However, the thought of her reckless behavior in front of Qin Qianluo still haunted her, as if it were a nightmare that might devour her again at any moment.
To act so recklessly and without restraint on someone else's territory is utterly foolish, like a blindfolded brute running wildly, completely oblivious to the abyss ahead.
She could almost see endless darkness and despair beneath that abyss.
Upon reflection, Qin Qianluo did not make things difficult for him, did not detain him, and did not even say a harsh word to him, which is already considered extremely kind and generous.
Like the warm sun in winter, it brought warmth and comfort, allowing her to feel a rare kindness in this unfamiliar and dangerous place.
If it were someone else who was narrow-minded and vindictive, they would probably be dead already.
Beneath those cold swords, her life ended, turning into a handful of yellow earth, forever disappearing from this world, like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky.
Despite her relief, Xinghua still felt a heavy weight on her mind, unable to put her mind at ease.
She knew Qin Qianluo's identity and status well; she was a person standing at the pinnacle of power, whose methods and wisdom were unfathomable.
So, her expression became as serious as if she were facing a life-or-death decision, her eyes filled with worry and concern as she stared intently at Luanxiu.
His gaze seemed to etch every word into Luanxiu's heart.
She repeatedly warned her, her tone resolute and unwavering: "Princess Luanxiu, you must never provoke Prince Jinrui Zhao."
We must not let momentary impulses bring utter destruction upon ourselves and the Miao region. Our Miao region is already in a precarious situation, like a candle flickering in the wind; it cannot withstand any further turmoil.
Luanxiu is innocent and carefree by nature, like a flower blooming in spring, pure and beautiful. Every smile of hers seems to dispel the gloom of the world and bring joy to people's hearts.
Her eyes were like clear lake water, reflecting the beauty of the world, without a trace of impurity.
But she was not stupid; she had just been carefully protected and kept in seclusion by Pan Wei, who cherished her like a precious jewel.
Like delicate flowers in a greenhouse, they have never experienced the storms of the outside world, and are therefore ignorant of the ways of the world.
Her personality is extremely likable, though she can be a little willful at times, much like a willow branch swaying gently in a breeze, with a touch of playfulness and liveliness, giving people a unique sense of freshness.
That capriciousness wasn't unreasonable; rather, it was like a spice in life, adding a touch of fun to ordinary days.
However, she never caused any major trouble, only had a slightly spoiled temper.
Like the slight sourness in sugar, it is not unpleasant at all; on the contrary, it adds to her cuteness and innocence.
Every little movement and every little expression of hers seems to possess an innate charm that makes people want to get close to her.
Perhaps this is why Luanxiu has always been favored by Panwei.
After all, Pan Wei had many children, and among them, if any of them were too arrogant and domineering, or acted eccentrically...
Like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins, it acts recklessly and willfully, and naturally it is difficult to catch Pan Wei's eye.
A clever and obedient girl like Luanxiu, who occasionally throws a little tantrum but is still adorable, would win anyone's heart.
She seemed like a precious gift from heaven, making people want to cherish and protect her, holding her in their hands and protecting her from any harm.
This matter was like an autumn leaf that quietly drifted away, leaving no trace, and was tacitly placed in a secluded corner of the memory by both Miao Jiang and Cheng Xiao.
It's as if the torrent of time gently swept away and buried it deep, like a past that was deliberately forgotten.
Everyone tacitly stopped mentioning it, as if it had never caused even the slightest ripple in this unpredictable situation.
Pan Wei, standing in the bustling and prosperous capital city of Chengxiao, felt as if he had stepped into a mysterious palace full of dreamlike treasures.
Every day, he strolls leisurely through the streets and alleys, as if exploring an endless treasure trove, with a dazzling array of novel objects in sight.
These objects are either exquisitely crafted with masterful skill, or simple and elegant, exuding a rich and mellow charm accumulated over time.
Each one showcases the long-standing cultural heritage and unparalleled craftsmanship of Chengxiao.
This capital city is like a dazzling pearl, with every inch of its land exuding an aura of wealth and prosperity.
The sights left the king from Miao territory breathless, his heart surging with awe.
One day, Pan Wei inadvertently turned into an ordinary alley.
An unassuming yet unique seed stall suddenly shone into his field of vision like a ray of light.
On the stall, the seeds of various shapes and colors are like scattered stars on earth.
Under the gentle caress of the bright sunlight, it shimmers with a mysterious and alluring luster.
They are either small and exquisite, as delicate as a grain of rice; or full and round, as lustrous as a pearl; or have unique textures, as if they contain the mysterious codes of nature.
Each seed is like a sleeping miracle of life, carrying endless hope and possibility, like a spirit waiting to be awakened.
They just need to take root and sprout in suitable soil, and bloom into a splendid flower of life.
This miraculous scene was like a delicate and gentle key, instantly unlocking the long-closed door of hope and longing in Pan Wei's heart.
A strong urge surged through him like a tidal wave, making him eager to buy some seeds to take back to Miao territory.
To sow new life and vitality in that distant and vast land.
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