In recent years, she has been raising the little girl by her side, like raising a poisonous insect, carefully training her and gradually instilling in her all her skills and cruel survival methods.
Looking at the little girl, she seemed to see herself back then. At that time, she was also like this little girl, full of ignorance and fear, when she was adopted by her master.
Through rigorous training day after day, they gradually lost their original innocence and became puppets controlled by fate.
Now, she treats this little girl in the same way, just as her master did to her, shaping her into a deadly weapon that belongs only to her.
This exquisitely beautiful little girl is the daughter of a powerful official in the Qingli Kingdom.
The moment I first saw the little girl, her fair face was like solidified cream, and her eyes were clear and bright, like the purest lake water in spring.
Qi Meng was instantly captivated, and the thought of taking her away quietly sprouted in her heart.
She is always decisive in her actions; once an idea comes to her, she immediately puts it into practice.
Qimeng chose a new name for the little girl, Yumei. Now Yumei is just three years old, and Qimeng has been with her for over a year.
Qimeng arrived at Yumei's place today, stood quietly to the side, and looked at Yumei.
Once, Yu Mei's eyes were innocent and ignorant, like a blank sheet of paper, full of confusion and curiosity about everything around her.
But now, his once clear eyes are now filled with gloom and fear, and every subtle expression seems to hide many hidden thoughts.
Sometimes she would intently fiddle with the small objects in her hands, and other times she would look up and gaze around, her eyes filled with a longing to escape.
This change filled Qi Meng with a sense of accomplishment. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealed a smile, and quietly watched for a while before turning around and leaving the secret room.
These days, the capital city seems to be shrouded in an invisible gloom, with various forces launching large-scale searches both openly and covertly.
This turmoil also significantly impacted Linglong Pavilion. Every day, people of different identities came to inquire about the situation.
Or they would casually wander around and observe, making the atmosphere in the brothel exceptionally tense.
However, Qi Meng remained calm and showed no sign of worry.
After all, Linglong Pavilion usually runs legitimate businesses with clear accounts and compliant operations.
The girls in the brothels were all volunteers, and no matter who came to investigate, they couldn't find any fault with them.
As for Shadow One, he usually lives a secluded life and rarely goes out.
Even when they go out occasionally, they act very discreetly and always blend into the crowd.
With his extraordinary martial arts skills, his movements were as agile as a ghost, and his inner strength was as deep as the ocean, making it impossible for people in the capital to detect his whereabouts.
Unless Yao Guang, who is by Qin Qianluo's side, personally leads the search, Yao Guang's martial arts skills are superb, and only she might have a slight chance of discovering Ying Yi's whereabouts.
Otherwise, Yingyi would be like a fish in the deep sea, safe and sound in the capital.
The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on Qimeng's face. She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching her cheek, and gently removed the mask from her face.
After taking it off, she turned the mask over, stared at it for a moment, and then solemnly placed it into the carved box next to her.
With a soft "click," the box locked, locking away the secret behind the mask.
Immediately afterwards, Qimeng took out a veil as thin as a cicada's wing from her dressing case, raised her hands slightly, and gently placed the veil on her face.
She gracefully adjusted the folds of the veil, ensuring that every part fit perfectly.
Once everything was ready, her entire demeanor seemed to undergo a sudden transformation, as if by magic.
Originally, he was as cold and aloof as frost, like a solitary peak standing tall in the cold night, keeping people at arm's length.
But now it is replaced by a charming allure, every gesture is full of seductive charm, like a poppy quietly blooming in the cold night, dangerous yet captivating.
Every glance seems to hold an endless story.
A week has passed since the Dark Moon incident. In these seemingly peaceful seven days, the capital city appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging beneath.
On the streets and alleys, informants from various factions, like tentacles hidden in the shadows, were gathering information from all directions.
Qimeng, at the very center of this vortex, secretly plotted and quietly awaited her opportunity.
Now that the time is ripe, it's time to contact Qin Qianluo. She pondered to herself, a shrewd and calculating glint in her eyes.
Thinking this, she summoned a maid, who hurried over, stood to the side with her head bowed, not daring to breathe.
Qi Meng glanced at her and said, "Take my handwritten letter with you and be very careful. Go to the Left Prime Minister's residence immediately."
Do not speak to anyone, and ensure the letter is not damaged in the slightest; deliver it to Qin Qianluo personally.
This letter was a carefully prepared bargaining chip. Its contents contained all the information Qin Qianluo had been longing for.
Qi Meng was certain that when Qin Qianluo saw these contents, she would be unable to contain herself.
Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming a confident yet mysterious smile. Then she slowly turned around and quietly leaned against the soft couch.
Her posture was languid, yet wary, her eyes glancing frequently towards the door. She waited quietly for the maid to bring back news.
A smile remained on her lips, as if she had already foreseen Qin Qianluo's surprise and eagerness when she saw the letter.
As the sun rises, sunlight filters through the gaps in the glazed tiles, illuminating the solemn and dignified imperial court.
With a command to "Dismiss the court," the officials, dressed in their court robes, filed out.
Qin Qianlu stood tall and walked with steady steps, though her expression showed signs of fatigue.
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