The Emperor seemed to sense her fear and gently squeezed Su Liyue's palm, conveying warmth and comfort.
He murmured softly, "Don't worry, Zitong, I will investigate this matter thoroughly and will not let such villains succeed."
Looking at the Emperor's resolute and strong expression, and his reliable and mountain-like figure, Su Liyue felt somewhat at ease.
She gently nestled into the Emperor's embrace, closed her eyes, and listened to the Emperor's steady and powerful heartbeat, as if it were the most moving melody in the world.
In this gentle embrace, she gradually calmed her long-standing and restless state of mind, hoping that this sudden storm would subside soon.
On the other side, Qin Qianluo had just caught Feng Qingyun. She gently raised her jade hand and patted her little bottom with a hint of anger but also tenderness.
The gesture was a mix of reproach and anger, yet also carried a unique intimacy. With that gentle pat, the anger in Qin Qianluo's heart seemed to be blown away by a light breeze, dissipating somewhat.
She moved gracefully and slowly lay down on the soft bed, her cloud-like hair spreading out freely, her starry eyes gently closed.
However, my thoughts, like a wild horse that has broken free, drifted leisurely into the distance.
The sudden appearance of the nine-tailed fairy fox was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, shattering all peace and tranquility; it was truly bizarre and strange.
Without any prior warning, it suddenly burst into everyone's view.
The inexplicable sense of familiarity he felt for her deep within him was like a fog, lingering in his mind and difficult to grasp.
Qin Qianluo has always been highly vigilant and cautiously skeptical of gifts given to her by others without any reason, and would never accept them easily.
Yet, he had inexplicably accepted the items given to him by the nine-tailed fox spirit, and the whole process was so smooth and natural that he had not even had the slightest doubt in his heart.
Now, calming down and reflecting on it carefully, all of this seems utterly unbelievable, as if I were in a bizarre dream, unable to find any sense of reality.
Looking at Yao Guang and the others, their eyes reddened several times, glistening with tears, like glistening dewdrops on flower petals in the early morning, teetering on the verge of falling.
When he looked at her, the excitement hidden deep in his eyes was like a surging undercurrent, and how could it escape Qin Qianluo's keen perception?
This strangeness, like thorns, stuck in her heart, leaving her deeply confused and perplexed.
Especially when facing Yao Guang, a feeling of tenderness and affection for a younger generation inexplicably welled up deep within him.
The emotion was sincere and intense; he only wanted to cherish and protect her, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.
Moreover, he subconsciously chose to believe what Yao Guang said, a certainty that was without reason yet as firm as a rock.
The events that happened throughout the day were all so complex and intertwined that Qin Qianluo found them absurd and bizarre.
It felt as if I was shrouded in an invisible net, deeply trapped within it, unable to find even the slightest clue.
Feng Qingyun rubbed her slightly reddened bottom and tiptoed carefully to Qin Qianluo's bedside.
Her large, watery eyes were wide open, staring intently at Qin Qianluo's face, as if trying to discern the emotions hidden deep within her heart from her expression.
Lost in her own thoughts, Qin Qianlu noticed the subtle movement beside her and slowly came back to her senses, but she did not turn her head to look at Feng Qingyun.
She merely smiled slightly, forming a faint, almost imperceptible curve, and said softly, "Come up and lie down, I'm not angry anymore."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyun's previously tense face instantly blossomed into a radiant smile, just like the blooming flowers in spring, bright and beautiful.
She used both hands and feet, and with a somewhat adorable look, quickly climbed onto the bed and lay down close to Qin Qianluo.
Then she stretched out her little arms and affectionately hugged Qin Qianluo's waist, blinking her eyes with curiosity and inquiry in them.
She asked softly, "Luo Bao, what were you thinking about just now? Was something special?"
Qin Qianluo reached out and gently pinched Feng Qingyun's chubby, porcelain-like face with her slender fingers, her movements gentle and indulgent.
Then he slowly said, "I'm wondering who that nine-tailed fairy fox is, and why I feel that inexplicable familiarity with her."
It felt like a string deep in her heart, gently plucked, yet the source of the melody remained elusive.
And Yao Guang and the others also felt very familiar to me, especially Yao Guang. She gave the feeling that she had known me for a very long time.
The marks of time seem to have left a deep imprint on us, but I just can't remember them.
And for some reason, when I was with her, I unconsciously felt a sense of kinship towards a junior; this feeling was strange and unfamiliar.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyun's cheeks puffed out, like a cute little hamster hoarding food, and she rubbed her head against Qin Qianluo.
With a touch of childishness, he said, "I've never seen that nine-tailed fairy fox, and I don't know what she looks like."
However, I always felt that my ability to leave the space freely was most likely because of her.
As for Yao Guang, I also have a sense of familiarity with her, but I am clearly a system, and in theory, my memories should be clear and accurate.
This shouldn't be happening, but my mind is like a tangled mess of threads, with only some vague outlines.
It's as if I've known her for a very, very long time, but there's always a thick fog between us, making it impossible to see clearly.
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