Meanwhile, Qi Meng, whom Su Jinyun was secretly "thinking about," was in the courtyard of Qin Qianluo's residence in the Left Prime Minister's mansion.

The afternoon sun shines through the lush foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground, like a natural painting.

Qi Meng sat leisurely on the stone bench, her eyes gently closed and her breathing even. She seemed to be immersed in the tranquil atmosphere, but in reality, her mind was racing.

A gentle breeze blew by, and petals drifted down from the courtyard. A pink petal landed on her dark hair, but she was completely unaware of it.

Inside the main hall, Qin Qianluo and her family were immersed in the joy of their long-awaited reunion.

Lin Ruoqing held her hand tightly, her eyes full of heartache and love. Qin Shouzheng asked her about her experiences outside from time to time, his words revealing concern.

Her older siblings gathered around, chatting and laughing. This warm family bond made Qin Qianlu feel incredibly comforted.

Qi Meng knew that if she went to the front hall at this moment, she would not only find it difficult to contact Qin Qianluo alone, but she might also arouse the suspicion of others.

So she chose to stay quietly in the courtyard, patiently waiting for the right opportunity.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the stone bench, as if she were planning her next move.

Before we knew it, night had fallen. In the still of the night, the silvery moon hung high in the dark blue sky.

The moonlight, like water, filtered through the sparse and dense leaves, casting dappled shadows in the pavilion of Qin Qianluo's courtyard in the Left Prime Minister's residence.

Qi Meng had a graceful figure and wore an incomparably gorgeous purple silk dress, the hem of which spread out freely like petals in full bloom.

On the skirt, the exquisitely embroidered gold thread patterns shimmered with tiny lights under the gentle caress of the hazy moonlight.

Like twinkling stars in a vast galaxy, or like mysterious and ancient incantations, they exude a unique charm.

She leaned back in the carved recliner, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, like two crescent moons filled with sorrow.

His fingertips uncontrollably rubbed his sleeve repeatedly, his mind racing with the many obstacles he had encountered when trying to get close to Qin Qianluo.

The sense of defeat in her heart was like a surging tide, wave after wave, almost drowning her.

Initially, Qi Meng, confident in her clever methods and outstanding appearance, thought that controlling Qin Qianluo would be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

But reality was like a resounding slap, shattering her arrogance and confidence.

Qin Qianluo seemed to be blessed by the gods, possessing a constitution that was immune to all poisons.

Any poisonous creature that attempts to get close and harm her is repelled by a mysterious, invisible force before it even touches the hem of her clothing.

It was as if there was an indestructible, transparent barrier that kept all dangers at bay.

Qi Meng's painstakingly prepared poisons, without exception, vanished without a trace before Qin Qianluo.

Not even a ripple could be stirred; all efforts were in vain.

Of course, Qimeng wouldn't give up easily. She had a sudden inspiration and came up with the idea of ​​seducing him with her beauty.

To carry out this plan, she got up early every day to do her hair and makeup, carefully dressing up in front of the mirror, not overlooking any detail.

She chose the clothes that best accentuated her figure and applied the most alluring rouge, all so that she could present her most perfect self when she saw Qin Qianluo.

However, once Qin Qian landed on the island, she was like a wound-up top, never stopping.

As dawn broke and the morning light had not yet completely dispelled the darkness, she hurried to the mine, navigating the intricate network of mine tunnels.

They carefully supervised the progress of mineral mining, strictly controlled every detail, and allowed no room for carelessness.

In the afternoon, under the blazing sun, Qin Qianluo rushed to the naval camp and guided the soldiers in high-intensity training on the dusty training ground.

Amidst the deafening battle cries, her figure stood resolute and courageous, radiating power.

Qi Meng racked her brains trying to find opportunities to be alone with Qin Qianluo, but she always failed, let alone cultivate feelings or use any tricks.

Every time she thought of these things, Qimeng would tremble with anger, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving red marks and even oozing a few drops of blood.

However, this overwhelming sense of defeat did not deter her from her plan.

Instead, it was like a raging fire, spreading wildly in her heart, making her possessiveness even stronger, twisted and fiery.

In Qi Meng's distorted perception, the harder something is to obtain, the greater the sense of accomplishment it brings once acquired.

The idea of ​​conquering Qin Qianluo was deeply etched into her soul, becoming an obsession she could not let go of.

Qimeng still felt lingering fear when she recalled how she almost got exposed in Beihai County.

At that time, her carefully planned scheme was disrupted by a sudden unexpected event, and all arrangements instantly fell into chaos.

She was so close, so very close, that she was almost exposed by the highly vigilant people around Qin Qianluo.

If it weren't for my quick reaction and skillful cover-up thanks to my years of honed adaptability, I would probably have been in dire straits long ago, and all my previous efforts would have been in vain.