On the dilapidated wooden bed behind the woman, a figure lay quietly.

The wooden planks of the bed have developed many cracks, as if they are about to fall apart under the weight.

It made a faint "creaking" sound, as if telling of its weariness and helplessness.

The figure lay there quietly, as if in a deep and tranquil slumber.

All the noise and commotion around her were irrelevant to her; her face was calm and serene, as if she had found her own peaceful world in this slumber.

Qin Qianlu felt a sudden tremor in her heart, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible yet powerful hand. A complex and indescribable emotion surged into her heart like a raging tide.

There was deep worry about the familiar figure, anxiety due to the unknown situation, and a brief sense of relief after seeing the familiar figure.

Her feet moved slowly toward the wooden bed involuntarily, each step feeling as if it carried a thousand pounds of weight.

The ground made a slight sound beneath her feet, as if echoing the heaviness in her heart.

Just then, the woman in purple parted her lips slightly, her voice as clear and melodious as a nightingale's soft song in the darkness, yet carrying a hint of coolness and leisure.

As if from the distant horizon, yet also carrying a hint of something elusive: "King Zhao indeed arrived as promised; such magnanimity in keeping his word is truly admirable."

"Prime Minister Su has merely entered a temporary slumber; his life is not in danger, so please rest assured. The freshly roasted tea here is still steaming; why don't you join me for a few cups and rest a while?"

Qin Qianluo's steps seemed to be frozen in time, coming to an abrupt halt in an instant.

At this moment, her heart was like a turbulent ocean, filled with an urgent urge to rush to the wooden bed and check on the princess's condition with her own eyes.

Like a raging beast, it rampaged through her heart, frantically trying to break free of the shackles of reason.

This impulse surged like a raging tide, wave after wave, almost completely drowning out the composure and calmness she had cultivated over the years.

However, her long-standing experience and sense of responsibility allowed her to maintain a sliver of clarity even in this critical moment.

She knew that in this perilous and turbulent situation, only by maintaining absolute calm could she understand the situation and control the overall situation.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her two delicate lips turning white and oozing a faint trace of blood, as if silently telling of her inner struggle and perseverance.

She took a deep breath and slowly regulated her erratic breathing, trying to calm her racing heartbeat.

Each inhale felt like drawing strength; each exhale felt like dispelling inner turmoil.

After some effort, she gradually calmed down, and her eyes regained their firmness and sharpness.

Then, she slowly turned around, each step steady and powerful, like a heavy hammer landing with a resounding thud, as if stepping on her own heartbeat.

With a do-or-die determination, he readily walked towards the opposite side of the jade shadow.

Her posture was as upright as a pine tree, her steps firm, like a moving, majestic mountain, exuding an inviolable majesty.

Finally, she slowly sat down, her movements elegant and solemn, as if she were performing a sacred ceremony.

Her gaze was like two sharp, cold swords, piercing straight at the jade figure opposite her.

The coldness in his eyes was like ice that had never melted for a thousand years, as if it could instantly freeze the surrounding air into frost.

The chilling voice was like the howl of a vengeful ghost from the depths of hell, carrying with it bone-chilling frost and endless cold.

She spoke each word clearly and heavily from her tightly pursed lips: "I wonder what your purpose is in bringing my queen here?"

The sound echoed in the somewhat empty thatched hut, as if it carried a power that questioned heaven and earth, causing the entire space to tremble.

Yu Ying gazed quietly at Qin Qianluo before her. In her deep, abyss-like eyes, which seemed to see through people's hearts, a fleeting, extremely subtle longing flashed by.

That fleeting expression was like a brilliant shooting star streaking across the night sky; though only for a brief moment, it left a stunning mark on the dark heavens.

With a hint of barely perceptible tenderness and longing, it was as if recalling a past buried deep in the heart.

However, she quickly erased this fleeting emotion in a very skillful and subtle way.

As if gently blown away by an invisible wind, it instantly returned to its calm, mysterious appearance.

It was impossible to detect even a trace of emotion on her face.