The fragrance was like a messenger traveling through time, quietly telling the ancient stories that had been preserved in the book.

Yao Guang saw that her sect leader's mood had not been spoiled by the Miao holy maiden's sudden visit and strange behavior.

The slight furrow in his brows, like snow melting in spring, gradually relaxed.

The worry in his eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief.

The heavy weight that had been hanging over my heart, like a boulder weighing a thousand pounds, finally eased a little, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She moved with utmost care, each step as if afraid of disturbing the tranquil atmosphere, her movements as light as a nimble cat flitting silently in the moonlight.

Her figure was graceful, and her steps were light, just like a willow branch dancing in the wind, without making a sound.

She quietly approached the window, where several pots of blooming orchids sat on the windowsill, their delicate petals as light as butterfly wings.

It exudes a delicate fragrance that permeates the air, adding a touch of elegance to the room.

Looking out through the window, I could just see the Miao holy maiden fleeing in panic, like a frightened bird.

She was walking hurriedly, as flustered as an ant on a hot pan.

Every step was filled with endless fear and unease, as if being relentlessly pursued by some ferocious monster, daring not to pause for even a moment.

Her skirt swayed violently with her frantic steps, like a withered leaf helplessly swaying in a gale, without any rhythm or order.

The figure looked so disheveled, a stark contrast to the cool and composed demeanor it had displayed upon entering, as if it had become a completely different person.

Upon seeing this, Yao Guang couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips slightly, a smile tinged with mockery and disdain, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, slowly rippling across her lips.

In Yao Guang's view, this Miao holy maiden possessed a stunningly beautiful appearance.

Her eyebrows and eyes were like a crescent moon, clear and bright; her nose was delicate and straight, like a jade peak; her lips were red without any lipstick, and she looked delicate and beautiful.

Her figure was graceful, like a willow swaying in the breeze, like a fairy stepping out of a painting, every move she made exuded a captivating charm.

However, she was not very bright, acted rashly and impulsively, and had no strategy whatsoever, just like a child who had never experienced the ways of the world.

On someone else's territory, they dare to come here so brazenly and without any scruples to negotiate with a high-ranking and far-sighted prince from another country.

That's utterly ignorant and arrogant, like throwing an egg against a rock.

Fortunately, her sect leader has always been good-tempered, kind, and compassionate.

They are always more tolerant and patient with others, just like the vast and boundless earth that bears all things.

If it were anyone else, given the Miao holy maiden's reckless actions, she would probably have already suffered a terrible fate and met a miserable end.

They might be ruthlessly suppressed, or even have their lives in danger, not even knowing how they died, and could only breathe their last in endless regret.

There's really no need to waste time dealing with someone as stupid as an ox.

Keep her, treat her as a small episode in life, like a ripple on a calm lake that disappears in an instant.

I doubt she can cause any real trouble or achieve anything significant; she's nothing more than a clown.

Thinking of this, Yao Guang gently shook her head, her eyes filled with helplessness and contempt. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the window and fall directly on the back of the Miao saintess.

She turned and walked with light steps, like a butterfly dancing gracefully and calmly, back to Qin Qianluo's side, continuing to quietly guard her.

Just as Qin Qianluo had accurately predicted, when Pan Wei heard about this from Xinghua, it was like a sharp lightning bolt striking his heart.

Its impact was as dramatic as a calm lake suddenly being struck by a giant rock, creating a raging storm.

In an instant, his face turned as white as the last snowflakes of winter, and his once bright eyes were now shrouded in a cloud of panic.

Fear surged forth uncontrollably from the depths of his eyes like a raging tide.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world lost its color in his eyes.

Only that deep fear followed him like a shadow, spreading rampantly, as if it would devour him entirely.

However, as the king who ruled the Miao region for many years, Pan Wei had already forged an iron will and a calm mind after experiencing countless trials and tribulations.

Despite the turmoil in his heart caused by this sudden and enormous shock, he quickly suppressed his panic with his strong self-control and took a deep breath.

He moved slowly, each step seemingly carrying a thousand pounds of weight, until he reached the chair. He then sat down heavily, sinking into deep, dark thoughts.

(The aroma of zongzi fills the air, and the fragrance of ink lingers. Thank you for your companionship along the way. May you enjoy the Dragon Boat Festival with the delight of unwrapping zongzi and the pleasure of turning the pages of a book.)

It possesses both the courage of a dragon boat racing through the waves and the poetic beauty of a world of words. Happy Dragon Boat Festival! May your stories remain ever new and your friendships endure!