Feng Qingyun softly replied "Okay," her voice as gentle as a petal falling in the spring breeze, almost inaudible.
Then, she quietly fell into tranquility, like a calm lake, its surface undisturbed, but its heart rippling with subtle emotions.
She stood quietly to the side, her eyes filled with complex emotions, including deep sympathy for Ye Yunyao's plight and a sense of lament for the capriciousness of fate.
At this moment, the air seemed to be shrouded in a heavy haze, filled with a depressing and dull atmosphere, leaving only faint thoughts.
Like a faint, almost imperceptible thread, it flows quietly in the silence, tugging at the sensitive string deep within everyone's heart.
At this moment, Ye Yunyao was experiencing an emotional shock akin to a devastating earthquake, with excruciating pain almost completely engulfing her.
She felt as if she were in a vast, turbulent ocean, being mercilessly tossed up and down by the raging waves, plunging her into endless despair and pain.
Her eyes widened, her once bright and lively eyes now filled with a mixture of disbelief and pain.
Like two shattered stars, having lost their former brilliance, she simply could not accept this cruel, nightmarish reality.
She had initially cherished beautiful dreams of love and carefully selected Cheng Haoyu, whom she wholeheartedly regarded as the man she would entrust her life to.
The man who was as sacred and irreplaceable as the bright moon in her heart turned out to be a dissolute man who spent his days indulging in brothels and reveling in a life of pleasure.
His unspeakable infertility was actually caused by his unrestrained indulgence in debauchery and moral depravity.
They recklessly squandered their bodies and souls, shattering their former vows and beautiful dreams.
This truth was like a gleaming, incredibly sharp dagger, mercilessly piercing Ye Yunyao's heart.
Every word felt like a barbed hammer, relentlessly pounding against her inner defenses and shattering her heart.
She felt a wave of nausea, as if a million venomous insects were frantically biting her stomach.
The disgust in her heart was like a surging tide, crashing against her remaining rationality wave after wave.
It brought her to the brink of collapse, as if she could be overwhelmed by this endless pain at any moment.
Just then, the bell tolled for the end of the court session, its deep and resonant sound seeming to come from the distant underworld.
It carried a chilling and heavy feeling, as if it were striking directly at Ye Yunyao's already fragile and shattered heart.
The tolling of the bells echoed in the silent and empty court, each sound like a merciless pronouncement of fate, like heavy hammer blows striking her heart.
She could no longer suppress the turmoil within her, which was like a volcanic eruption, and she gagged with a "whoosh".
The voice was sharp and abrupt, sounding particularly jarring in the already somewhat noisy court.
Like a sharp blade, it mercilessly pierced through the oppressive atmosphere, drawing everyone's attention.
The emperor, who had already taken a steady and agile step, suddenly stopped upon hearing this sound, as if he had been frozen in place by a spell.
He turned his head slightly, and a complex look of helplessness and pity flashed in his deep and majestic eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brief yet profound.
He sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to carry a deep lament for the many helpless things in the world, and also seemed to be mixed with sympathy and regret for Ye Yunyao's tragic fate.
Then, he shook his head slightly, a gesture that revealed a sense of powerlessness and helplessness, as if lamenting the cruel tricks of fate.
He slowly turned around and continued walking forward with heavy, slow steps.
His back seemed to carry an indescribable heaviness and weariness, as if the weight of the entire court was pressing down on him.
Upon hearing the sound of retching, all the officials turned their gazes to Ye Yunyao.
Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, like the last snowflakes falling in winter, fragile and helpless.
Her body trembled slightly, like a withered leaf swaying precariously in the biting wind, ready to be mercilessly swept away by the gale and disappear into this cold world at any moment.
Her once straight spine was now slightly bent, as if she were bearing an unbearable weight.
Her once bright eyes were now dull and lifeless, filled with pain and confusion, like a lost fawn in a dark forest, at a loss.
Everyone felt a pang of pity and their faces showed reluctance.
However, this complicated and awkward scene left everyone speechless, unsure of what to say to comfort her.
They either frowned slightly, their furrowed brows seemingly etched with worry for Ye Yunyao; or they shook their heads gently, their movements filled with sighs for this unfortunate fate.
A heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air, as if the entire court was shrouded in a sorrowful shadow, making it hard to breathe.
In a corner out of everyone's sight, Qin Qianlu keenly noticed Ye Yunyao's discomfort.
A hint of concern flashed in her bright and intelligent eyes, like a star twinkling in the night sky, instantly illuminating the darkness.
She calmly filled a cup with spiritual spring water, her movements light and swift, each action deliberate and careful, as if afraid of disturbing others or attracting unnecessary attention.
Then, with light steps, like a gentle breeze in spring, she quietly came to Ye Yunyao.
She bent down slightly, her posture elegant and kind, and handed the cup of spiritual spring water, which carried hope and care, to Ye Yunyao.
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