However, time seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on everyone, slowly passing by in silence, one second, two seconds... each second seemed incredibly long.
However, Qin Qianluo seemed to be isolated by an invisible and tough protective membrane, completely unaware of the tense and almost suffocating atmosphere around her, and remained unresponsive.
Even Feng Qingyun remained silent at this moment, unusually quiet.
The entire Golden Palace seemed to be under a strange, immobilizing spell, eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind whistling past outside.
And the tense, suppressed, intermittent breathing of everyone, each breath like a heavy sigh.
A strong and complex emotion welled up in the Emperor's heart, and doubts surged into his mind like a tide.
His brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) shape, and a hint of confusion, surprise, and anxiety flashed in his eyes.
He looked again and realized that the little girl from the Qin family was completely absorbed in the so-called puzzle game.
Her eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her eyelids, like a tranquil painting.
His gaze was focused and determined, as if the whole world had shrunk to just that tiny puzzle in front of him.
Sometimes, when faced with a difficult problem, he would frown slightly, and the "川" (river) character between his eyebrows would become more and more obvious, as if he was having a silent battle with the problem.
Sometimes, a flash of inspiration would strike him, and he would gently purse his lips, revealing a subtle, slightly smug smile.
That smile was like the first ray of warm sunshine in spring, yet it was completely out of place in the oppressive atmosphere of the imperial court.
Completely immersed in her game world, she was oblivious to the tense and dangerous atmosphere around her, and naturally, she didn't hear the others' urgent discussion about the locust plague.
Upon seeing this, the Emperor gritted his teeth inwardly. A trace of helplessness, annoyance, and anxiety flashed across his originally dignified and imposing face.
A mix of emotions dimmed his eyes.
His gaze, sharp as a sword that could pierce the heart, swept swiftly over the two prime ministers, Su Jinyun and Qin Shouzhen, his eyes filled with a hint of pleading and deep worry.
Under the watchful eyes that felt like needles sticking out of their backs, the two understood each other perfectly. They exchanged a glance, and that seemingly brief exchange of eyes actually conveyed a thousand words.
Then, a heavy, helpless sound filled with endless sighs came from their chests almost simultaneously.
The sigh echoed in the silent hall, lingering for a long time, adding to the sense of sorrow and helplessness.
Su Jinyun recalled her vivid and well-organized statement just now.
He thought his captivating and moving description would be enough to attract Qin Qianluo's attention and make her notice the locust plague.
But now it seems that everything has sunk to the bottom of the sea, without causing a ripple or even a sound.
She secretly felt annoyed and silently made a grudge against Feng Qingyun.
In her opinion, if it weren't for Feng Qingyun, Qianluo wouldn't have been so captivated by this little puzzle game.
After all, in her heart, Qianluo was absolutely innocent. She was still young, innocent and playful, which was the nature of a child of that age. How could she be so harsh on her?
In this brief yet seemingly endless silence, where every second was filled with agonizing torment, the thoughts of the two prime ministers surged like a turbulent tide.
Countless thoughts flashed through their minds like a revolving lantern, as they weighed the pros and cons repeatedly.
Then, almost at the same moment, as if they had reached some unspoken understanding, they started to debate fiercely about how to solve the locust plague.
Their voices gradually rose, initially consisting of calm and measured arguments, but later they spoke one sentence after another, at an increasingly rapid pace, with their words becoming more and more intense.
Every viewpoint is like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples, or like a war without gunpowder, with each side going back and forth, refusing to give way.
They tried to break Qin Qianluo's concentration with their heated discussion.
This drew her attention away from the little puzzle game and back to the court.
Fortunately, everything went as the two of them expected, and Qin Qianluo's attention was indeed drawn to this heated debate.
She slowly raised her head, her dark eyes filled with confusion, and looked at the two people arguing heatedly.
Her pink lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. She just blinked her bright eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
A moment later, she lowered her head slightly and asked softly in her heart, "Yunbao, why are my dad and Sister Su arguing? What exactly happened?"
Feng Qingyun was equally confused; the puzzle game she and Luo Bao were playing had just reached a crucial moment.
On screen, intricate clues intertwine, each more mind-bending than the last. Each puzzle solved unveils an even more challenging new one.
Feng Qingyun's fingers tapped rapidly on the virtual interface, her eyes wide as she stared intently at the constantly flashing prompts.
He kept muttering to himself, "This clue is definitely related to the previous one, but what exactly happened..."
Completely immersed in the game world, they were completely unaware that the court was already in an uproar.
"Luo Bao, don't rush, wait for me a moment." Hearing Qin Qianluo's anxious question, Feng Qingyun blinked her bright eyes.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes were full of soothing meaning.
As she spoke, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her consciousness instantly sank into her own information space.
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