Mind Voice Leaked, Entering an Imaginary Dynasty with a System

As the most outstanding anti-drug police officer in China in her previous life, Qin Qianluo tragically died at the age of twenty-five during an undercover mission. She accidentally activated a dorm...

Chapter 434 Why Not Try a Different Approach

Moreover, the Miao people traveled thousands of miles to Chengxiao, braving mountains and rivers, truly seeking protection with an extremely urgent heart, a matter of life and death.

The current situation in Miao territory is like a small boat tossed about in a storm, precarious and causing great concern.

Various forces, like hungry wolves, surrounded them, eyeing them with predatory intent, ready to pounce and tear apart this seemingly tempting piece of meat—the Miao region.

The Miao region is struggling in this complex and perilous situation, like stumbling through a thicket of thorns, with every step filled with hardship and danger.

They desperately need the strong support and protection of the incredibly steadfast Chengxiao Kingdom in order to find a sliver of stable hope in this turbulent situation.

They struggled to find hope for survival amidst the pressure from various forces.

If she were to rashly attack the noble and illustrious Prince Chengxiao on Chengxiao's territory...

This is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock, an open provocation against Chengxiao Kingdom, which will surely provoke thunderous anger from Chengxiao Kingdom.

At that time, Miao territory may be plunged into an abyss of no return, suffering annihilation, and the entire land of Miao territory may be reduced to scorched earth in the flames of war.

Countless innocent people will be displaced and plunged into a miserable state of misery and suffering.

Thinking of this, Xinghua couldn't help but tremble violently, a bone-chilling cold rising from the soles of her feet to her heart.

It felt as if I had been thrown into an ice cellar, and I became increasingly cautious.

Every thought was weighed repeatedly in my mind, as if walking on a knife's edge, and I dared not be careless or negligent in the slightest.

She slightly furrowed her slender and beautiful eyebrows, which were as thin as willow leaves, and the two eyebrows were tightly intertwined, as if telling of her inner worries and struggles.

She fell into deep thought, carefully considering every possible way to approach him, as if turning the pages of a thick book.

They were trying to find a safe way to achieve their goal without causing disaster from all this confusion.

Every idea was carefully considered in my mind, striving to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning had ripped through the night sky, a flash of inspiration struck her.

The various descriptions of Prince Jinrui Zhao, Qin Qianluo, that circulated widely among the common people flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

People praise her wisdom and open-mindedness; her wisdom seems to be able to penetrate the fog and see the essence and laws of all things in the world.

She had the world in her heart and cared deeply for the well-being of all people, just like a compassionate deity.

At the same time, she also has a strong, almost fanatical, curiosity about new and unusual things.

Like a child who is always eager to explore the unknown world, full of curiosity and desire to explore everything in the world.

Xinghua's mind was instantly cleared up as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining. A rough outline of the plan slowly unfolded in her mind like a painting.

She realized that instead of the previous roundabout, cautious approach that could lead to missed opportunities and failure, she should consider other methods.

Instead, we should take a different approach and boldly adopt a more direct yet ingenious strategy.

By focusing on one's unique identity and the mysterious and captivating culture of Miao territory, one might achieve unexpected success and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

With her mind made up, Xinghua took a deep breath, as if she wanted to expel all her hesitation, unease, and fear with that breath.

She then rose gracefully, her figure as light as a butterfly in flight, her every move exuding the unique charm and elegance of a Miao woman.

She gently adjusted her colorful and exquisitely embroidered Miao costume.

Every movement was delicate and slow, as if meticulously sculpting a priceless work of art.

The silver ornaments on her clothes made a crisp, melodious sound as she moved.

Like a beautiful and moving melody, it gently played in the air, adding a touch of mystery and charm to her.

With light and graceful steps, she walked out of the teahouse. The street was bustling with people, lively and lively.

The sounds of hawking, laughter, and carriages mingled together, creating a noisy yet vibrant symphony of everyday life.

Xinghua, however, seemed to be in another world, her gaze firmly fixed on the direction of Qingfeng Academy.

Like a nimble fish, she moved freely through the crowd, skillfully avoiding one person after another, and soon arrived at the gate of Qingfeng Academy.

The moment Xinghua stepped into Qingfeng Academy, the academy manager's gaze was immediately drawn to her as if by a magnet.

The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Clearly, no one expected that this esteemed Miao saintess, who was rarely seen, would suddenly visit without warning.

But the shopkeeper had been running this bookstore for many years, and was knowledgeable and experienced, like a veteran general who had been through many battles.

After only a moment of surprise, she quickly composed herself, a perfectly timed, friendly, and warm smile instantly curving her lips.

That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and radiant, as if it could dispel the winter chill and bring people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

She strode forward, her figure as light as a swallow about to take flight, each step light and graceful, as if she were walking on clouds.

The shopkeeper bowed slightly, his posture respectful yet elegant, like a graceful dancer displaying beautiful movements on stage.

With a voice as clear, melodious, and graceful as a nightingale singing in a valley, she said, "The mountain wind knocks on the copper bell, and I am startled to realize that the distant stars have fallen into my study."

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