Feng Qingyun's voice was like a candle flame flickering in a strong wind, growing ever weaker.

Each syllable seemed to be torn apart by the wind, almost dissipating into the air, carrying an indescribable hesitation and deep uncertainty.

Upon hearing this, a wave of helplessness washed over Qin Qianluo. She sighed heavily and slowly lowered her eyes.

Those thick and long eyelashes are like two light butterfly wings.

With a slight tremor, it seemed to carry a thousand thoughts, gently concealing the deep contemplation swirling in the depths of her eyes.

What method should be used to save the fetus in Minister Ye's womb, which is as precarious as a candle flickering in the wind, without alerting anyone else?

How can we ensure that nothing is leaked and that no one suspects even the slightest suspicion?

This problem was like an invisible mountain, weighing heavily on her heart, causing her brows to furrow involuntarily.

On her delicate skin, the character "川" (river) was deeply etched, as if it were a concrete manifestation of her inner anxiety and struggle.

Time is like a silent traveler, moving with steady and unstoppable steps, slowly passing by in silence.

As the morning court session drew to a close, the once noisy and bustling conversations within the palace gradually subsided, like the receding tide.

Only a few faint echoes remained, gently reverberating in the empty hall.

A heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire palace, as if everyone had been caught in a silent storm, awaiting the pronouncement of some unknown outcome.

From the moment Ye Yunyao heard that there was a solution, she grasped at that last straw as if it were her last hope.

However, as time slipped through her fingers like sand, the thread of hope gradually slipped from her grasp.

Her eyes, which had once shone like bright stars, now resembled a bonfire about to go out, their light gradually dimming.

The shadow of despair spread like ink in clear water, eroding her heart inch by inch.

She was almost ready to give up the last glimmer of hope in her heart, feeling as if her soul had been ripped away, and she was plunged into deep helplessness and despair.

Just when everything seemed to have reached a dead end, and darkness was about to completely devour hope.

Qin Qianluo's heartfelt words, like an unstoppable ray of dawn piercing through the heavy night, resounded clearly and firmly in Ye Yunyao's mind.

"When night fell and all was quiet, after Sister Su fell asleep, I asked Sister Lingxue to accompany me to sneak into Minister Ye's residence."

They secretly replaced every water source in the mansion with spiritual spring water. This way, it would be difficult for anyone to notice, as if nothing had ever happened.

This is presumably the most reliable and foolproof method.

Qin Qianluo's innermost thoughts echoed like a resounding bell in her silent mind, each word seemingly carrying a magical power.

Like a bright ray of light, it rekindled a faint but determined flame in Ye Yunyao's almost extinguished heart.

Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's brilliant plan, Feng Qingyun's already bright and lively eyes suddenly lit up like dazzling fireworks in the night sky.

It instantly shone like a star, its dazzling light seemingly illuminating the entire court.

Her eyes were brimming with surprise and undisguised admiration; her excitement was like a surging torrent that she could no longer contain.

He blurted out involuntarily, "Luo Bao, you are simply the embodiment of wisdom! This arrangement ensures that Ye Yunyao can safely drink the spiritual spring water."

They can maintain the secrecy of things like a treasure hidden in the fog, completing everything quietly without revealing too much.

Luo Bao, you are absolutely amazing!

Upon hearing Feng Qingyun's lavish praise, a faint look of pride slowly appeared on Qin Qianluo's exquisite face, like a flower gently kissed by a spring breeze.

This blush is like a petal gently touched by the first rays of sunlight on a spring morning; though not dazzlingly beautiful, it exudes an undeniable shyness and joy.

Like the shimmering light leaping in a clear mountain stream, it is lively and captivating.

The slight blush on her cheeks resembled a radiant glow just appearing on the horizon, carrying a soft and captivating color that spread from one side of her face to the other.

It added a touch of playfulness and cuteness to her already exquisitely sculpted face.

It was as if in an instant she had transformed from a dignified adult back into that girl with a little secret.

She lowered her head slightly, her thick and long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, outlining a charming arc.

Her eyes sparkled with a lively light, as if silently telling of her inner pride and joy, just like the twinkling stars in a clear spring, shining brightly.

Hearing Qin Qianluo's clear and resolute voice, Ye Yunyao felt her heart, which had been hanging over an abyss ever since she learned of the fetus's predicament.

Like a boulder that had endured too much weight and fear for too long, it finally landed steadily with a "thud".

What followed was a feeling of relief, as if the heavy burden that had been weighing her down had vanished like smoke in an instant.

However, after this brief moment of relief, her thoughts, like a wild horse, drifted uncontrollably toward her deceased husband and his once glorious but now decaying family.

In an instant, a ruthless glint flashed across her deep, abyss-like eyes like a cold, sharp bolt of lightning.

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