As the most outstanding anti-drug police officer in China in her previous life, Qin Qianluo tragically died at the age of twenty-five during an undercover mission. She accidentally activated a dorm...
The next morning, as the sun pierced through the clouds and cast a soft glow, the search party set off in a grand procession.
The procession moved along the winding path, their footsteps neat and orderly, like a well-rhythmic movement of music.
Qianxi mingled with the woman in black who had gone to Linglong Pavilion last time in the crowd, and at first she casually chatted with the people next to her.
With relaxed smiles on their faces and leisurely eyes, they began to quietly detach themselves from the main group as they traveled further.
The two pretended to fall a few steps behind unintentionally, their eyes warily scanning their surroundings, constantly watching to see if anyone noticed anything unusual about them.
Every subtle movement alerts them, and every glance they receive is keenly observed.
As the group gradually disappeared into the distance and at the end of the path, they each turned into a secluded alley.
The alley was narrow and deep, with green moss climbing on the walls on both sides, giving off a damp and old-fashioned vibe.
Occasionally, a few tenacious little grasses can be seen growing on the wall, swaying gently in the breeze.
The two walked quickly along the alley, their footsteps hurried, and the soles of their shoes made a slight sound as they rubbed against the ground.
They would stop occasionally to listen to the sounds, and every slight movement would instantly put them on alert. Once they confirmed it was safe, they would continue on their way.
They skillfully avoided the gaze of others, sometimes walking close to the wall, sometimes using roadside debris to conceal their figures, and finally met at Linglong Pavilion.
At that time, the Linglong Pavilion was quiet, with only a gentle breeze rustling the light gauze on the window lattice, as if telling the secrets of the pavilion.
The interior of the pavilion was decorated with great elegance, and the fragrance of precious sandalwood rose and filled the air, making one feel as if they were in a fairyland in the clouds.
Soft light filtered through the sheer fabric, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Qimeng was sitting at the carved table, intently plotting the next man-made disaster.
Her eyes were cold and sharp, like a blade in the cold night, and the ink in her hand flew across the paper.
They sketched out a series of vicious plans, each stroke seemingly writing the tragic fate of countless people.
Just as she put down her pen, preparing to instruct Yingyi to carry out the plan, a woman dressed in black quietly walked in.
The woman in black was hidden in the shadows, her face obscured, only her agile figure and light steps were visible.
Each step felt like walking on a silent night sky, without making a sound.
Qi Meng raised her eyes, looked at the sky, then at the woman in front of her, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
He asked with a slightly teasing tone, "Why are you here so early today?"
Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried a chilling undertone.
The sound echoed in the tranquil Linglong Pavilion, like a layer of frost, instantly making the air feel cold.
Morning light streamed through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows on the blue brick floor inside the house.
The woman in black was agile and moved cleanly and efficiently, kneeling on one knee with her back straight, exuding a well-trained and capable aura.
The woman lowered her head slightly, her voice soft yet clear, carrying exceptionally well in the quiet room: "Your Majesty, His Highness Prince Zhao will be setting out to conquer Japan after the New Year's Day."
Upon hearing this, Qi Meng's previously relaxed eyebrows instantly twitched slightly, and a fleeting look of surprise flashed in her eyes, as if she was quite taken aback by the news.
Before she could respond, a series of slightly hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.
Immediately afterward, Qianxi, dressed in black, hurriedly stepped into the room. Her face was slightly flushed, and fine beads of sweat clung to her forehead, indicating that she had run all the way there.
She didn't even have time to look up and survey the room before bending her knees and kneeling on one knee.
His posture was extremely respectful, his forehead almost touching the ground, and he looked utterly apprehensive.
Qi Meng's gaze slowly swept over Qian Xi, her voice as calm as a still lake.
He showed no emotion whatsoever: "You've also come to inform me about Qin Qianluo's departure for the expedition after the New Year's Day?"
Qianxi looked up in surprise, her gaze quickly sweeping across the room. She then noticed that besides Yingyi, there was another person kneeling on one knee.
The man also looked at Qianxi with a shocked expression, his eyes filled with complex and unreadable emotions, including surprise and doubt. He clearly recognized her.
Qianxi was also stunned, as if she had been frozen in place, her mind going completely blank.
A few breaths later, she suddenly came to her senses, quickly lowered her head, and replied in a low voice with a slight tremor, "Yes."
Qi Meng took in all these subtle changes in expression, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes, as if she had discovered a rare treasure.
She didn't say anything immediately, but leaned back on the soft couch, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest, lost in thought for a moment.
Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on her face and illuminating the thoughtful look in her eyes.
After a short while, her expression turned cold, and an invisible pressure emanated from her, making the temperature in the entire room seem to drop a few degrees.
She said calmly, "I understand. You may all leave now."
The warm sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, dappling the floor of the Linglong Pavilion like fine gold leaf, casting a warm glow on the antique furnishings inside.
Upon hearing the order, the two women in black responded with a low "Yes," their tone conveying unquestionable obedience, their voices carrying the crispness and efficiency honed through years of training.
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