When Yu Ying finally finished speaking, her voice seemed to carry endless weariness and vicissitudes, gradually dissipating in the air, like the last ray of afterglow in the twilight, quietly disappearing.
Qin Qianlu straightened her body slightly, her back as straight as a javelin, exuding an innate dignity and solemnity.
It was as if the entire space trembled slightly because of her action.
Her gaze was piercing, as if it could penetrate Yu Ying's soul, staring straight at her, as if trying to see through all the secrets deep in her heart.
Then, she spoke slowly, her voice steady and powerful, echoing in the silent space like a resounding bell, each word clear and loud.
As if carrying an undeniable power: "I know that you have had a difficult life, and those deep-seated grudges have all turned into frost and snow over the years."
But with the city filled with innocent bones, the countless lives lost in the flames of war, where can they seek justice?
If you only target me, then you are a worthy adversary, and I will respect you.
But you wielded your blade against the innocent, turning the city's fireworks into a living hell. This sin cannot be easily erased by anyone.
Although I pity your past, I cannot simply sigh at the countless blood debts you have committed.
Moreover, the deep-seated hatred for the tragedy that befell his uncle and his entire family was already etched into his blood.
The fact that I can sit opposite you now and speak gently with you is merely a matter of observing proper etiquette.
I have taken note of everything you have just said. Now that things have come to this, may I ask that you return my queen?
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's resounding words, which struck her heart like a heavy hammer, Yu Ying's previously calm expression froze instantly, and she was slightly startled as if she had been electrocuted.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of maniacal laughter erupted from her chest without warning, as if trying to break free from the confines of the small hut and echo across the vast天地 (heaven and earth).
The laughter was like a raging storm, rampaging through the silent space, wild and unrestrained.
It was as if she wanted to release all the pent-up emotions deep within her heart, like a volcanic eruption, without reservation.
The laughter was tinged with endless sorrow and desolation, like the mournful cry of a lonely soul in the cold night.
Each sound was like a sharp blade carving painful marks in the oppressive air, making the surrounding atmosphere even more oppressive and heavy.
Her eyes were already stained red with complex and intense emotions, like two burning blood jades, exuding an almost insane heat.
In those eyes, there seemed to be two raging flames, burning with resentment, anger, and despair, as if they wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.
It was as if a torrent of tears was churning violently in her eyes, filled with countless grievances, pain and helplessness, as if they would burst forth like a flood at any moment.
She stared intently at Qin Qianluo, her eyes filled with an almost obsessive persistence, as if she wanted to imprint the other's image deep into her soul.
Slowly, she curled her lips into a smile, a smile like a withered flower blooming alone in the dead of winter, only to wither away in an instant.
With a touch of sorrow and a touch of determination, every curve of her face seemed to be the marks of time carved by the sharp knife of life, telling of the cruel tricks of fate.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice slightly hoarse, as if it had been polished by sand and gravel, yet she spoke clearly.
"The night is long, and I have often dreamt that if I could meet Your Highness when the first light of dawn breaks, perhaps the story would be woven into a different form by the moonlight."
It's a pity that the threads of fate never turn back, and the past has all turned into sand slipping through our fingers.
Yet, despite the thorns and brambles along the way, I have never had the slightest regret. Now, I am exhausted, both physically and mentally. This life, like a play, has finally come to its final curtain call.
In this bustling world, all the beautiful scenery is nothing but fleeting clouds to me, and I have no further attachment to it.
As I prepare to depart, there are two things I wish to tell Your Highness. I wonder if Your Highness would allow me to speak these last few words?
It was as if a stone had been thrown into Qin Qianluo's heart for no reason, and the calm lake surface suddenly rippled with subtle waves, and an indescribable unease quietly arose.
That feeling of unease, like a ghost lurking in the darkness, spread silently, lingering in my heart, yet its source remained elusive.
However, she maintained a calm and composed demeanor, like a majestic iceberg weathered by time, steady and unmoved.
He did not reveal this subtle change in his heart at all.
She nodded slightly, her movements slow and graceful, like a flower branch swaying gently in a breeze, light and just right, signaling Yu Ying to continue speaking.
Yu Ying slowly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on Qin Qianluo's face, which was as calm and still as a deep pool, and she was slightly taken aback.
It was as if I could see many complex memories of the past on this familiar yet unfamiliar face.
She took a deep breath, her breath heavy, as if she had mustered all her courage, and slowly opened her mouth.
Her voice, slightly hoarse from exhaustion, carried a deep and resolute quality born of life's trials, as if each word carried countless memories and helplessness.
It slowly drifted through the air: "Thank you for listening, Your Highness. Firstly, the Fifth Prince Ning Chenxing of Chengxiao was actually my deceased master."
He used some strange and uncanny method to be resurrected from the dead and reincarnated as a prince.
This man harbors boundless ambition and covets the entire Chengxiao Empire. Your Highness, please be extremely careful and lest his plot succeed, or the people will be plunged into misery and suffering.
Secondly, the two women beside Your Highness, Qianxi and Qian'an, are both people I planted.
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