That call was filled with endless sorrow, longing, and reluctance to part.

As if transcending the boundaries of time and space, it spoke of the deep, bone-deep affection between the siblings, echoing for a long time in the quiet room, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

That voice, like the most mournful star in the night sky, shimmered with endless sorrow.

It illuminated this dark moment and made everyone present feel the weight of this grief.

Qin Shouzhen's eyes reddened, as did the Emperor Emeritus and the Empress Dowager. Since ascending the throne, the Emperor Emeritus had always placed absolute trust in his subjects.

He did not suffer from the common flaws of emperors, nor did he ever doubt his ministers. It was precisely because of this that the Ning Dynasty grew stronger day by day.

But precisely because of this, the passing of each minister would cause him immense heartache. These were the people who had fought alongside him to conquer and protect the empire; how could he not feel pain?

While everyone was still grieving, the Kingdom of Jizi suddenly launched an attack. The generals of the Kingdom of Jizi had already discovered that the "spoils of war" on the city wall had disappeared.

After discussing the matter, the generals decided to launch an attack immediately before Chengxiao's reinforcements arrived.

Moreover, news of Emperor Chengxiao's arrival spread quickly, and the wolfish ambitions of the Jizi Kingdom were also growing. If they could capture Emperor Chengxiao alive, it would be a great achievement.

As the cannons roared, Qin Qianluo and the others quickly donned their armor, ready to go into battle.

Qin Qianluo stood atop the city wall, her eyes blazing with anger. She glanced at Qianchao and the others, and when it came to weapons, she feared no invading force.

With so many powerful weapons in her spatial storage, how could she possibly lose? Moreover, Qianchao and the others were trained according to special forces standards, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that one of them could take on ten.

The battle was won without any surprise. The Jizi Kingdom was so badly defeated that it dared not show its face. Qin Qianluo knew that one should not pursue a desperate enemy, so she withdrew her troops.

Just then, a whistling arrow pierced the wind and flew straight toward Qin Qianluo's face. Qin Qianluo's eyes turned slightly cold.

He nimbly dodged the arrow, but didn't see the archer.

Looking back at the arrow embedded in the city wall, Qin Qianluo noticed a note attached to it. Her brow twitched slightly, and a bad feeling crept into her heart.

Qianxi, who was closest to the note, felt her heart skip a beat the moment she caught a glimpse of it.

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to his heart, and his expression instantly became as solemn as the gloomy sky before a storm.

In that split second, without hesitation, her movements were like a black lightning bolt; she swiftly and precisely reached out and firmly grasped the note in her hand.

With complete concentration and eyes as sharp as a hawk's, she meticulously examined the note with practiced skill and caution.

She first gently stroked the edge of the paper strip, feeling the texture of the paper, not missing any roughness or abnormality.

Next, she placed the note under her nose and sniffed it gently, trying to detect the faint, unusual odor.

Then, he carefully examined every tiny crease on the paper, as if trying to decipher the hidden information from these wrinkles.

After a thorough, detective-like examination, confirming that the note was not poisonous, she narrowed her eyes slightly, as if weighing something in her mind.

He then breathed a slight sigh of relief and respectfully and solemnly handed the note to Qin Qianluo with both hands.

Qin Qianluo's gaze was like a sharp hook, instantly fixing on Qianxi's face.

His gaze seemed to be trying to penetrate Qianxi's soul, to find out if she knew the secret hidden behind the note.

Her heart was in turmoil, and waves of fear surged through her, relentlessly assaulting her defenses.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the almost uncontrollable fear in her heart with her iron will.

She slowly reached out her hand, the movement seemingly incredibly difficult, each inch of movement like struggling in sticky mud, using all her strength to finally take the note.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if the note was not made of paper, but rather carried a tremendous weight, bearing countless unknown dangers and fears.

It's as if once opened, it will unleash a demon powerful enough to destroy everything.

Immediately afterwards, she gently unfolded the note, and in that instant, a silk handkerchief, like a light yet ominous autumn leaf, quietly slipped away.

Qin Qian instinctively reached out and caught it, feeling the familiar soft touch of the silk handkerchief.

The faint fragrance emanating from it suddenly evoked a strong sense of déjà vu in her.

That familiar feeling, like a cold, slippery snake, slowly crawled down her spine, making her shiver and goosebumps instantly spread all over her body.

When her gaze fell upon the contents of the silk handkerchief, she felt a sudden darkness engulf her vision.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had instantly swallowed up all the light around her, plunging the entire world into darkness.

A strong wave of dizziness washed over her, assaulting her brain and blurring her consciousness.

Her legs went weak, her knees buckled, and she almost lost her balance. She was like a withered leaf in a storm, swaying precariously.

Yao Guang had been like a silent guardian, closely watching Qin Qianluo's every move. Upon seeing this situation, she acted swiftly and decisively.

Like a black lightning bolt, he swiftly stepped forward and steadily supported Qin Qianluo.

Her eyes revealed worry and concern, but also a hint of vigilance, as if she were ready to deal with any potential danger at any moment.

The note read in bold: Su Jinyun has fallen into my trap. If you wish to see her alive again, go alone to the depths of the dense forest in the eastern suburbs at midnight tonight.

Do not harbor any illusions; I know everything about your possession of space.

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