Upon hearing the words "jade mask," Qin Qianluo's hand holding the teacup froze, and the tea almost spilled.
A sudden shock ran through her, and a look of understanding flashed across her eyes as she pieced together the vague clues from the past.
The truth gradually became clear, like the sun breaking through the clouds—yes, the one who attacked Dark Moon and secretly followed him was undoubtedly Yu Ying.
But there was no sign of panic on her face; instead, a fighting spirit ignited in her eyes.
She subconsciously stroked the jade pendant at her waist, her fingertips applying slight pressure. She thought to herself, not to mention her protective mechanism, Yao Guang alone was an insurmountable barrier.
Yao Guang is highly skilled in martial arts and has a meticulous mind. No matter how powerful Yu Ying is, she cannot gain the upper hand in front of Yao Guang.
With this thought, Qin Qianluo's tense nerves relaxed a little. Knowing who the enemy was, she had a plan to deal with it. She would not let Sister An Yue's injury go to waste.
Her gaze slowly shifted from the air to Qimeng, who was still squatting in front of her.
After a moment's thought, Qin Qianluo raised her slender fingers and deftly unfastened the jade pendant from her waist.
The jade pendant has a warm, smooth texture and a gentle luster when touched. It gleams softly in the sunlight, making it clear at a glance that it is quite valuable.
The jade pendant is carved with exquisite patterns on the front, which are the unique emblems of the Prince Zhao's Mansion. The lines are smooth and lifelike.
The back is engraved with the character "昭" (Zhao), with strong and powerful strokes, exuding an unquestionable majesty.
"If anything happens in the future," Qin Qianlu handed the jade pendant to Qimeng, her voice gentle, and she leaned forward slightly so that her gaze was level with Qimeng's.
"You may take this jade pendant to the Left Prime Minister's residence or the Prince Zhao's residence to find me. Is that satisfactory, Miss Qimeng?"
Her eyes held a hint of sincerity as she quietly awaited Qimeng's response, a slight upturn at the corners of her lips offering silent reassurance.
Qi Meng's eyes lit up instantly, like fireworks suddenly bursting in the night sky. She smiled and reached out her hand, her movements as gentle as a butterfly fluttering down, and steadily took the jade pendant.
She placed the jade pendant in her palm, tilted her head slightly, and let the sunlight shine through the carved window lattice onto the warm, smooth jade surface.
Her fingers gently caressed the delicate texture, not missing a single detail, her eyes filled with greed and pride, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.
After a long while, she reluctantly and carefully put the jade pendant into her sleeve, hiding it under the soft brocade.
Immediately afterwards, she swayed like a willow in the wind, turned slightly to the side, and parted her red lips: "Your Highness, this jade pendant is warm and exquisite."
Just like your kindness towards me, it warms my heart. I am so satisfied, thank you so much for your kindness, Your Highness.
She gently bit her lower lip, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes. "Your Highness is so busy with state affairs that you rarely have time to spare. It's rare for you to come to Linglong Pavilion."
"I've put a lot of thought into choreographing a dance, hoping it might help Your Highness relax. I wonder if Your Highness would be interested in appreciating my effort?"
Qin Qianlu nodded slightly, her movements simple yet elegant, her thin lips pursed, without uttering a word.
She slowly adjusted her posture, straightening her back as she leaned back against the soft chair.
One hand rested casually on the edge of the handrail, the fingers tapping lightly on the handrail, making a rhythmic sound.
His other hand hung naturally at his sides, and his entire being exuded an innate air of nobility. This silent gesture was a signal to Qimeng that it was time to begin.
A captivating smile bloomed on Qimeng's face, like a vibrant and alluring flower in spring.
She moved gracefully into the inner room. As soon as she entered, she went straight to the exquisitely carved sandalwood cabinet and took out the precious jade pendant from her sleeve.
The jade pendant gleamed with a warm luster in her hand. She gently opened a brocade box inlaid with pearls and carefully placed the jade pendant inside.
He then carefully hid the brocade box deep inside the carved sandalwood cabinet, repeatedly checking that the cabinet door was tightly closed. Only after confirming that everything was safe did he breathe a sigh of relief and gently close the cabinet door.
She moved gracefully to the door and called for a maid.
The maid rushed over and stood with her hands at her sides. Qi Meng leaned down slightly, leaned close to the maid's ear, and whispered a few instructions. The maid nodded repeatedly and left quickly.
In an instant, the melodious sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments began to rise slowly, flowing through the air like a gentle stream.
With graceful steps, Qi Meng entered the hall.
She wore a gossamer-thin dance dress, her sleeves fluttering as she danced gracefully to the music.
The movements were light and fluid, each spin like a willow catkin in the wind, light and graceful, each hand raised like a flower branch stretching out in spring, just right.
The dance steps are agile and rhythmic, sometimes light and quick, sometimes gentle and slow, showcasing the feminine grace to the fullest.
Her eyes were full of affection, her gaze sparkling with delight, and her lips were naturally red, like a peony blooming in the night, dazzling and beautiful.
Qin Qianluo's gaze was firmly drawn to her, and a hint of appreciation flashed in her deep eyes.
It must be admitted that Qimeng's dance moves are truly amazing, and her skill is evident in every gesture.
Her face was absolutely stunning, with skin as smooth as cream and features as delicate as a painting. Such a beautiful woman and such a beautiful scene were truly a feast for the eyes.
Qin Qianluo's gaze followed her figure the whole time, immersed in the beautiful dance.
After a brief stay at Linglong Pavilion, Qin Qianluo got up to leave.
Her guards were already waiting outside the door, leading in a tall, magnificent horse with glossy coat and a lithe gait, which was pawing restlessly.
Another guard respectfully opened the carriage door for her; the door made a slight sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet atmosphere.
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