Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's agreement, Qimeng felt secretly pleased. The corners of her carefully drawn lips turned up slightly, revealing a confident and determined smile.
But she quickly composed herself, maintaining her charming and delicate appearance, like a fragile flower in spring that would break at the slightest breeze.
She took a half step forward, bowed slightly, and revealed a section of her fair neck just right.
Her voice grew increasingly soft and charming, like a warm breeze carrying a hint of sweetness: "Then this servant thanks Your Highness in advance."
Your Highness is so generous and understanding; I am truly grateful.
As she spoke, she gently bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with gratitude, as if Qin Qianluo had become her lifeline.
She paused, then slowly straightened up, her slender fingers unconsciously smoothing the hair at her temples. The seemingly unintentional movement concealed her meticulous calculations.
She raised her eyes, a fleeting, almost imperceptible sly glint in them, before quickly replacing them with a serious expression.
She continued, "However, I cannot reveal the source of this information, and I hope Your Highness will understand."
She deliberately frowned slightly, a hint of embarrassment on her face. "All I can do is tell you the truth."
She slowly leaned closer to Qin Qianluo, deliberately lowering her voice, uttering each word clearly and mysteriously, as if afraid of being overheard by others.
"That person once casually mentioned that the one who attacked the prince's subordinates was very likely Yu Ying, who was once ranked number one in the Xuanyuan Kingdom."
After saying that, she raised her eyes without making a sound, and carefully observed Qin Qianluo's expression.
He tried to glean useful information from her every subtle expression and emotional fluctuation, hoping to add leverage to his next plan.
Upon hearing the completely unfamiliar name "Yu Ying," Qin Qianluo's hand involuntarily froze in mid-air. The teacup was still inches from her lips, yet she remained as if frozen in place.
She paused slightly, her mind momentarily blank, as a jumble of thoughts began to swirl around her like threads.
If the person who attacked Dark Moon was indeed Yu Ying, upon closer examination, many mysteries seem to be resolved.
Dark Moon once mentioned that the person ranked first had unfathomable martial arts skills, and every move was sharp and swift, so much so that even Netherworld was powerless to resist.
Considering his own involvement in the war, it was perhaps this war that touched upon some of Yu Ying's interests, which led to this retaliation.
Therefore, those ghostly pursuits and the cold, sinister gazes from the shadows must have been the work of Yu Ying.
Qin Qianlu frowned, lost in thought. Her gaze was fixed on a certain point on the table, but her thoughts had already drifted far away.
She kept going over the details of the past in her mind, trying to piece together the outline of Yu Ying.
At this moment, she was completely absorbed in pondering the mystery and did not notice the cunning glint in Qimeng's eyes.
The calculating glint in his eyes was just like the smug look on a hunter's face when he sees his prey take the bait.
After a moment, Qin Qianluo came to her senses, tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, and looked up at Qimeng. Her voice was steady but couldn't hide her urgency.
"Miss Qimeng, do you know what this jade shadow looks like? And where is it right now?"
Her eyes were full of inquiry, as if as long as Qimeng spoke, she could unveil the layers of mystery shrouding the truth.
Qi Meng parted her lips slightly, let out a soft sigh, and then slowly shook her head.
Her jet-black hair swayed gently, with a few stray strands playfully falling beside her fair cheeks.
She slightly raised her eyes, a hint of helplessness and regret flashing in them, as if telling a heartbreaking story.
“Your Highness, this Yu Ying is extremely secretive and her whereabouts are unpredictable, like a ghost hiding in the dark night, and it is always difficult to catch her tracks.”
Her voice was soft and melodious, yet carried an undeniable certainty.
"Even in the Linglong Pavilion, where people come and go every day, welcoming and seeing off countless distinguished guests, we have never had the honor of seeing her."
She paused slightly, her slender fingers unconsciously fiddling with the tassels on her sleeves, as if carefully choosing her words.
After a moment, she parted her cherry lips slightly and continued, "I only heard some bits and pieces of information from hearsay."
I've heard that the jade-like figure always wears a warm, smooth jade mask. The mask is delicate in texture and has a soft luster, yet it completely conceals her face, making it impossible for anyone to see even a glimpse of her features.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of panic flashing in them, as if she were imagining Yu Ying's mysterious appearance.
"I've heard that she has superb martial arts skills, sharp moves, and lightning-fast movements. Few in the world can rival her."
At this point, her voice gradually lowered, as if afraid of being overheard. "As for her true appearance, there is really no way of knowing."
"Those who know her true colors are probably..." She hesitated, a meaningful look appearing on her face.
Her slightly furrowed brows and dim eyes seemed to suggest that those who knew Yu Ying's true identity had met with misfortune.
The unspoken second half of the sentence, like a thick fog, hung between the two, sending a chill down their spines.
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