Thinking of this, Qi Meng's lips curled up slightly, forming a meaningful yet slightly chilling arc.
Yet her eyes remained icy cold, as if covered by endless frost, inspiring awe in those who looked upon them.
Qimeng, a name as mysterious and unpredictable as her life, quietly travels between countries, leaving behind an indescribable gloom wherever she goes.
She seemed to be cursed by an evil force from the depths of hell.
Deep within my soul lies a fanatical, almost manic, and twisted infatuation with all things beautiful in the world.
However, this infatuation was not the kind of cherishing and care that ordinary people would understand, but rather an extremely morbid and evil obsession that had grown in her heart, which had long been corrupted by darkness.
Whenever she is fortunate enough to encounter beautiful things that radiate pure light, she is driven by an irresistible magic.
They ruthlessly crush and destroy their dark, obscure, and malicious thoughts, bit by bit, until they vanish into nothingness.
It's as if only by witnessing beauty crumble in one's own hands, and by hearing the desperate cries that fill the air, can one truly understand.
Only then could she feel a twisted and abnormal sense of satisfaction, as if at that moment she was the master of this chaotic world, controlling the life, death and destiny of all things.
Thinking back to the ancient Xuanyuan Kingdom, it was once a prosperous and radiant paradise.
Like a dazzling pearl inlaid on the vast land, it shines brightly and exudes a peaceful aura that is captivating and enchanting.
On that fertile land, the people lived a peaceful and prosperous life, their hearty laughter echoing in the fields and the warm atmosphere of everyday life permeating the streets and alleys.
They work hard, watering the flowers of hope in their lives with their sweat, and reaping abundant fruits of happiness and peace.
Everyone's face was filled with a satisfied and joyful smile, a genuine expression of love and gratitude for life.
The ministers were all devoted to serving their country and loyally assisted the king. They upheld noble character and outstanding talent, and devoted themselves to the prosperity of the nation.
In the imperial court, they offered frank advice and suggestions for the country's development; on the battlefield, they fought bravely against the enemy, defending the country's dignity and territorial integrity with their blood.
Emperors were even more wise and virtuous, far-sighted, like the sun high in the sky, shining the world with the light of benevolence.
This has resulted in a peaceful and prosperous society for the entire country.
In those days in Xuanyuan, women did not have such a low status. Although they did not have the same rights as the women of Tianxuan, they were still happy and valued by their husbands' families.
Qimeng and her master, these two schemers hidden in the depths of darkness, are like two venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, cold and deadly.
They spent a full ten years meticulously planning and scheming, like crafting a wicked work of art.
Every move they made was carefully considered, and every plan was meticulously crafted, like an invisible yet deadly net, quietly being cast upon the Xuanyuan Kingdom.
They supported the then-prince Xuanyuan Huang, using every means at their disposal to help him ascend the throne.
From power struggles within the palace to open and covert battles in the imperial court, and even the court's efforts to win over forces in the martial arts world, their presence is ubiquitous.
Their influence is like cancer cells, silently yet fatally eroding the foundations of this country.
From then on, the Xuanyuan Kingdom embarked on a path of no return to destruction. Under their malicious manipulation, the once pure land was gradually shrouded in darkness, and the light was swallowed up little by little.
Opium ran rampant, like a demon opening its bloody maw, mercilessly devouring the lives and hopes of the people.
The people were mired in hardship, struggling desperately but unable to escape the cruel tricks of fate.
Once happy and harmonious families were torn apart, relatives were displaced, and the cries that shook the heavens were a desperate cry against fate and a silent indictment of that dark era.
In order to achieve her goal as soon as possible, Qi Meng was even willing to get involved herself, with a resolute and crazy attitude, relying on her extraordinary and unfathomable martial arts skills.
He successfully joined the ranks of the top experts in the Xuanyuan Sect, and thus gained the right to stay by the side of the Xuanyuan Emperor.
She was like an elegant yet deadly dancer, twirling lightly on the stage of power.
Every gesture she makes exudes an irresistible charm, yet hides a deadly danger.
She skillfully guided the Emperor's every move, as if manipulating a puppet. Every glance and every word seemed to contain endless meaning and allure.
She coldly watched as this once glorious and splendid country, under her and her master's meticulous planning, irrevocably degenerated into a living hell.
And every time I see the pain and despair on this land, every time I witness the beauty of the past being crushed bit by bit.
An indescribable pleasure would well up in her heart, a twisted satisfaction that originated from the depths of her soul.
It was as if she were the ruler of this dark world, controlling the life and death of all things.
She was so engrossed in this wicked pleasure that she couldn't extricate herself, allowing the darkness within her to spread and devour the last vestige of her humanity.
Five years ago, the person who had been with her for many years, both a mentor and a demon, passed away. However, this did not become the turning point for Qimeng to stop doing evil.
On the contrary, relying on the power and connections she had accumulated over the years, she still managed to stir up a storm in the turbulent land of Xuanyuan Kingdom all by herself.
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