In the blink of an eye, her figure vanished into the night like a ghost, disappearing at an unbelievable speed, almost disappearing into nothingness.

It was as if she had always been the ruler of this endless darkness, and was now simply returning to her own mysterious territory.

Only an eerily quiet night remained, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion and an unreal dream.

Only the lingering chill in the air faintly testified that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Just then, Yu Mei quietly emerged from the dark room.

She was extremely petite, her small figure standing out in the somewhat empty space.

It looked as if a slight breeze could easily blow it over, making it appear exceptionally thin and fragile.

However, her small face carried a deep, complex, and weathered look that was quite incongruous with her young age, as if she had experienced countless hardships and torments.

She stood quietly in place, like a silent statue, her gaze fixed on the direction where Qimeng had gone.

The expression in his eyes was like a swirling vortex, complex and unfathomable.

The mockery in his eyes was as sharp as a needle, radiating outwards without any attempt to conceal it, as if he were silently laughing at everything in the world.

It also exudes a sinister aura, like a venomous snake lurking in the depths of darkness, poised to strike its prey with deadly force at any moment.

It sends chills down one's spine and makes one shudder.

She lowered her head slightly, her gaze slowly shifting to her tightly clenched fist.

The fist, from excessive force, had knuckles that had turned white, resembling a rock covered in ice and snow in winter, devoid of any color.

Hatred, like a surging undercurrent, spread wildly in her heart, like a raging flood, as if it would completely drown her soul.

She bit her lip tightly, drawing a thin line of blood. The bright red blood stood out starkly against her pale lips.

Like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, she was completely unaware of it, as if she was immersed in the twisted and painful pleasure brought by this hatred, unable to extricate herself.

The hatred in her heart burned like a raging fire, growing ever stronger in her chest.

It was as if it wanted to burn everything around her, including herself, leaving only desolation and death.

A few days later, the dawn was slowly unveiled as if by a light veil, the sky still carrying a hazy blue hue, like a traditional Chinese ink painting that had not yet been fully unfolded.

The morning bell tolls echoed gently over the capital city, its sound melodious and profound, as if traversing the long river of time, awakening the vibrant life of this ancient city.

It also seemed to be announcing the official start of the new day's court proceedings in a solemn and dignified manner.

Inside the Golden Palace, candlelight flickered, and orange-red light danced and shimmered among the carved beams and painted rafters.

Intertwined with the gradually brightening sky outside the hall, it creates an atmosphere that is both solemn and mysterious.

Inside the hall, court officials, dressed in their court robes, stood in order, each with a different expression.

Qin Qianluo was dressed in a gorgeous yet dignified court dress, the exquisite embroidery on which shone brightly in the candlelight.

She stood upright at the forefront of the court officials, like a proud pine tree.

She looked focused, her gaze fixed straight ahead, her eyes revealing a depth and composure.

At first glance, he appeared to be listening intently to the court proceedings, as if he were putting his full energy into every topic.

However, her mind was actually already absorbed in a delightful light comedy.

Through the trials of time, she has become like a piece of refined steel, having been forged through countless hammer blows, and has developed extraordinary skills.

Over the years, comedies have been known for their hilarious moments and the ability to make viewers forget all their troubles.

It's still that kind of tragedy with a dramatic plot that touches the softest corner of your heart, leaving you heartbroken and in tears.

Or it could be a horror movie with a bizarre plot and terrifying sound effects that can scare people so much that their hearts race.

She could remain calm and composed, as if all the joys and sorrows of the world could not stir a ripple on her serene face.

Not only Qin Qianluo, but also the seasoned and knowledgeable veterans in the court possessed this same composure and calmness.

Having weathered the storms of officialdom for many years, experiencing dynastic changes and policy shifts, they have witnessed countless ups and downs and are already accustomed to all kinds of situations.

Faced with the ever-changing images on the light screen above Qin Qianluo's head, they were like experienced helmsmen, able to remain calm and composed at the bow of the ship amidst turbulent waves.

Occasionally, a hint of curiosity would flash in their eyes, but it was fleeting, and they would quickly regain their usual composure and solemnity.

However, the newly appointed officials in recent years are still relatively inexperienced, like novices just entering the world.

Faced with this scene in the imperial court, it was inevitable that one would reveal their true feelings.

Occasionally, I would still find myself chuckling at the amusing scenes shown on the screen.

Although they knew they should remain serious in this solemn court, the comedic charm was simply irresistible.

The fleeting smile on her face betrayed her true feelings.

They either quickly lowered their heads, trying to hide their embarrassment; or coughed lightly, pretending nothing was wrong, but their slightly reddened ears still betrayed their awkwardness.

However, in this seemingly ordinary morning court atmosphere, he always paid extra attention to the content on the light screen above Qin Qianluo's head.

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