Qin Qianluo was unwilling to give up easily; her stubbornness and persistence in seeking the truth made her unwilling to give up.
She took a deep breath, calming her slightly rapid breathing, her eyes revealing a firm determination.
Feng Qingyun released her perception again, this time compressing it into a more powerful and concentrated beam of energy.
Like a sharp sword, it pierced towards the thatched hut.
However, no matter how hard she tried, the light screen remained as stubborn as a rock, showing no reaction whatsoever.
Each disappointment after an attempt was like a heavy hammer blow to their hearts.
Qin Qianlu sighed helplessly, slowly shook her head, her face full of disappointment and helplessness, and could only temporarily give up trying again.
But her gaze remained fixed on the thatched hut, like a magnet, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.
Above the Golden Palace, majestic and solemn, incense smoke curls up from the carved beams and painted rafters, lingering leisurely in this magnificent court.
Inside the hall, the glow of the glass cups swayed gently, as if telling the story of the long years that had passed within this deep palace.
On the dragon throne, the emperor wore a bright yellow dragon robe, the gold embroidery on which shone brightly in the flickering candlelight.
Each gold thread seemed to proclaim the supreme majesty of the royal family.
The emperor had a stern face, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples, and thin lips slightly pursed beneath a high, straight nose, exuding an air of authority without anger.
Those deep eyes were like abysses, concealing endless thoughts, taking in every doubt and unease of the officials in the court.
His gaze lingered briefly on the young girl from the Qin family before he slowly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows on his eyelids as he fell into deep thought.
That thatched hut, hidden in the wilderness, looks dilapidated and teetering on the brink of collapse in the wind and rain. Could it really hold some unknown secret?
The emperor's thoughts drifted away, and the locust plague that had ravaged the land before came to mind.
At that time, swarms of insects, dark as clouds, rolled in, devouring crops and leaving fields desolate.
The people, seeing their livelihoods destroyed, wept bitterly, their cries echoing across the land.
Then, he thought of the plague that swept in like a demon.
The disease spread rampantly in towns and villages, and wherever it went, there were cries of grief in every household, and everyone looked sick. Life was as fragile as a candle in the wind, and was mercilessly shrouded in the shadow of death.
Thinking of these things, the emperor's brows furrowed more and more unconsciously. These calamities, at first glance, appeared to be natural disasters.
However, upon closer examination, there are subtle traces of human manipulation behind them.
Every detail, every doubt, swirled in his mind, like a tangled mess that was difficult to unravel.
The Xiongnu once ran rampant on the border, their iron hooves trampling the land, leaving people displaced and their homes reduced to ruins.
Japanese pirates frequently raided the coastal areas, their warships appearing like ghosts, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities, causing immense suffering to the coastal residents.
Now they are barbarians again, and although the time of their invasion is different, their actions are exactly the same.
What exactly are their goals? Is there a single force secretly directing them? This arrangement certainly raises suspicions.
Is there some kind of secret connection between them? Or is someone secretly stirring things up, trying to overthrow this peaceful and prosperous world?
As the emperor thought this, he slowly raised his eyes, his sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, sweeping over Prime Minister Qin and Prime Minister Su with scrutiny and inquiry.
The two men looked solemn, their usually composed faces now filled with gravity, their eyes also brimming with deep worry.
It seems they have also figured out the strangeness of the situation and realized the huge conspiracy hidden behind this series of disasters.
The emperor nodded slightly to show his understanding, secretly praising the two men's keen insight.
Then, he calmly glanced at the other officials. Apart from the newly appointed officials, they all looked bewildered and helpless in the face of this complex and unpredictable situation.
The others all wore expressions of contemplation, some with furrowed brows, others shaking their heads inwardly, clearly trying to decipher the deeper meaning behind it all.
After observing them closely, the emperor nodded to himself, thinking to himself that his efforts in cultivating these ministers had not been in vain.
In critical moments, their depth and wisdom are still evident.
Then, the emperor's gaze turned to where the little girl was. The little girl was petite, standing in a corner of the court, yet she was exceptionally eye-catching.
At this moment, she was frowning slightly, deep in thought, her rosy cheeks flushed with concentration, just like peach blossoms blooming on branches in spring.
Her clear eyes sparkled with a lively light, like stars twinkling in the night sky, revealing a purity and intelligence that seemed out of place in the imperial court.
Seeing the little girl like this, the emperor couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
Perhaps this clever and mischievous little girl can bring a glimmer of hope to this foggy situation.
With her unique perspective and brilliant mind, she unravels these mysteries, reveals the truth to the world, and restores peace to the country.
Qin Qianluo stood quietly in a corner of the court, the hushed whispers of the surrounding ministers like fine threads constantly seeping into her ears.
But she seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier, all her attention firmly focused on the epidemic, the locust plague, and the perplexing matter before her.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze revealing a hint of contemplation and inquiry.
In an instant, the heartbreaking scenes of the epidemic outbreak surged into her mind like a tidal wave; the once bustling and prosperous streets were now deserted and desolate.
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