Inside the hunting camp, the soldiers packed their gear in an orderly fashion, occasionally letting out lighthearted laughter, as if they were reminiscing about the various amusing incidents during the spring search.
The firewood in the campfire was still crackling and burning, and the sparks that flew up were like shooting stars that flashed across the night sky for a short time before disappearing into the air.
The burning flames reflected on people's faces, casting warm and vibrant light and shadow.
In this peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, a sudden burst of rapid and dense hoofbeats came from afar, like the beating of war drums, breaking the original calm.
A fast horse, like a wild horse, galloped toward the royal hunting grounds.
The horse's mane flew wildly in the wind, its hooves thrashed about, dust billowed, and a long yellow dragon rose behind it as it rolled forward.
The messenger on horseback was dressed in specially made urgent uniforms, his expression hurried and solemn, clutching an urgent letter tightly in his hand as if it were a matter of life and death.
He galloped on his horse without daring to stop for a moment, heading straight for the emperor's tent.
At this moment, the Emperor was sitting upright in his tent, surrounded by several important officials, discussing matters related to the conclusion of the spring search.
The atmosphere inside the tent was harmonious, with the sounds of conversation mingling together and occasional bursts of hearty laughter.
However, the messenger's sudden intrusion shattered this harmony.
The messenger knelt on one knee, his voice loud yet tinged with tension and urgency: "Your Majesty, an urgent secret letter!"
The emperor's relaxed expression faltered slightly, a hint of alarm flashed in his eyes, and a strong sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
He quickly reached out and took the letter from the messenger, eagerly unfolding it and scanning the paper with lightning speed.
As the emperor read on, his expression grew increasingly grave, like the sky before a storm, overcast with dark clouds.
His once bright eyes now seemed shrouded in a thick haze, a deep and heavy worry flashing within them.
His gaze seemed to be instantly drawn into an endless vortex of darkness, filled with indescribable worry and heaviness, as if it carried the fate of the entire nation.
After reading the letter, he slowly raised his eyes, as if he had used up all his strength.
His gaze pierced through layers of tents and bustling crowds, as if penetrating through layers of mist, and fixedly looked in the direction where Qin Qianluo was.
That gaze seemed to contain a thousand words, worries, contemplation, and even more complex emotions that were difficult to express.
At that moment, it was as if the whole world was only focused on Qin Qianluo's direction, as if she was inextricably linked to this sudden change.
The Empress sat quietly beside the Emperor, her bright, watery eyes constantly watching his every move.
Upon seeing the Emperor's sudden and drastic change, the Empress's heart clenched, as if struck by a sharp icy arrow.
An unprecedented sense of unease surged into my heart like a tidal wave, and my heart skipped a beat.
She knew that something that could move the emperor so deeply must be a major event concerning the fate of the nation, and certainly not an ordinary trivial matter.
The Queen took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, but her trembling fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her dress, betraying her inner tension.
Then, she leaned slightly closer to the Emperor, a gentle and concerned smile quickly appearing on her face.
That smile was like the gentlest breeze in spring, trying to lightly dispel the gloom that had settled in the emperor's heart.
In her gentle, melodious voice, like a babbling brook, and with a hint of caution, she asked softly, "Your Majesty, what has happened?"
Although her voice was soft, it could not hide her deep worry and concern, as if these few words carried her endless concern for the emperor and the fate of the country.
As soon as Xiao Wanxi finished speaking, a chilling cold, like the biting wind of the dead of winter, suddenly surged from the deepest part of her heart.
With lightning speed, it spread to her entire body in an instant.
In that instant, she felt as if she were in an ice cellar, every inch of her skin frozen by the sudden tension and fear.
Her gaze was fixed on the Emperor's eyes, her eyes filled with panic and confusion, like a lone boat lost in the dark night.
In this deep, abyss-like ocean of eyes, I desperately searched for even the slightest glimmer of hope that could calm me down.
She struggled to suppress the overwhelming fear within her, trying to ignore the strong smell of blood emanating from the letter that had been delivered by fast horse.
The pungent smell, like a sharp steel knife, mercilessly pierced through layers of air, drilling straight into her nasal cavity, causing her stomach to churn and making her feel nauseous.
One corner of the letter was already mottled beyond recognition, and dried bloodstains had congealed into dark scabs.
Like the hideous claw marks of a demon, or the silent witness to a tragic massacre, they seem to be telling the world about that inhuman hell on earth.
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