Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun exchanged a helpless glance, their eyes filled with bitterness.

The two carefully observed the scene before them. Although Feng Qingyun and Long Nanzhi were arguing fiercely, no real anger had ignited in their eyes.

It's just kids throwing a tantrum and bickering.

They understood perfectly well that since it was just a minor squabble, they simply let the two little ones be and ignored this farce that was both funny and exasperating.

Qin Qianluo slowly withdrew her gaze from the two bickering figures, as if she were withdrawing from a lively yet somewhat helpless drama.

She turned her head and looked tenderly at Su Jinyun. In an instant, her cheeks flushed with a dreamlike blush, like clouds gently kissed by the warm morning sun.

The blush spread from her ears, like peach blossoms blooming in spring, delicate and beautiful.

How could she forget those thoughts that once flowed freely in her heart, those ideas that were either bold or shy?

If Su Jinyun took it as lewd and irresponsible talk from a lecherous man.

I fear that my beautiful vision of marrying Su Jinyun will shatter and vanish like a dream bubble, never to become a reality.

Su Jinyun gazed at Qin Qianluo quietly, her sharp eyes like a gentle spring breeze caressing Qin Qianluo's face.

The increasingly vibrant blush was easily captured.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, outlining a gentle and tender smile.

That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and warm, as if it could dispel all the gloom in the world.

She gently squeezed the hand that Qin Qianluo was holding tightly. The hand was warm and strong, as if conveying endless affection, or as if telling a thousand words.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice as gentle as the softest spring breeze, slowly brushing past her ear, each word filled with deep affection.

Like a gentle stream, it flowed out: "If Qianluo has any grievances in her heart, I hope you will allow me to speak them out."

By a stroke of luck in the past, people were able to know your thoughts and ideas, and this strange event unexpectedly helped the court resolve many predicaments.

The Emperor Emeritus has issued a secret edict, strictly forbidding you from informing him of this matter.

Later, although I wanted to confess to you many times, it was as if an invisible shackle bound my tongue, making it difficult to speak.

As time went by, seeing that the secret had not caused you any harm, and considering various concerns, you swallowed the words back time and time again.

Looking back now, I'm filled with remorse. I wonder if Qianluo blames me for not telling you?

Qin Qianluo sat quietly in front of Su Jinyun, her gaze seemingly drawn by a magnet, completely fixed on Su Jinyun's eyes, which were as clear as autumn water and as bright as stars.

Those eyes, like deep, dark pools, reflected the myriad aspects of the world, and contained endless tenderness and affection.

Like a warm, clear spring, Qin Qianluo couldn't help but immerse herself in it, as if she had forgotten all the troubles around her.

Her expression was relaxed and gentle as she slowly shook her head, her movements as gentle as a breeze brushing against willow branches.

It seemed as if the faint lingering doubts and anxieties in her heart were being quietly dispelled with this gentle sway.

At the same time, she held Su Jinyun's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, as if what was being transmitted between their palms was not just body heat.

It is also a belief that has stood the test of time and an unwavering reliance on each other.

It was as if no force in the world could separate their tightly clasped hands or shake this deep bond.

Then, Qin Qianluo tilted her head slightly, her fair neck with graceful lines, just like a swan.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice as soft as the gentlest breeze in spring, carefully teasing the delicate petals.

Every word seemed to overflow from the softest corner of the heart, carrying a tender affection as gentle as water.

He recounted in detail: "When I first heard about this, my heart was inevitably stirred, as if fine snowflakes had fallen on a lake, creating ripples."

Upon closer examination, however, this opportunity was neither something that could be changed by human effort, nor something that Jin Yun desired, and even Yun Bao could not fathom its mystery.

Looking back, I realize that this was not without its blessings—because my unspoken thoughts quelled many undercurrents and averted many crises.

It was as if a beacon of light had been lit in the fog of fate, protecting all living beings.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel fortunate to have been born into this world. If I were elsewhere, those unspoken thoughts might have already become sharp blades piercing me.

They pushed me into an abyss of no return, turning me into a wisp of wronged soul drifting between heaven and earth.