus blooming in the dark night.

She was fiddling with an exquisite jade hairpin in her hand. The hairpin was smooth and lustrous, emitting a soft glow in the candlelight.

Upon hearing the voice, she merely glanced at the man in black, her eyes calm as still water, yet seemingly able to see through everything.

She pursed her lips slightly, remaining silent, but nodded gently. The movement was soft and soothing, yet carried the unique authority of a superior, signaling the man in black to continue.

Upon seeing this, the man in black paused slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, as if he were organizing his thoughts.

Then she said, "King Zhao already knows about the locust plague and has given the prevention and control methods directly to Qin Shouzhen."

My subordinates have been secretly observing, trying to discern the contents, but unfortunately, the distance is too great, and we have been unable to see what is written on it. And King Zhao, she…”

The woman in black suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence. It wasn't that she didn't want to finish, but that she simply couldn't say anything more.

In that instant, she suddenly realized that her master had not listened to King Zhao's thoughts.

Left with no other choice, she could only quickly shut her mouth, lower her head slightly, and try to hide her embarrassment; fine beads of sweat even appeared on her forehead.

Hearing the man in black abruptly stop speaking, her hand, which had been leisurely playing with the jade hairpin, paused.

Her lowered eyes lifted instantly, her delicate eyebrows arched like willow branches, and her sharp gaze, almost tangible, shot directly at the man in black kneeling on the ground.

Her gaze was like a sharp blade, making the man in black feel uneasy and sending a chill down his spine.

Qi Meng parted her thin lips slightly, her voice not loud, yet it carried an undeniable authority, like frost in the twelfth lunar month, exuding a chilling coldness: "Why don't you continue?"