The towering temple walls isolated her from the noise and disturbances of the outside world, allowing her to focus on the culture and spiritual practice of Miao territory.

If it weren't for Pan Wei's repeated, tireless visits to Chengxiao Kingdom, his earnest words, persistent attitude, and various reasons to invite me, I wouldn't have been able to come here.

She was unwilling to leave Miao territory and step into this unfamiliar country no matter what.

Later, he was worn down by Pan Wei's perseverance and his original unwavering determination gradually crumbled.

After countless hesitations and struggles, she finally reluctantly agreed to come along.

But who could have imagined that fate would be so wondrous, bringing her this invaluable opportunity?

A thoughtful look gradually appeared in her eyes, and deep within them, a hidden flame seemed to be burning quietly.

Hidden within the flames were her thoughts, plans, and expectations for the future, as if she were plotting something unknown yet of paramount importance in her heart.

Xinghua sat quietly in the corner by the window, like a tranquil painting.

A Miao ethnic costume, colorful yet dignified, shimmered with a mysterious and captivating luster under the sunlight.

The intricately embroidered patterns on the clothing seem to tell ancient and distant legends of the Miao region.

Her slender, verdant fingers, as if drawn by some mysterious force, slowly and gently traced the rim of the cup with an almost reverent gesture.

The movement was delicate and gentle, as if her fingertips were not touching the rim of a cup, but a rare treasure that carried a thousand years of history and emotion.

As she slightly turned her wrist, the string of silver bells, meticulously crafted by Miao artisans, emitted a clear and melodious sound.

The sound was like a crystal-clear mountain stream, flowing gently among the jagged rocks of various shapes, each note brimming with vibrant energy.

It is like the melodious song of a warbler flitting through the lush green forest in spring, its clear chirping creating a beautiful melody among the branches and leaves.

It's more like the wisps of morning mist that gently drift through the mountains, spreading softly in the air.

In this teahouse filled with the noise and bustle of people, a unique sense of tranquility and serenity emerges.

It's as if she's quietly shutting out the worldly disturbances around her, creating a tranquil space that belongs only to her.

At this moment, Xinghua is caught in a fierce and complex internal struggle.

Her deep, ink-black eyes, like the dark night sky, were fixed on the Qingfeng Academy across the way, revealing an indescribable focus and contemplation.

His mind was like a tangled mess of threads, repeatedly weighing whether or not to try to get closer to Qin Qianluo.

Once this thought arose in her mind, it spread rapidly like wildfire, like a spark igniting a prairie fire.

However, the more crucial and challenging question is how to find a seamless, appropriate, and natural excuse to approach the other party without any flaws.

This pretext must not only cleverly avoid the other party's defenses and prevent them from becoming suspicious, but also naturally lead to one's own purpose.

Like finding a precise path in a complex maze, it truly took her a lot of thought.

Her gaze returned to Qingfeng Academy across the street, observing the shopkeeper's respectful and cautious manner towards Qin Qianluo.

She was already certain that Qingfeng Academy must be an asset under Qin Qianluo's name.

This academy, nestled in the bustling city, shines like a pearl, exuding unique charm and cultural atmosphere, attracting numerous literati and scholars.

The architectural style of the academy is simple and elegant, with flying eaves and brackets showcasing the accumulation of time and the charm of history.

The plaque hanging above the gate, with its elegant and unrestrained calligraphy, seemed to proclaim the extraordinary nature of the academy.

Even knowing this relationship, whether she could successfully meet Qin Qianluo was still like being separated by a hazy and mysterious veil, full of unknowns and variables.

This unknown was like a riddle hidden in the darkness, waiting for her to unravel it, yet it also made her feel uneasy.

Thinking this, she subconsciously moved her hand to the bamboo cage hanging at her waist.

The bamboo cage is exquisitely crafted. The bamboo strips are carefully selected and polished, each one smooth and delicate, with a faint luster.

It is evident that it was made by a skilled craftsman. The bamboo cage is intricately woven, and every texture showcases the unique artistic style of the Miao region.

Inside the bamboo cage, the golden silkworm gu, which was still in a semi-formed state, was lazily curled up in a corner, looking listless and uninterested.

Its body trembled slightly, as if silently telling the story of the hardships and struggles of growing up.

This golden silkworm gu is the third one she has painstakingly raised.

Looking back on her previous experiences, the cultivation of the first two Golden Silkworm Gu ended in failure, and each failure was like a deep wound in her heart.

That sense of frustration was ever-present and impossible to shake off.

She had spent countless precious and rare medicinal herbs to raise the Golden Silkworm Gu.

Some of those medicinal herbs came from the depths of the treacherous mountains of Miao territory, while others were even sought out from distant foreign lands.

She didn't know how many days and nights she had spent in that dark, damp, and mysterious secret room.

Under the flickering candlelight, he carefully tended to the Golden Silkworm Gu, observing its every change.

Every hopeful expectation ultimately vanished, and the disappointment and pain pierced her heart like sharp thorns.

The one in front of us, although it has shown some more positive signs in its growth process compared to the previous two, is in better condition.

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