She subtly straightened her back, her posture becoming increasingly dignified, her every move exuding the composure and ease of someone in a superior position.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky, illuminating her eyes and brows for a moment, yet carrying a touch of mystery.

His voice was calm and steady, each word resonating clearly in the room.

As if carrying an undeniable force: "I understand. So, Qin Qianluo doesn't know about my affairs, or rather, Qin Qianluo doesn't know about Yu Ying's affairs, right?"

Her gaze was fixed on the man in black, her eyes like those of a sharp hawk, not missing a single subtle change in his expression.

This time, the man in black encountered no hindrance. As if grasping at the only straw in the darkness, he moved quickly and urgently.

She nodded vigorously, so much so that it almost moved her entire upper body.

It was as if all the frustration and helplessness from not being able to nod before were being released in this one moment.

Her hair flew wildly with each nod, a few stray strands clinging messily to her sweaty cheeks, highlighting her disheveled and anxious state.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with a deep sense of relief, and her tense shoulders relaxed.

It felt like I had been temporarily freed from a long and terrible nightmare, and even my breathing became much easier.

Seeing this, Qimeng let out a soft laugh, a laugh as clear and melodious as a silver bell, echoing in the quiet room, yet also carrying a hint of playfulness and inquiry.

She tilted her head slightly, her movements light and elegant, like a graceful white swan, her posture full of innate nobility.

A glint of inquiry flashed in his eyes, a light as cold and deep as a twinkling star in the night sky, as if trying to unravel all the secrets hidden behind it.

She said slowly, "That's really amazing. Judging from your expression, it seems that those who hear it can't tell those who don't hear it?"

The words seemed like a question, but the tone rose just right, carrying a hint that the truth was already known.

It was as if she was playing a tacit guessing game with the man in black, and she had already grasped the key clues to this game.

"Yes, Master." The man in black knelt on one knee, his voice low and respectful, as if enveloped by the endless night, concealing all his emotions.

She nodded slightly, her lowered eyes revealing absolute obedience.

Qi Meng's lips curled up into a smile, a smile as bright as blooming flowers in spring, yet carrying a profound meaning that was hard for others to fathom.

The two talked about the rest of Qin Qianluo's affairs until night fell, at which point Qimeng gently raised her hand.

She casually waved her slender, fair fingers in the air, displaying the languid and carefree nature of a person in a superior position, signaling the man in black to step down.

After receiving the order, the man in black disappeared into the thick night like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished without a trace, leaving Qimeng alone in the somewhat empty room.

The moonlight, like water, poured down through the open window, outlining a silvery-white silhouette around her.

A gentle breeze caressed her hair, stirring the stillness of the night.

She sat quietly in place, time seemingly frozen in that moment, with only the occasional swaying shadows of the trees recording the quiet passage of time.

Her gaze was fixed on the distance, her eyes filled with contemplation and weighing of options, as if she were repeatedly sorting through the intricate threads in her mind.

It was as if he was having a fierce conversation with his own heart, and every flash of thought was accompanied by a slight furrowing of his brow.

Suddenly, as if she had caught a fleeting inspiration, her eyes instantly brightened and hardened, a hint of realization flashing in her dark pupils.

She stood up, her posture upright, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with her movements, like ripples on the surface of water.

She walked slowly with light and steady steps to a secluded spot by a wall.

She raised her hands, which appeared exceptionally white in the moonlight, as if they were carved from white jade.

His fingers skillfully traced the wall, his fingernails lightly touching the surface, making a soft sound.

A moment later, with a crisp "click," a hidden mechanism was activated.

With a creak, a hidden door quietly opened, releasing an old and mysterious aura that carried the weight of time and untold secrets.

Behind the hidden door was a narrow passage, with torches on the walls casting a faint, flickering light.

The firelight reflected off her face, flickering and adding to her mysterious aura.

She walked step by step along the passage, her footsteps echoing in the silent corridor, each step like stepping on the strings of time, playing an unknown melody.

On the walls on both sides of the passage, you can occasionally see some mottled marks, like ancient murals or unique symbols left by time.

Soon, she arrived at a room. The door looked ordinary, with nothing special about it, yet it seemed to connect two completely different worlds.

She pushed open the door, entered the room, and then gently closed it again, shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

In an instant, the room fell into an almost deathly silence, with only her soft breathing as the sound.

The room had a faint, worn-out smell, and looking around, it was surprisingly simple.

There was only a slightly worn chair and an equally old table, with no other decorations.

The chair's surface is worn, revealing the wood grain underneath, as if telling a story of the past.

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