She paused slightly, her fingers tapping lightly on the dressing table, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound that instantly broke the brief silence.
It was as if the drums of war were being sounded for this invisible contest: "So be it, I'll have a chance to see you clearly someday."
Since you've come up with a solution to the locust plague, you must have already prepared for other challenges, right?
"Don't lose too quickly, otherwise it'll be too boring."
The night was thick and dark, enveloping the Linglong Pavilion. Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, casting Qimeng's shadow long and short.
She leaned against the dressing table, her slender fingers tapping the surface intermittently, producing a dull and monotonous sound, as if keeping time for her thoughts.
"Qin Qianluo..." Her voice was low, as if she were uttering softly between her teeth.
The last syllable carried a barely perceptible tremor, a suppressed, almost frantic desire.
As she murmured, she slowly curled the corners of her lips into a chilling smile.
That smile was like the fiercest wind and snow in the dead of winter, carrying endless chill that seeped straight into one's bones.
Anyone who sees it will feel a chill in their heart, as if they have been coiled by a cold snake, and their whole body will feel cold.
At the same time, possessiveness and a sense of predation surged in her eyes like a raging tide, growing stronger and stronger.
It seemed to want to devour everything in front of it, or like an endless black hole, greedily wanting to take in all the beauty in the world.
For Qin Qianluo, Qimeng's feelings were as complicated as a tangled mess of hemp, impossible to unravel.
With each new understanding she gained, the desire to destroy her grew stronger and stronger, like a fire doused with oil, burning almost out of control.
Qin Qianlu was simply too beautiful; standing there, she was like the bright, flawless moon in the night sky.
Her body naturally radiated a soft, almost perfect light, a light that was pure and warm, yet it was incredibly dazzling to Qimeng.
No matter how you look at it, you can't find a single flaw in Qin Qianluo.
Her words and actions, every smile and frown, were just right, like a meticulously crafted work of art, so perfect that it was unbelievable.
However, as they got to know each other better, Qimeng was shocked to discover that beneath this seemingly perfect exterior lay countless secrets.
Each new discovery was like a sharp hook, firmly catching Qimeng's curiosity and desire to conquer, making her more and more deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate herself.
This feeling is like seeing a mysterious light in the darkness; the closer you try to get, the more unknowns you discover hidden behind the light.
This unknown further fueled her deep-seated possessiveness.
Qi Meng's deepest desires grew wildly like weeds; she couldn't wait to find out.
What a chilling sight it would be if such a wonderful person were to be broken and withered away little by little in one's own hands.
The image of Yu Mei couldn't help but appear in her mind; she was also a child whom she had once thought was perfect.
Yu Mei, like Qin Qianluo, once exuded a unique charm that attracted Qi Meng's attention.
The sense of satisfaction that welled up from the deepest part of her heart when she destroyed Yu Mei with her own hands.
Like surging waves, one after another, it completely overwhelmed her, and she still finds it unforgettable.
Now, she secretly wondered if the pleasure she felt from destroying Qin Qianluo was even greater than that from destroying Yu Mei.
Will it allow her to experience an unprecedented and ultimate pleasure?
Could it, in that instant, fill the void deep within her heart that can never be filled?
Thinking of this, her eyes grew even more fervent, and her pupils dilated slightly with extreme excitement.
My hands clenched tightly without my noticing, and my knuckles turned white from the force.
It was as if at this very moment, she had already touched Qin Qianluo's fate and couldn't wait to crush it.
Watching that perfect image crumble bit by bit in his hands, listening to Qin Qianluo's desperate cries, he satisfied his twisted and greedy desires.
Time flows gently by, and the streets and alleys of Haiyan County are bathed in a warm golden light, witnessing the peaceful passing of the days.
Once, swarms of locusts covered the sky over this land like dark clouds, densely packed.
Wherever they went, crops were devoured, and the people looked at the destroyed farmland with fear and despair in their eyes.
However, with the orderly organization of the government and the full cooperation of the people, this terrible locust plague was finally brought under effective control.
People persevered day and night, employing various methods to kill the locusts. After countless days and nights of hard work, the rampant locusts gradually disappeared.
The sky over Haiyan County has returned to its clear state, and the sunlight is pouring down without reservation, bringing new hope to this land that has suffered so much.
Within Haiyan County, a dozen or so breeding farms established by wealthy merchants and the royal family were bustling with activity.
In the spacious breeding area, chickens and ducks roam in groups, either strolling happily or scratching for food contentedly in the mud.
The clucking and squawking sounds, rising and falling, intertwined to create a vibrant symphony of harvest.
Workers at the farm moved about, their faces beaming with satisfaction as they skillfully performed tasks such as feeding and collecting eggs.
They were dressed in simple, coarse cloth clothes, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, but their eyes were full of longing for the future.
Some workers were scattering handfuls of grain on the ground, attracting chickens and ducks to swarm around them.
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