A moment later, a bright red blood, like a red plum blossom blooming on the pure white snow, slowly oozed from the corner of her mouth.
The scene was shocking, as if it were a cruel mockery of her tragic life by fate, or as if it were drawing a cruel yet magnificent end to her life.
At this moment, Yu Xiang seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream and remembered something, and slowly stretched out her hand.
The hand, like a withered tree branch, was dry and fragile, trembling slightly in the air as it reached into his robes.
Her movements were slow and weak, as if each movement had exhausted the last bit of strength in her body.
Every movement seemed so difficult, as if time itself stood still for her struggle.
Finally, she took out the brocade box containing the black stone from her bosom. The box swayed slightly in her hand, as if it could sense the weakness and despair of its owner.
She tremblingly handed the brocade box to Qin Qianluo, her eyes filled with a hint of expectation and a hint of pleading.
It was as if this brocade box carried her last hope and her last attachment to this world.
Upon seeing this, Qin Qianlu hesitated for a moment.
She looked at the brocade box, as if she could sense through it that it held a secret unknown to others.
The secret seemed to be drawn to her by an invisible force, making her both curious and afraid.
The brocade box in Yu Ying's trembling hands was like a mysterious Pandora's box, waiting for her to open it.
Finally, she slowly reached out her hand, which paused in mid-air as if making a final struggle, her heart torn between reason and emotion.
Then, as if she had made up her mind, she steadily accepted the brocade box.
Yu Ying breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw that Qin Qianluo had caught the brocade box steadily.
It was as if I had accomplished the last important thing in my life, and as if I had entrusted my soul to this brocade box.
She spoke again, her voice as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.
But he tried to speak clearly: "What is hidden in this brocade box is some nameless, stubborn stone from who-knows-where."
Your Highness possesses rare and precious treasures, yet you have still allowed me to survive until now; this treasure must be of some kind.
Now I offer it to Your Highness. If you do not reject it, I hope that when I pass away, I will be there for you.
"Your Highness, by remembering the sentiments this stubborn stone holds for you and granting it a quiet burial place, can be considered to have fulfilled my final wish."
Qin Qianluo's expression was solemn, and she nodded slightly. This seemingly simple action seemed to carry a tremendous weight.
Her eyes held a complex and unreadable emotion, a mixture of worry and感慨.
At this moment, her heart was like a lake in a storm, churning with waves and a flood of emotions.
But his throat felt as if it were bound by invisible ropes, with a thousand words stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to begin.
Her gaze shifted to Yu Ying, the excruciating pain of the poison acting up like a surging undercurrent, relentlessly assaulting her consciousness.
Her eyes grew increasingly unfocused, her once clear gaze now replaced by confusion, as if she were shrouded in mist, teetering on the verge of collapse.
However, even though she was tormented by this pain, her will remained as strong as steel.
With this indomitable spirit, he struggled to support his collapsing body and slowly sat down, inch by inch.
The process was slow and difficult; every inch she moved seemed to drain her already dwindling strength.
Like an aging warrior, he held fast to his position even in the final moments of his life.
After settling down, Yu Ying tilted her head slightly, her empty eyes gazing into the distance, as if conversing with the distant void.
Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured softly, her voice weak yet carrying a solemnity and resolve born of a life lived through many hardships.
Like the sound of an ancient bell, it echoed in the air: "Your Highness, Qianxi once mentioned to me that within Chengxiao territory, everyone can see what Your Highness is thinking."
This secrecy is both a stroke of luck and a hidden strength.
"I urge Your Highness to be more mindful of your actions in the future, lest someone with ulterior motives follow the tendrils of these thoughts, lest they ruin your future and jeopardize this land."
When Qin Qianluo first heard this earth-shattering news, it was as if a sharp lightning bolt had struck down from the heavens, hitting her directly in the heart.
It caused him to shake violently, as if struck by lightning.
She, who was always calm and composed, was now completely devoid of her usual composure, which remained unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before her.
His eyes widened instantly, filled with a complex expression of shock and disbelief, as if he had witnessed the most incredible sight in the world.
How could everyone in Chengxiao hear her thoughts? Such an absurd and unimaginable thing, what kind of strange and unpredictable reason could have caused it?
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