After putting the mask away, Yu Ying raised her head slightly, looking at Qin Qianluo with a calm yet complex scrutiny.

She parted her lips slightly, her delicate lips parting like a blooming flower.

He spoke slowly, his voice flowing gently like a clear mountain spring.

Echoing in the quiet space, with a pleasant rhythm and unique magnetism: "Your Highness's charm is even greater than before."

However, in just a fleeting glance, she saw through my clumsy attempt at concealment. Such keen insight truly commands both respect and admiration.

Qin Qianluo was like a tranquil statue, her face calm and still, as if no stormy waves in the outside world could stir up a ripple in her expression.

With every gesture, she moved with the elegance of the most skilled dancer in the palace, gently lifting her cup once more.

The cup in her hands was like a rare treasure. Her movements were gentle and slow, as if she were afraid of disturbing the subtle atmosphere in the air.

In fact, her seemingly confident probing was actually based on her keen, eagle-like intuition and bold speculation based on the slightest clues.

The moment Qin Qianluo stepped into the thatched hut, she was like a sophisticated detector, instantly capturing that familiar aura.

Yu Ying's voice was like a distant and indistinct ancient ballad, creating faint ripples on the lake of her heart and touching a hidden string deep in her memory.

Every note, every rise and fall in tone, is like a gentle key, trying to unlock the long-sealed door in her treasure trove of memories.

However, the fragments of those memories were too scattered to be pieced together completely in a short time.

And in the instant Yu Ying poured tea for her, there was an extremely subtle and fleeting little movement.

Like a spark suddenly flashing in the darkness, it instantly illuminated the chaotic fog in her heart.

The action was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, seemingly insignificant, yet in Qin Qianluo's keen perception, it created ripples of profound significance.

It was an extremely subtle habitual action, and if Qin Qianluo hadn't maintained a high level of vigilance at all times, with her cheetah-like keen perception, she would have hardly noticed it.

But it was this seemingly ordinary yet subtly mysterious little action that, like the most crucial piece of a puzzle, gradually made her initially vague guesses clear and certain.

So, she feigned composure and, beneath her calm exterior, meticulously planned a seemingly casual probing. Her tone was nonchalant, yet it struck at the heart of the matter like a hidden arrow.

Unexpectedly, this test was as accurate as hitting the bullseye, confirming the shocking fact that even she herself found surprising—Qimeng was Yuying.

Thoughts surged like a raging torrent, flowing uncontrollably back and forth.

In her mind, the carefully crafted excuses that Qimeng had used to approach her flashed by like a projector.

The excuse was like a seemingly gorgeous but flawed garment; at first glance, it seemed reasonable, and every detail was perfectly crafted.

However, upon closer examination, one can detect a subtle unnaturalness, like a flaw hidden in a beautiful painting.

Although inconspicuous, it can always disrupt the overall harmony unintentionally.

And all those little moments in our interactions, every smile, whether sincere or fake, are like mysterious symbols.

Each conversation, whether subtly suggestive or seemingly ordinary, is like a hidden clue.

Every exchange of glances, whether meaningful or fleeting, seemed to contain endless profound meaning.

At this moment, these seemingly ordinary past events, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, are clearly emerging in her mind one by one, gradually piecing together a complete and amazing picture.

A sudden realization, like the first light of dawn, flashed in her eyes, instantly dispelling the long-standing confusion that had lingered in her mind.

Those mysteries that had once tangled up like a tangled mess, perplexing her and keeping her up at night.

Under this light, like ice and snow under the sun, it quickly melted away without a trace.

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze steady and profound, like the most distant and mysterious star in the night sky, quietly resting on that breathtakingly beautiful face.

Yu Ying's face was so exquisite that it seemed to be the most prized masterpiece of heaven, with every line flowing with unparalleled beauty.

It looks as if it was meticulously drawn with the most delicate brush in the world.

The charm in her eyes and the curve of her lips exuded a captivating allure.

However, at this moment, Qin Qianluo's heart was like an unbreakable fortress, and she was not deceived by this beautiful appearance.

Her thoughts, like fine spider silk, swiftly weaved and intertwined in her mind, weighing various possibilities and pondering the hidden truth behind them.

Every thought is like a tentacle groping in the dark, trying to uncover the truth hidden by layers of mist.

After a brief silence, she spoke again, her voice steady and calm, as if it came from the bottom of a deep valley, carrying the weight of time and an unquestionable authority.

And the unwavering determination to uncover the truth: "I wonder why you've gone to such lengths?"

The sound echoed slowly in the almost frozen silence of the thatched hut, like a heavy iron hammer striking Yu Ying's heart again and again.

They also knock on the door of this mystery, trying to break through that unbreakable barrier and uncover the unknown truth behind it.

Yu Ying's gaze was fixed on Qin Qianluo, and the indifference emanating from her eyes was like that of a thousand-year-old ice from an extremely cold place.

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