But when their eyes met, they understood each other perfectly, as if an invisible tacit understanding flowed between them.

The two stepped out of the space together and returned to the courtyard.

Without a word, Ling Xue swiftly and decisively pulled Qin Qianluo into her arms. Her strong arms, as if forged from steel, were solid and steadfast, protecting Qin Qianluo firmly in her embrace.

Immediately afterwards, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her whole body shot out like a black meteor, rushing towards Minister Ye's residence at lightning speed.

Her figure was light and agile, moving freely in the night, each rise and fall carrying a sharp and resolute momentum.

It was as if even the darkness was impressed by his bravery and decisiveness, and made way for him.

The wind whistled past their ears like a stirring battle song, setting a magnificent melody for their advance.

The scenery on both sides rushed past like phantoms, as if the whole world was passing by them at an extremely fast speed, leaving only them moving towards their goal in the night.

Their figures flashed through the night, like two shooting stars streaking across the night sky, rushing towards their destination.

The two moved with lightning speed, arriving outside the Minister's residence in the blink of an eye.

Qin Qianluo, like a nimble and silent nightingale, gracefully slipped into the mansion.

With the floor plan provided by Feng Qingyun, she was like a master mapmaker drawing maps in the dark, knowing every corner of the mansion like the back of her hand.

She crept silently toward the study, her steps light and steady, like a sprite dancing in the darkness.

Her figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness, like an invisible ghost, perfectly blending into the darkness without attracting anyone's attention.

The moonlight, like dappled fragments of silver, fell on the paths in the mansion, illuminating her way forward.

She walked along the shadows, each step cautious, as if traversing a treacherous path riddled with traps.

Avoiding places that might make noise is like weaving a secret and safe path in the dark.

Her breathing was light and shallow, her heartbeat steady and strong, as if she were one with the dark environment, making no unnecessary noise.

Finally, she arrived at the door of the study. The door looked ancient and mysterious in the moonlight, as if it hid countless secrets.

She gently gripped the doorknob and slowly applied force, causing the door hinge to make a very faint creaking sound.

It stood out exceptionally clearly in the eerily quiet night, as if it had broken the seal of silence.

Fortunately, no one in the mansion was awakened, and everything remained asleep, as if the whole world was waiting for her to unveil its mystery.

The room was filled with a faint scent of ink, a scent that seemed to have been accumulated over time, mixed with the fragrance of paper books, telling of the owner's love and dedication to learning.

By the light that stubbornly pierced through the cracks in the window, Qin Qianluo saw that the desk was arranged neatly.

The brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table are all arranged in an orderly fashion, as if waiting for their owner to once again unleash his passion.

Those writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones seem to be witnesses to history, recording the wisdom and talent of their owners.

She carefully walked to the desk and gently placed the prepared papers in the most conspicuous position on the desk, ensuring that Minister Ye would notice them at a glance.

She carefully adjusted the position of the paper to make it stand out more in the moonlight, as if lighting a beacon of hope in the darkness.

She silently prayed that Minister Ye would soon discover the truth, escape his predicament, and usher in light and peace.

She imagined Minister Ye's surprise and sudden realization upon seeing the paper, her heart filled with anticipation and nervousness.

After completing all this, she turned around and ran towards the water reservoir with practiced ease.

When she arrived at the reservoir, a container emitting a soft glow appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The container seemed to be formed from fragments of stars, shimmering with a mysterious and captivating luster.

The surface of the container shimmers with iridescent light, as if it contains the mysteries of the universe.

As she moved, the spring water gurgled out of the container, making a clear and melodious sound.

Like a cheerful mountain stream, it is playing a beautiful melody full of life and vitality.

The spring water was as clear and transparent as crystal, shimmering with silvery light under the moonlight.

Like a flowing Milky Way, or like stars scattered across the earth, it exudes a mysterious and enchanting luster.

It gradually filled the original water tank, and the water level rose, creating tiny ripples that seemed to paint a lively and beautiful picture on the water's surface.

The ripples, like the rings of a tree, record the preciousness of this moment.

As she watched the clear, cool spring water flow in, Qin Qianluo couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips slightly.

That smile was like a night-blooming cereus quietly blooming in the night sky; though unassuming, it conveyed an indescribable sense of comfort and satisfaction.

However, at this moment, the almost transparent halo in Qin Qianluo's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be disturbed by a sudden gust of wind, and instantly became angry.

Its original calm state was completely shattered, and it fluctuated violently, as if it was enraged by the scene before it.

(Guess what this transparent halo is, hahaha)