As the door closed gently, the room fell silent once more, save for the occasional bird calls coming from outside the window.
Their movements were swift and agile; as they turned, they stirred up a gentle breeze, disrupting the swaying light and shadows on the ground.
The two walked side by side to the door, exchanged a knowing glance, and said nothing more.
They hurried away, each heading towards their respective teams, their figures quickly disappearing around the corner of the corridor.
Inside the room, Qimeng's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.
It was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, each beat striking the heart as if measuring something.
Her gaze was deep and calm as she stared quietly out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
Yingyi stood respectfully not far away, her head slightly lowered, not daring to even breathe loudly, her eyes filled with awe, for fear of disturbing Qimeng who was lost in thought.
Time seemed to stand still, and the whole world seemed to be waiting for Qimeng's next command.
After a long silence, Qi Meng finally broke the silence, her voice steady and cold, as if wrapped in a layer of frost: "Ying Yi, you go out first, and don't make any rash moves during this time."
Yingyi obeyed the order, walked quietly out of the room, and closed the door carefully, afraid of making the slightest sound.
Until the door closed gently, only Qimeng's breathing remained in the room.
She slowly stood up, her figure graceful, and walked lightly to the dressing table.
Looking at her own stunningly beautiful yet somewhat cold face in the bronze mirror, her mind was churning with thoughts like a surging tide.
She had already made up her mind: this time, she would go to Japan with Qin Qianluo. This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her.
Japan is an isolated island surrounded by the sea, far from familiar spheres of influence, where the situation is complex and full of variables.
If we're lucky enough, we might be able to avoid many obstacles in that unfamiliar land and firmly control Qin Qianluo.
Thinking this, Qi Meng slowly smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. Instead, it had a strange quality that sent chills down one's spine.
She knew in her heart that if she wanted to travel with Qin Qianluo, she would have to make Qin Qianluo owe her another favor.
However, the method of using Yu Ying as an excuse last time will not work, and we must find another way.
Qi Meng narrowed her eyes slightly, a sly glint in them, and her thoughts drifted involuntarily to Qin Qianyu.
In an instant, a bold and meticulous plan gradually took shape in her mind.
Her gaze grew increasingly resolute, her slender fingers gently tracing the edge of the dressing table, as if she could already foresee the moment her plan would be successfully implemented.
But she also knew that she had to be careful with every step, because the slightest mistake could lead to total defeat. However, that was precisely the charm of this game.
The scorching sun hung high, baking the long, winding official road, and waves of heat rose from the ground, as if to melt everything.
On both sides of the convoy were lush green forests, and the occasional birdsong added to the tense atmosphere.
The goods being transported this time are no ordinary items; they are the incomparably precious and priceless shimmering brocade.
This shimmering brocade has always been a coveted treasure among high-ranking officials and nobles. Its production process is incredibly complex and requires a great deal of manpower, resources, and time.
From the initial selection of high-quality mulberry silk, all of which comes from carefully raised spring silkworms, each silk is of uniform thickness, lustrous and white.
Then, the craftsmen meticulously weave the threads with gold, silver, and colorful silk threads on specially made looms.
With years of experience and exquisite craftsmanship, these silk threads are woven into beautiful patterns.
Afterward, a special dyeing process is needed to give the silk thread its unique color. This process requires not only precise control of temperature and dye ratio, but also a keen grasp of timing.
Each piece of shimmering brocade embodies the painstaking efforts of artisans over countless days and nights, and reflects their exquisite craftsmanship passed down through generations. As a result, it is expensive and extremely rare on the market.
This escort mission was of great importance and could not afford the slightest mistake. Qin Qianyu was so worried that she decided to personally accompany the team on the escort.
She wasn't being stingy with these valuable brocades; in fact, three of them were carefully selected as gifts for Qin Qianluo.
This sentiment is what made her care so much.
This year's shimmering brocade is even more outstanding than in previous years. The material is delicate and dense, warm to the touch, and of higher quality than in ordinary years.
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