Qimeng took the household registration book and quickly scanned its contents like a scanner.
The words and symbols on the household registration certificate, along with the series of actions of the man in black, were quickly pieced together and combined in her mind.
Her gaze was focused and sharp, not missing a single detail, and every piece of information was gradually pieced together through her analysis.
After a moment, she had a clear answer in her mind, and then handed the household registration back, her expression calm as still water.
He said calmly, "You mean only those with Tianxuan household registration can know Qin Qianluo's secret?"
Upon hearing Qimeng's question, the man in black nodded without hesitation, his movements swift and decisive.
As if pulled by an invisible thread, the head bobbed up and down rapidly, eager to convey a positive message and emphasize the unquestionable nature of the answer.
But in an instant, her expression became complicated, with hesitation and entanglement intertwined on her face, like the gloomy sky before a storm.
Then, she slowly shook her head, her black hair swaying gently with the movement, each sway seemingly telling of her inner conflict and struggle.
She slowly lowered her head, closed her eyes tightly, furrowed her brows, and made the wrinkles on her forehead even more pronounced.
It's like struggling to untangle a tangled mess in your mind, trying your best to sort out those complex and difficult-to-express information.
In the quiet room, the only sounds were the crackling of the candlelight and the slightly rapid breathing of the two people.
Time seemed to stand still, each second stretched out endlessly, making it feel as if an entire century had passed.
After a long silence, the man in black seemed to have finally made a decision. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes revealing a resolute determination, as if he were about to reveal all his secrets.
She slowly raised her hand, her movements steady and deliberate, as if she were performing a solemn ceremony.
Her fingertips landed steadily on her heart, gently tapping it with just the right amount of pressure.
It was as if it was conveying to Qimeng the important meaning behind this action, concerning the inner world and thoughts.
Then, she slowly moved her finger to her lips and gently touched them, a movement that was gentle yet suggestive, as if telling some unspeakable secret.
Then, she casually pointed to her ear, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if emphasizing the importance of listening, or as if afraid of revealing some earth-shattering secret.
After completing this series of actions, she slightly opened her mouth and let out a low sigh, her voice deep and hoarse, as if it came from a deep ancient well.
But he spoke with exceptional clarity: "King Zhao knows everything, but having a household registration is acceptable, not having one is not."
Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an indescribable difficulty, as if these words carried a heavy burden.
Qi Meng's gaze followed the man in black's every move closely, her eyes wide open, not missing a single subtle action or change in expression.
Her brows furrowed into a deep frown, her face filled with contemplation and inquiry.
Her lips were slightly pursed, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, and her hands unconsciously gripped the armrests of the chair as she immersed herself in a deep analysis of the information.
She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, her mind churning with a surging tide of thoughts.
They attempted to connect the actions and words of the man in black to piece together a complete information puzzle.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and her previously dim gaze was instantly illuminated.
Like two bright flames suddenly igniting in the pitch-black night, they shimmer with the light of wisdom.
She leaned forward impatiently, almost lifting herself off the seat, and asked, "You mean..."
Those with Tianxuan household registration can hear Qin Qianluo's inner thoughts; those without cannot.
Moreover, Qin Qianluo would know everything about people with Tianxuan household registration, even things that had not yet happened.
"And those without Tianxuan household registration wouldn't know about their affairs?"
Upon hearing Qi Meng's words, the man in black immediately nodded in confirmation.
As soon as her neck lifted slightly, an unknown and powerful force, like a surging undercurrent from an endless abyss, instantly engulfed her.
This power was icy cold, as if carrying the chill of a thousand years. Wherever it went, her muscles instantly stiffened, every inch of her body seemed to be forged into steel, unable to move.
Her eyes widened in terror, her pupils contracting sharply, like a cat's eyes illuminated by a bright light in the darkness, filled with a deep fear of this inexplicable power.
Fear surged through her like a tide, a chill that went deep into her bones, making her breath quicken and become heavy.
Her forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground in front of her, leaving a small dark stain.
She instinctively tried to struggle, her hands involuntarily rising slightly, only to fall limply in mid-air, as if held down by an invisible hand.
Qimeng took it all in, her expression calm as still water, yet revealing a sharp insight that saw through everything.
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