After putting down the Floating Light Brocade, Yao Guang inadvertently looked up and saw Qi Meng's tightly closed door.
A thoughtful look flashed across her eyes, like a ripple on a calm lake, fleeting yet profound.
Recalling the worry and hesitation on her master's face when he mentioned Qimeng, Yaoguang couldn't help but feel suspicious.
She pondered to herself that her master was always calm and composed, never showing any emotion even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, so there must be a reason why he was so concerned about Qimeng this time.
After a moment's hesitation, she moved like a ghost, silently approaching the door.
She held her breath, her aura subdued, as if she had blended into her surroundings, each step so light as to be completely silent.
As she approached the door, she turned slightly to the side, pressed her ear close to the door, and used her keen senses to carefully investigate the movements inside the room.
Her senses were like a fine spider web, not missing the slightest abnormality, even the faintest changes in breathing or the slightest rustling of clothing were all within her perception range.
After a thorough search, apart from Qi Meng's calm breathing, no strong internal energy fluctuations were detected inside the room.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxed, and her slightly clenched fist slowly loosened.
After confirming that everything was normal, she returned to the pavilion quietly, just as she had come, with a calm expression.
It was as if her actions had never happened; only the fine beads of sweat on her forehead hinted at her tension and focus.
Qin Qianluo had been keeping an eye on Yaoguang's actions. When Yaoguang approached the door, her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched her silently.
Her fingers unconsciously and gently gripped the hem of her clothes, revealing her inner nervousness.
When Yaoguang returned to the pavilion, she glanced at her subtly without saying a word.
But deep down, Yao Guang's investigation made her feel much more at ease.
Yao Guang was secretly watching, and if Qi Meng had any secrets or unusual behavior, it would be hard to escape her notice.
She picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and tried to hide the turmoil in her heart. The temperature of the tea calmed her down a little.
Once Yao Guang's footsteps had completely disappeared outside the door, the room returned to silence, and Qi Meng seemed to have temporarily escaped from a tense chase.
Her tense back relaxed slightly as she carefully reached into her bosom.
The moment my fingertips touched the black stone, a cool sensation washed over me, and my tense nerves instantly relaxed.
A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, like a fleeting, yet profoundly meaningful, epiphyllum blooming quietly in the night sky.
Her thoughts drifted back to what had just happened. Qin Qianluo stood in front of her, her expression concerned, her words flowing like a gentle stream, attracting the attention of those around her.
Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, Qianxi, like a nimble night cat, moved lightly and swiftly, silently slipping into Linglong Pavilion.
When Qianxi returned, just before Yaoguang and Qin Qianyu were about to step into the Left Prime Minister's residence, she carefully handed the stone to Qimeng.
The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest delay or a sound that aroused suspicion, perfectly avoiding Yao Guang's sharp, hawk-like perception.
The fight between Qimeng and Yaoguang is still vivid in my mind. Yaoguang was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and had a cold look in her eyes.
Her attacks were swift and fierce, each strike carrying an unstoppable momentum, with whistling winds from her fists and gusts of wind from her kicks.
If Qimeng hadn't practiced martial arts since childhood and possessed some skill and quick reflexes, she probably would have been defeated within a few moves.
Yet, even someone with such high martial arts skills, extremely high vigilance, and perception as keen as a cheetah could be somewhat concealed by this stone.
Qimeng gently stroked the stone in her hand. It was cold to the touch and had a rough texture. Upon closer inspection, she could see irregular patterns on the surface of the stone.
Like marks etched by time, yet faintly radiating a strange power.
She was secretly amazed. What secrets did this stone, which came from who-knows-where, hold? How could it possess such a magical ability to disappear right under Yao Guang's nose?
Qi Meng slowly closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and her aura gradually calmed down.
Now, everything is progressing steadily according to her plan, like a finely tuned gear.
This is an excellent sign. If things continue to go smoothly, she won't be far from her goal.
By the time Su Jinyun realized it, Qimeng had already been living peacefully in the Left Prime Minister's residence for a week.
For Su Jinyun, this week was like an endless battle.
Those two volumes of "Friends of Talent" are like a treasure mountain containing endless mysteries; every page you turn reveals a vast amount of complex information.
From the planning and repair of water conservancy projects that benefit the people, to the adjustment and balancing of agricultural and sericultural taxes.
From the evaluation criteria for local officials to the selection and appointment of talents in the imperial court, every single matter is intricately interwoven, and a single move can have far-reaching consequences.
The entire court seemed to be caught in a storm, with everyone from high-ranking ministers to lowly clerks running around in a frenzy.
I wish I could be like Nezha, with three heads and six arms, so I could deal with all these complicated matters.
When Su Jinyun heard the news that Qimeng had moved into the Left Prime Minister's residence, her heart was instantly filled with a mixture of emotions, including sourness, doubt, and worry.
But after she dismissed everyone else and listened to her trusted advisors recount the whole story in detail, her tense brows slowly relaxed, and she let out a long, helpless sigh.
Looking up at the flowers swaying in the wind outside the hall, I was filled with感慨 about the unpredictability of fate, knowing that some things are beyond human control.
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