At that time, all sorts of unfounded speculations and malicious rumors will surely come like a storm, and she will inevitably fall into a quagmire of troubles for no reason.
Caught in a vortex of public opinion, unable to defend themselves, this could even affect the reputation and future of Chengxiao Kingdom.
Looking at Xinghua's extremely tense appearance across from him, his body trembled slightly like a candle flickering in the wind.
As if it would be blown away by the terrifying gale at any moment, she couldn't help but feel a helpless amusement.
I am just an ordinary person, upholding justice and righteousness, not a bloodthirsty and tyrannical beast.
Why is Xinghua so trembling with fear, as if she is facing an impending doom?
She gently shook her head, the soft movement like a breeze brushing against willow branches, carrying a hint of helplessness and pity.
Then, she sighed softly, her voice soothing and gentle, like the gentlest breeze in spring, carrying a soothing touch.
It was like a clear mountain stream, flowing slowly through this oppressive space: "In that case, I will not insist on keeping this room full of tea fragrance."
The journey home must be tiring. Would you be so kind as to send one of my personal guards to escort me for a while? That would allow me to show some hospitality and ease my worries.”
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's suggestion, Xinghua's heart trembled as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake. Her previously composed face instantly revealed a hint of undisguised panic.
However, she quickly regained her composure and hurriedly put on a perfectly appropriate smile.
Every detail of her expression was executed with extreme precision, as she attempted to use that smile to mask her inner unease.
She bowed slightly, her words full of respect and polite refusal, her voice soft yet tinged with urgency: "How could I dare trouble Your Highness's personal bodyguard to accompany you?"
Spring is in full bloom in the capital, and the streets and alleys are full of beautiful scenery. I am about to stroll along the cobblestone streets and through the red doors to enjoy the city's rosy glow.
Your Highness need not worry; Chengxiao is peaceful and harmonious, and all is well. In that case, I shall take my leave.
Qin Qianluo sat there quietly, her gaze fixed on the departing figure of the Miao saintess, as if trying to uncover some secret from her retreating silhouette.
Until the figure gradually disappeared from sight, like a bird merging into the mist, it was impossible to find any trace of it.
Her heart was filled with doubt, and she couldn't help but frown slightly. Her two delicate eyebrows furrowed like distant mountains, and her eyes revealed her contemplation and confusion.
She looked at Yaoguang, puzzled, and said, "I was just maintaining my usual gentle and humble attitude, treating her with courtesy, and talking to her as usual."
I believe I have not overstepped any boundaries or acted in a threatening manner. My words and actions are all sincere and well-intentioned. I am not some man-eating monster or a hideous demon.
Why was this Miao holy maiden so afraid that she left in such a hurry?
His steps were hurried, as if some ferocious and terrifying creature was chasing him. It was truly perplexing.
Following Qin Qianluo's gaze, Yao Guang also turned her attention to the cubicle door that had just slowly closed. The door was heavy and silent, as if it had quietly sealed away everything that had just happened.
Her lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle and reassuring smile, a smile like the warm spring sun that could dispel the gloom in people's hearts.
She gently comforted him, "Master, there's no need to worry about this and cause yourself unnecessary trouble."
It's likely that she was naturally timid and rarely saw such grand occasions, nor had she ever experienced such close conversation with someone of such high status.
Today, facing a figure of such high status and awe-inspiring presence as a mountain, it is only natural to feel fear and act inappropriately.
Such a trivial matter is not worth taking to heart. Do not let it disturb Master's peace of mind or spoil Master's mood.
Master has always been broad-minded; why trouble yourself with such trivial matters?
Qin Qianluo's clear, bright eyes gently darted around, her lively gaze landing subtly on Yao Guang, who was earnestly comforting herself.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze like a deep pool, revealing a hint of scrutiny and amusement as she pondered to herself.
I always felt that behind Yao Guang's seemingly sincere expression, there was a hidden intention to make her happy.
She began to carefully review Yao Guang's every word and action, every subtle change in expression, and every rise and fall of her tone.
They tried to find even the slightest clue that could serve as evidence.
However, no matter how hard she racked her brains and thought about it, it was all just chasing shadows, and she couldn't find any solid evidence to confirm her guess.
She tilted her head slightly, like a playful oriole on a spring branch, her posture light and graceful.
Her eyes held a mixture of innocent playfulness and thoughtful consideration, like twinkling stars in the night sky, their brightness uncertain.
After a moment, she seemed to have finally made up her mind after weighing the pros and cons in her mind.
The corners of her lips turned up slightly, outlining a faint smile, like a flower bud quietly blooming in spring.
Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand and extended her slender, jade-like fingers, her movements gentle and soothing, and lightly pinched Yao Guang's delicate and smooth cheek.
The moment my fingertips touched it, I felt a soft and delicate touch, as if I were holding a piece of freshly formed, incredibly smooth and warm mutton fat jade.
The warmth seemed to travel from my fingertips to the depths of my heart.
Then, Qin Qianlu gently shook her head, a movement as gentle and natural as a breeze brushing against a willow tree, as if she wanted to shake all the turbulent thoughts about the Miao holy maiden out of her mind.
She turned her gaze back to the book open in front of her. The pages were slightly yellowed, like the mottled marks left by time, and exuded a faint scent of ink.
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