Could it be that this seemingly accidental act, which actually contained the capriciousness of fate, led to a critical moment of life and death?
They barely managed to preserve the precarious, flickering hope of Miao territory.
As her thoughts raced wildly through her mind like a runaway horse, spreading uncontrollably, Xinghua felt an increasing chill in her heart.
It was as if the entire world had been covered by an indestructible layer of ice and snow in that instant.
She was all alone, helplessly in this desolate, icy wasteland, surrounded by endless cold and loneliness.
At this moment, as she once again cast her gaze, filled with complex emotions, onto the Prince Zhao, Qin Qianluo, opposite her.
It felt as if the other person had been instantly enveloped by a mysterious and chilling shadow.
That face, which she had always remembered as gentle, kind, and warm, now seemed so unfamiliar and terrifying.
Every subtle change in expression seemed to conceal unfathomable, intricate thoughts, like an abyss hidden in the mist, chilling to the bone.
It was as if the slightest misstep would plunge one into an abyss of darkness from which there is no return, and result in utter destruction.
Recalling their journey from the distant, mysterious, and fantastical Miao region, they traversed mountains and valleys, overcoming countless hardships and dangers before finally arriving in Chengxiao.
As I passed through every county in Chengxiao Kingdom, whether it was a bustling town or a peaceful village, what I heard was...
All of them were overwhelming and surging praises for King Jinrui Zhao.
Every word was meticulously crafted to depict a warm, kind, and gentle person, like the spring sunshine.
Every description seems to portray King Jinrui Zhao as a pure, innocent, and naive little white flower, untouched by the world.
It exudes a pure and harmless aura, as if it can dispel all the gloom and darkness in the world.
It is precisely because of this that, under the strong influence of such overwhelming and incessant positive impressions, she inexplicably became so audacious and reckless.
Harboring a sliver of almost naive wishful thinking, they resolutely and without hesitation came to beg the other party for help in refining the Golden Silkworm Gu.
Unexpectedly, he found himself being misled by appearances, much like the blind men touching an elephant.
They overlooked a crucial and indispensable fact—Qin Qianluo is first and foremost a prince of Chengxiao Kingdom.
From birth, it has shouldered the sacred mission and heavy responsibility of protecting and strengthening Chengxiao.
The kindness and compassion she showed to her country's people stemmed from her deep, selfless love and care for her subjects.
And I am nothing more than an outsider from a foreign land, living in the Miao region.
How could we naively hope that the other party would only be interested in a few precious but insignificant spirit gu poisons in the face of national interests?
Why would they extend a helping hand without hesitation or reservation, offering generous and selfless assistance without expecting anything in return?
Thinking back to when I first stepped into this seemingly warm and peaceful, but actually mysterious, room, I realized how reckless, ignorant, and audacious I had been in demanding that the other party dismiss the servants.
Xinghua's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible yet powerful hand.
Then, it trembled violently again involuntarily, like a fragile heart about to stop beating, making its last struggle driven by fear.
King Jinrui Zhao did indeed possess a gentleness that was as refreshing as a spring breeze; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so good-tempered, patient, and kind in informing her just now.
The room was filled with her trusted confidants, so she didn't need to worry about anything.
If I were in that situation, I probably would have made the request without hesitation or thought the moment the other person made it.
He could simply have his subordinates throw him out with overwhelming force, without any hesitation or doubt, and without a shred of pity or sympathy.
Thinking this, Xinghua felt a chill, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, rushing from the soles of her feet straight to her heart, as if it were freezing her soul.
Driven by this overwhelming and uncontrollable fear, her body involuntarily trembled slightly.
The trembling, though small, seemed to carry a deep-seated despair and helplessness, like a leaf shivering in a storm, fragile and powerless.
The silver bells she wore jingled melodiously with the subtle yet intense trembling.
The sound, on ordinary days, is like a clear, cheerful, flowing spring in the mountains.
Along the winding stone path, laughter and cheerful songs filled the air, creating a delightful and pleasant atmosphere.
It seems to dispel all the troubles and gloom of the world, allowing the weary soul to find a moment of peace and comfort.
Yet at this moment, in this atmosphere filled with unknown fears and suffocating tension, it seemed like a summoning bell from the underworld.
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