In Qimeng's heart, Qin Qianluo is the most beautiful and pure existence in the world, like the brightest moon in the night sky.
She is someone only she can destroy, a sacred and inviolable white moonlight that cannot be defiled in the slightest.
Now, this beautiful scene has been destroyed. Qin Qianluo, whom she considered her prey, has been "defiled" by Su Jinyun. How could this not make her furious and enraged?
This anger is like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time, with magma churning and surging inside, ready to erupt at any moment and devour everything.
It felt as if a ferocious beast was roaring in her chest, eager to break free of its restraints and vent its resentment.
As Qi Meng thought this, a cruel smile slowly crept onto her lips.
The smile, illuminated by the cold moonlight, appeared particularly sinister and terrifying, like a reaper from the depths of hell, carrying endless malice.
She stood there quietly, her feet seemingly frozen in place, her gaze fixed on the closed door.
It was as if he wanted to pierce through it with his eyes and see everything inside the room.
The surrounding air seemed to be infected by her resentment, becoming cold and heavy, and the whole world seemed to be filled only with her heavy breathing and violently beating heartbeat.
The sound of her heartbeat was like a rapid, relentless war drumbeat, pounding against her chest and against the deathly silence of the night.
For a long time, so long that the moonlight seemed to have moved slightly without anyone noticing, and the light and shadows on the ground also changed quietly.
She moved her feet very gently, each step as light as a falling feather, stepping on the silent stone path without making a sound.
Her movements were extremely stealthy; every turn and every step she took seemed to have been meticulously rehearsed countless times, like a well-trained night owl that was most adept at concealing its presence.
She left quietly, her figure flashing past in the moonlight, too fast for anyone to catch.
She skillfully avoided every possible corner of the palace that could be noticed, without attracting the slightest attention from the palace's secret guards.
Even Yao Guang, who is always vigilant and like a guardian of the night, was deceived by the strange stone in her hand that emitted an odd luster and had bizarre patterns.
They were completely unaware of her whereabouts, letting her disappear into the night without a trace.
It was as if she had never existed in this world, leaving only her shadow, elongated and gradually blurred by the moonlight.
In the stillness of the night, the secrets and conspiracies hidden deep in the darkness are revealed, along with the surging tide of jealousy and resentment.
The next morning, the dawn light, like spilled gold paint, poured down on every inch of the Prince Zhao's residence without reservation.
The thin clouds were tinged with magnificent colors, red like fire and orange like the sunset, intertwined together.
Like a rainbow-colored dress dancing in the sky, it adorns the entire sky like a dream.
Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo carefully did their makeup in front of the carved bronze mirror.
Qin Qianlu sat down in front of the dressing table, her slender, fair fingers gently picking up a hairpin carved with intricate patterns. Looking in the mirror, she slowly inserted it into her ink-black hair bun.
The movements were gentle and elegant, each one like the creation of a work of art.
Su Jinyun stood behind her, smiling gently, her eyes full of love, and occasionally reached out to help straighten the fine wrinkles on Qin Qianluo's clothes.
When their eyes occasionally met, a subtle thread of love would flow and spread between them, filling the entire room with a sweet atmosphere.
Once everything was ready, they walked hand in hand into the main hall. Inside, the hall was magnificent with its carved beams and painted rafters, and the sandalwood tables and chairs were neatly arranged, exuding a faint fragrance of wood.
Lin Ruoqing and Qin Shouzhen were already seated in the main seats. Lin Ruoqing was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a dignified demeanor and a kind face.
Qin Shouzhen exuded an aura of authority and approachability befitting a person in a high position.
Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo moved gracefully with light steps, their figures slender and elegant. They walked up to the two men, bowed deeply, and their movements were perfectly synchronized, displaying their gentleness and respect.
Then, they steadily picked up the exquisite teacups with both hands, the teacups steaming with wisps of hot air, the aroma of tea filling the air, and the two offered the fragrant tea with deep respect.
Lin Ruoqing and Qin Shouzheng smiled, their eyes full of satisfaction. They took the teacup, took a small sip, and nodded slowly.
His words were full of expectations and care for the two of them, urging them to support each other and live in harmony.
After the tea ceremony, Su Jinyun was extremely busy with a mountain of official duties in the court, though she was reluctant to leave.
His eyes were filled with longing and worry, but he could only bid a hasty farewell to Qin Qianluo.
She stepped forward, grasped Qin Qianluo's hands tightly, and whispered instructions for her to take good care of herself and to send someone to notify her immediately if anything happened.
Qin Qianlu nodded slightly, her eyes also filled with reluctance, and softly replied, telling her to go ahead and do her work without worry.
The two held hands tightly for a long time before letting go. Su Jinyun looked at Qin Qianluo deeply one last time before turning and leaving. Her steps were hurried, and her figure gradually disappeared outside the door.
Qin Qianluo moved to the pavilion in the garden. All around the pavilion, flowers were in full bloom, red, pink and purple flowers were blooming in competition, vying for beauty and emitting a rich fragrance.
Butterflies fluttered among the flowers, sometimes landing lightly on the stamens, and sometimes taking flight.
Occasionally, one or two birds would fly into the pavilion, circling around Qin Qianluo gracefully, as if attracted by her beauty.
A cup of tea sits on the stone table, its steam rising gently, and its delicate aroma slowly permeating the air.
Intertwined with the fragrance of surrounding flowers, it is refreshing and intoxicating.
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