They hoped that Qin Qianluo could use her exceptional wisdom and mysterious methods to bring a turning point to the case and rescue the kidnapped people as soon as possible.
Although Su Jinyun understood that the people's actions were perhaps motivated by concern for the safety of the people in the capital, and not by malice.
But their roundabout and painstaking schemes against Qin Qianluo still stung her heart like needles.
To her, Qin Qianluo was not only an intimate lover, but also a blood relative. How could she allow others to set a trap for Qin Qianluo like this?
She tilted her head slightly and sighed softly. The sigh was like a mournful melody, drifting in the air, full of helplessness and dissatisfaction.
In the end, she suppressed the urge to speak out and rebuke them.
He silently made a mental note of the names of the group, while his mind began to ponder their actions.
After this storm has subsided, we should find a suitable opportunity and, in a subtle way, give them a good talking-to.
In her view, if one truly cares about the people and desires to resolve this thorny case as soon as possible, then it is a good thing.
He could openly and honestly confide his predicament to Qin Qianluo and sincerely seek her help.
Why go through all this trouble to set up such a roundabout and complicated game?
This not only makes them appear cunning and dishonest, but also could very well lead the unsuspecting Qin Qianluo into unnecessary trouble and predicaments without her knowledge.
From any perspective of reason or emotion, she found it difficult to agree with this approach, and she felt deeply dissatisfied and disappointed with their behavior.
Every detail, every word, was like a sharp arrow, precisely hitting Qin Qianluo's ears.
When the shocking news—more than a dozen people had mysteriously disappeared right under the emperor's nose—entered her ears word by word.
Qin Qianluo's face, which was usually as calm as a clear spring, was suddenly shrouded in a heavy, oppressive gloom, as if covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.
Her brows furrowed involuntarily, and her originally beautiful eyebrows, which were like willow leaves in spring, now resembled two towering mountains about to crash together.
Deeply etched within every tiny crease was the surging worry and concern in her heart.
This concern stems not only from worries about the fate of the missing people, but also from anxieties about the complex situation behind the security situation in the capital.
After Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi hurriedly returned to their respective positions, filled with fear and unease, Qin Qianluo maintained her usual composure and calmness on the surface.
Like a tranquil iceberg, it is difficult to discern the turbulent emotions within her calm exterior.
Her gaze swept over everyone in the court, seemingly casually.
His eyes were calm and deep, like a bottomless pool, making it impossible to fathom the thoughts hidden within.
However, beneath this calm exterior, her heart was in turmoil, with all sorts of thoughts and speculations surging like a tidal wave.
At that moment, she lowered her head slightly without making a sound, her slender, white fingers, as white as mutton fat jade, gently smoothing the edge of her sleeve.
She appeared to be focused on tidying her clothes, but then she called out to Feng Qingyun urgently and softly in her heart, her voice trembling slightly.
As if carrying countless expectations and anxieties, "Rainbow Dash, where did all those people who mysteriously disappeared without warning go?"
Beneath the seemingly peaceful surface of the capital, are there truly heinous and inhuman human traffickers wreaking havoc in the shadows?
At this moment, her heart was shrouded in a thick fog, filled with endless doubts, deep worries, and a strong desire for the truth.
At this moment, she was like a lonely traveler struggling to find her way in a dark abyss, desperately hoping to get an answer from Feng Qingyun.
That answer was like a ray of dawn in the darkness; only by grasping it tightly could she unravel these mysteries and restore peace and tranquility to the capital.
Feng Qingyun's lively and playful voice was like a bird singing joyfully in the forest in spring.
A clear, melodious voice rang in Qin Qianluo's heart: "Luo Bao, don't rush, wait a moment, I'll check right away."
The words had barely left her lips when, like a gentle breeze, they vanished silently into the still void, disappearing without a trace.
Qin Qianluo was left alone, anxiously and expectantly awaiting the answer, her heart hanging in suspense.
At this moment, Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi, standing in the imperial court, maintained their composure and dignified demeanor as subjects.
However, in a moment that went unnoticed by others, they exchanged a glance.
This brief exchange of glances was like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm surface of a lake; a complex and unreadable expression flashed in both of their eyes.
His expression revealed both the exhaustion from working tirelessly on the case for days and the fear of being reprimanded by the emperor.
Deep within these many emotions lies a faint hope that things will take a turn for the better.
Immediately afterwards, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from their hearts, they both let out a long, soft sigh of relief.
Recalling the furious scolding they had just received from the Emperor, they were still shaken, but now they felt that the scolding might not have been entirely in vain.
Mentioning this bizarre and almost absurd case of missing people, their brows furrowed again, like two mountain peaks about to merge, etched with worry and helplessness.
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