Qin Qianluo said, "Thank you for your trust, Your Highness. I will certainly convey your thoughts properly."

"Prime Minister Su has always prioritized the nation and its people, remaining steadfast in his original aspirations. Upon hearing this matter, I imagine he will share my loyalty and dedication, fulfilling his duties and living up to the trust placed in him by Your Highness and the nation."

The curve of Ning Yuancheng's lips seemed to be slowly outlined by an invisible hand.

Like a shadow quietly growing in the cold night, it conceals a hint of smugness and an unfathomable cunning.

That smile, like a venomous fang hidden in the shadows, appears harmless but actually harbors deadly intent.

Like a cunning hunter lurking in a dark corner, secretly rejoicing at successfully luring its prey.

Following that, in this somewhat oppressive atmosphere, the two exchanged a few meaningless but necessary pleasantries.

Every word, every sentence, is like a tedious performance performed under a mask of hypocrisy, with an unsettling sense of falsehood and subtlety permeating the air.

After some feigned politeness, Ning Yuancheng slightly raised his chin, his gesture revealing an innate arrogance.

He waved his hand lightly, the gesture seemingly casual, yet it carried the weight of a cold command, implying that Qin Qianluo could leave.

Qin Qianluo, a woman known for her fortitude and decisiveness, was forced to bow to reality and compromise.

With her extraordinary skills and outstanding strength, there are very few people in the world who can truly pose a threat to her or cause her harm.

Even though the current situation is like a complex web, full of crises and difficulties like thorns.

If she insists on using her own abilities to resolutely withdraw, it is not impossible for her to escape unscathed.

However, Jin Yun's clear, bright, and innocent eyes, like stars twinkling in the night sky, would always appear before her eyes unexpectedly, like a phantom.

His eyes were filled with dependence and trust in her.

The gazes of her family members, filled with endless concern and deep worry, were like warm yet heavy shackles, tightly binding her heart and preventing her from breaking free.

Whenever she thought of them, Qin Qianluo felt as if a huge boulder weighing a thousand pounds had struck her heart, and the pain instantly spread to every corner of her body.

In the end, she gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in her heart, and slowly lowered her head, which had always been proud and never easily yielded, in response to Ning Yuancheng's unreasonable demands.

Feng Qingyun, who was by nature strong-willed, felt the helplessness and deep-seated forbearance surging in Qin Qianluo's heart.

He was so angry that his whole body trembled violently, like a leaf falling in a storm.

The anger in her heart was like being doused with buckets of hot oil, burning fiercely, the intense flames almost escalating her reason.

She longed to burst out of the space like a raging inferno, with overwhelming force.

Only by instantly burning Ning Yuancheng to dust could she slightly quell the endless rage in her heart, which was like a volcanic eruption.

Her emotions, like surging, turbulent waves, repeatedly crashed against the dam of reason with overwhelming force, almost to the point of complete loss of control.

Qin Qianlu keenly sensed Feng Qingyun's impending outburst of impulse. She quickly held Feng Qingyun down, her eyes revealing unwavering determination and unquestionable resolve.

Upon hearing Ning Yuancheng's permission to leave, Qin Qianluo took a deep breath, trying to swallow the humiliation and resentment that surged within her.

She slowly turned around, her movements elegant yet carrying an indescribable heaviness, like a phoenix wounded in a storm.

Despite her efforts to maintain a dignified demeanor, she could not hide the pain and exhaustion she was experiencing.

She was dressed in a gorgeous outfit, and the carefully selected and meticulously worn jewels and flowers gently collided with each step she took, making a crisp and melodious sound.

This sound, under normal circumstances, might be like a beautiful and moving piece of music, captivating the listener.

But at this moment, in this situation filled with helplessness and pain, it seems as if fate is playing a mournful elegy.

Every note speaks of the helplessness and pain deep within her heart, an unspeakable sorrow.

As she walked further and further away, the originally crisp sound gradually became weaker, as if it were letting out a heavy sigh for her compromise.

Until finally disappearing into the deep, long, seemingly endless end of the palace.

Only a deathly silence remained, as if endless darkness enveloped everything.

A deep sense of desolation permeated the air, just like her lonely, desolate, and broken state of mind at that moment.

Ning Yuancheng's face was like the dark clouds churning the sky before a storm, so gloomy that it seemed as if a torrential downpour was about to pour down at any moment.

His expression was ambiguous, like an abyss shrouded in mist, unfathomable.

His eyes were fixed on Qin Qianluo's receding figure, his gaze like two poisoned glints, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He tried to penetrate the ever-growing distance, to take in her every move and keep her firmly under control.

Until that graceful figure finally disappeared from sight, like a withered leaf swept away by a gale, silently vanishing into the endless darkness.

He slowly lowered his head, as if all his strength had been drained away.

At this moment, his lips trembled slightly, like withered leaves shivering in the autumn wind, as if he were muttering to himself.

It was as if he was suppressing the surging, turbulent resentment within him; his voice was low and hoarse, like a sob coming from the depths of hell.

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