They kept secretly wondering what our true intentions were. If this inadvertently aroused unnecessary suspicion, it would backfire, and our good intentions would turn into bad results.

As she spoke, Qin Qianlu tilted her head slightly, her posture elegant and charming, like a delicate traditional Chinese painting.

Her long, thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, like willow leaves dancing in the spring breeze, trembling slightly, revealing that she was deep in thought.

She tried to find a clever and just-right path through the intricate, labyrinthine thoughts in her mind.

A perfect excuse to make the act of delivering the spirit spring water seem natural, inevitable, and without leaving a trace.

Her eyes sparkled with a lively light, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if she were engaged in a fierce battle with the confusion in her heart.

Each flash represents a leap in her thinking, an attempt to sort out a clear thread amidst the myriad of thoughts.

Ye Yunyao's state of mind at this moment was like a volcano about to erupt. The urgency in her heart was like hot lava, surging and churning in her heart, almost burning her whole body.

Every cell was consumed by this intense desire, and the same image kept flashing through my mind like a revolving lantern.

That bucket carried the hopeful spring water, and the turning point it might bring.

She wished she could instantly transform into a gust of wind, faster than lightning, and fly to Qin Qianluo's side in an instant.

Then, like a puppet completely controlled by anxious emotions, she shook her head frantically and recklessly, shouting at Qin Qianluo with all her might, trying to make the other party understand.

He would never have any doubts or ask any more questions, only hoping to obtain that bucket of spiritual spring water immediately.

To ignite the flame of hope for rebirth for himself and for the other ministers in the household who were also in dire straits and eagerly awaiting his return.

Her eyes widened, like two burning fireballs, fixed on Qin Qianluo, her gaze a mixture of a hungry wolf's hunger and a trapped beast's desperate struggle.

It was as if that gaze could pierce through the barriers of the air, forcefully conveying the overwhelming urgency deep within his heart to Qin Qianluo.

Shi Xingbai saw Ye Yunyao's almost insane and out-of-control state and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of helplessness and worry.

He tilted his head slightly and sighed softly. The sigh was like a morning bell and evening drum, carrying the vicissitudes and soothingness accumulated over the years, and it echoed leisurely in the air.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand again, his movements gentle yet steady and powerful, like a feather slowly falling.

Yet it landed gently on Ye Yunyao's shoulder with an irresistible force.

This seemingly casual tap, with just the right amount of force, seemed to possess a magical power to calm the waves.

He tried to calm down Ye Yunyao's anxious emotions, which were raging like a tsunami.

He nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a gentle yet firm expression of comfort, his gaze like a clear spring, trying to extinguish the burning flames of anxiety in Ye Yunyao's heart.

It was as if it was silently warning her: you must calm down and not act so impulsively.

Feng Qingyun's thoughts went blank and became chaotic for a moment, leaving her speechless and unsure of where to begin.

She opened her mouth slightly, her lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated and stopped.

After a moment of silence, as if the air itself had frozen, she finally spoke hesitantly, her voice tinged with a hint of hesitation and probing.

"How about... we stick to the excuse of the traveling merchant we mentioned before? After all, Luo Bao is now seen as a lucky charm by everyone."

It's like the embodiment of good fortune, radiating a mysterious and alluring halo of luck, as if all good things revolve around you.

Therefore, Luo Bao Neng has some extraordinary, unimaginable, and fantastical adventures by chance.

Therefore, obtaining this miraculous spring water seems perfectly reasonable, logical, and entirely plausible...

As Feng Qingyun spoke, she frowned slightly, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing tightly together to form a deep "川" character, like an insurmountable mountain peak.

A hint of uncertainty and worry was in her eyes, as if she was weighing and pondering in her heart whether this excuse was airtight enough.

In this complex and delicate situation, can we successfully resolve this thorny problem and avoid causing unnecessary suspicion and trouble?