Then, he turned around hastily and walked out of the tent with quick but steady steps.
His figure paused briefly at the tent entrance, he took a deep breath, tried to calm his fluctuating emotions, and straightened his neat but slightly heavy robes.
He quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, like a black shadow, to complete the important mission entrusted to him by the emperor.
Upon hearing the order, all the ministers felt a sudden tightness in their hearts, and an ominous premonition quickly enveloped their minds like a dark cloud.
They knew in their hearts that for the emperor to summon everyone so urgently, there must have been a major event concerning the life and death of the country.
Therefore, they dared not delay for the slightest and put down the prey they were processing.
Their steps were hurried and flustered; some didn't even have time to straighten their official hats, running all the way with solemn expressions and deep worry and anxiety in their eyes.
Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun were also among the hurried crowd.
They keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere around them, as if a sense of oppression and tension permeated the air, like the dullness and oppression before a storm.
This strange feeling made their hearts beat faster involuntarily, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their hearts.
A strong sense of unease welled up in Qin Qianluo's heart, and her eyes revealed a hint of panic, like a frightened fawn.
Su Jinyun noticed the change in Qin Qianluo's emotions and quietly reached out her hand. Her hand was fair and warm, and she gently grasped Qin Qianluo's hand.
Their fingers intertwined gently, with a slight pressure, conveying a silent comfort.
Qin Jiyuan lagged slightly behind, his tall and upright figure standing out in the crowd.
His brows were furrowed, like two intertwined mountain peaks, and his eyes revealed deep worry.
It was as if they had a premonition that what was about to happen would be incredibly difficult and could deal a heavy blow to the entire country.
As he walked, he quickly considered all the possible scenarios in his mind.
His steps were steady and firm, yet carried a subtle heaviness, as if each step bore countless worries and responsibilities.
Once all the officials had arrived, the tent fell silent, as if time itself had frozen.
You could even clearly hear everyone's rapid and heavy breathing, and the pounding of their hearts.
Everyone looked up and saw the emperor's face full of indignation and reluctance. His expression was like a statue eroded by anger and sorrow, frozen with endless pain and helplessness.
His eyes burned with furious rage, as if he wanted to incinerate the enemy who dared to offend the dignity of the nation.
And deep within those eyes lay endless unbearable sorrow and grief, as if bearing the suffering and pain of the entire nation.
This scene caused a stir of panic among the crowd, as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that surged and churned.
Qin Qianluo naturally noticed the unusual expression on the Emperor's face. Her expression instantly turned ashen, and her originally rosy lips turned slightly pale.
Her eyes held an unprecedented seriousness and focus, as if she were trying to decipher what was about to happen from the Emperor's expression.
Since the Emperor ascended the throne, she had followed him through countless occasions and witnessed his composure and majesty.
But I have never seen the Emperor show such a heartbroken and indignant expression.
A strong sense of unease welled up inside her, as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, making her feel suffocated.
Qin Qianluo felt her heart was in turmoil, as if countless little deer were running wildly inside her.
It was as if I were in a vast fog, surrounded by unknown fears, with no direction in sight.
Su Jinyun sensed Qin Qianluo's unease. She gripped Qin Qianluo's hand again, using her warm and firm strength to try to dispel the fear in Qin Qianluo's heart.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at Qin Qianluo with gentle and encouraging eyes.
Qin Qianluo turned her head slightly and glanced at Su Jinyun. Her eyes were full of dependence and trust, as if Su Jinyun was her only support in this chaotic world.
She forced a smile, a smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness, as if she were putting on a brave face to try and hide her inner fear.
But she still tried her best to hold Su Jinyun's hand back, attempting to draw some strength from Su Jinyun, and then quietly waited for the emperor to speak.
Although she was in a state of panic, she regained some composure with Su Jinyun's company.
It was as if she had grasped a lifeline in the darkness, giving her a sliver of support amidst her endless fear.
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