The orange-yellow halo shone on the earth, gilding everything in the world with a golden edge.

Time was of the essence; if they were delayed any longer, the people would gradually go home to prepare dinner.

By then, the fields will be sparsely populated, making it difficult to observe the growth of the crops.

If we postpone it until tomorrow, we'll be overwhelmed with a mountain of official duties, each one related to the lives of ordinary people and the development of the region. We simply can't afford to waste any more time.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously quickened his pace, his cloak fluttering in the wind, and headed towards the fields.

They were hoping to take advantage of the last rays of daylight to get a clear picture of the crops and to do more for the people's livelihood.

Lin Yuze's cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing his inner urgency.

Behind him, a group of local officials all looked tense. They knew that Lin Yuze bore a heavy responsibility and understood their own importance in this mission.

Therefore, they all followed closely behind, cautiously and step by step.

The clatter of hooves echoed through the streets and alleys. Soon, their figures disappeared at the end of the road, and the dust they raised gradually dissipated.

Meanwhile, sunlight streamed through the carved window lattices, casting dappled light and shadow inside the Prince's Mansion.

Qin Qianluo and Qimeng sat facing each other, with an antique and elegant tea set on the tea table between them.

The rising steam added a touch of warmth to the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

Lately, Qimeng's visits have become more and more frequent. Each time, she rides in an exquisitely decorated carriage, and with the slight movement of the curtain, one can catch a glimpse of her delicate face.

When the carriage stopped in front of the Prince's mansion, it always attracted the attention of passersby. Such frequent comings and goings caused rumors to grow like wildfire in the capital.

Rumors spread from who-knows-where that Qin Qianluo was the mastermind behind the bustling and prosperous Linglong Pavilion.

When Qin Qianluo learned of this, she felt helpless and shook her head slightly, but she had no way to defend herself.

After all, she had personally promised Qimeng that she would protect her in times of trouble, and this promise left her with no choice but to silently endure the rumors.

She had often wondered to herself whether she would have made the promise without hesitation if she had foreseen the current situation.

She observed Qimeng before her with an impassive expression. Qimeng was dressed in a moon-white silk dress.

The hem of her skirt was embroidered with delicate light blue patterns, which swayed gently with her movements, like flowing moonlight.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes were like a deep, unfathomable pool, exuding a mysterious charm as they moved.

Every gesture she made exuded elegance, truly a pleasing sight to behold.

However, a layer of doubt lingered in Qin Qianluo's heart that was difficult to dispel.

She pondered to herself, having only known Qimeng for a few months, what was the purpose behind her frequent visits?

This inexplicable sense of defensiveness puzzled even her, as if some unseen force was reminding her that the woman before her was not as simple as she appeared.

Nowadays, the Prince's Mansion receives Qimeng more and more frequently, and even the servants in the mansion have begun to gossip about it in private, which makes Qin Qianluo increasingly uneasy.

She had tossed and turned at night, imagining countless possible reasons why her dream was approaching her, but she could never find a reasonable answer.

Previously, Qimeng had cheerfully suggested visiting the Left Prime Minister's residence, her eyes full of anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo's heart skipped a beat. Without a second thought, she politely declined, her tone resolute and unwavering.

In her heart, her family is the warmest harbor and the most precious treasure that needs to be carefully protected.

She would not allow any potential danger to approach them, not even the slightest possibility.

She thought of her parents at home and the warm times they spent together, which strengthened her resolve to protect her family.

Today, Qimeng came to visit, her expression slightly grave. After exchanging pleasantries, she slowly began to speak about Yuying.

According to her, after the upheaval that led to the fall of the Qingli Kingdom, some people caught a glimpse of Yu Ying in the streets and alleys of Tianxuan Capital.

However, this was merely hearsay; no one could provide concrete evidence, nor had anyone actually witnessed Yu Ying's appearance.

Upon hearing this news, Qin Qianlu frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

The name Yu Ying has been circulating in the martial arts world for a long time, yet it remains as mysterious and unpredictable as a fog.

In recent months, countless martial arts masters and high-ranking officials have tried their best to find clues about her, but all their efforts have been in vain.

Qin Qianluo also pondered on countless quiet nights whether Yu Ying truly existed in the world, or was merely a mysterious legend fabricated by people.

But then he thought again, although he had only known Qimeng for a short time, judging from their past interactions, she seemed to have no reason to deceive him.

She sighed inwardly, gently put down her teacup, and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart.

Trying to sort out a clue from this confusing information and explore the secrets hidden behind it.

This seemingly simple message may lead to a series of complex events, and one must remain clear-headed in order to find the right direction.