Those rewards, whether rare treasures or precious titles, seemed to be a favor to her, but in reality, they concealed endless mysteries.
Now, when she connects these phenomena with the astonishing fact that the emperor and his officials can hear her thoughts.
It was as if a dazzling light had pierced through the thick fog in an instant, and everything became clear and logical, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that had been rearranged.
It turns out that the Emperor's change in attitude towards her stemmed from hearing her inner thoughts and realizing that she had no ulterior motives.
Only then did he lower his guard and give her what appeared to be a generous reward.
However, even after figuring out the reason, Qin Qianluo's embarrassment did not lessen in the slightest.
Instead, it grew stronger and stronger, like fermenting dough, almost threatening to engulf her entirely, after all, she had once criticized so many people in her heart without any restraint.
Those civil and military officials in the imperial court were all people who had struggled and weathered countless storms in the power center. Self-esteem and face were as important to them as life itself.
She so openly and unrestrainedly judged them in her mind, even making some sarcastic and bitter remarks, yet they still tolerated her and did not harbor any thoughts of assassination.
Qin Qianlu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing how incredibly lucky she was.
As if blessed by the god of fate, they have survived to this day in this perilous court, walking on thin ice.
As Qin Qianluo was immersed in boundless, tangled thoughts, as if she were in a turbulent ocean of emotions, being relentlessly assaulted by all sorts of ideas.
The tranquil surroundings were suddenly broken by a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps approaching from afar.
The footsteps sounded like a dense and urgent drumbeat, striking the air in waves.
Each sound struck Qin Qianluo's already anxious and tense heart like a taut string.
Yao Guang, with her agile and upright figure, was like a black gust of wind, leading her group of subordinates swiftly and urgently to the outside of the thatched hut.
Her sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, pierced through the half-open door and landed on Yu Ying on the wooden bed inside.
Yao Guang's steps suddenly stopped, as if time had frozen, and she stood there stunned for a moment.
A fleeting, extremely complex emotion flashed in her eyes; the surprise was like a dazzling firework suddenly bursting in the night sky, brilliant yet short-lived.
It was fleeting, then replaced by a deep and indescribable feeling.
Hearing the noise, Qin Qianluo slightly raised her head. Her gaze fell upon Yao Guang's figure, as if she had been suddenly awakened from a chaotic and confusing dream by a thunderbolt.
As if waking from a dream, she hurriedly pulled her thoughts, which had been drifting away like a wild horse, back to reality.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions surging within her, and did her best to regain her composure.
However, her slightly trembling hands betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
Then, her expression turned solemn, and her face carried an undeniable air of authority.
With a firm tone, he instructed Yaoguang to arrange manpower to ensure that Yuying was buried in the most proper and thorough manner.
As soon as she finished speaking, she led Ling Wei, Mo Chen, and Xuan Mei into the space with hurried and slightly flustered steps.
This action, seemingly decisive and resolute, actually concealed a desire to escape to some extent.
After all, among everyone present, apart from Yao Guang, everyone else held Chengxiao household registration.
The thought that they might have already heard her unreserved, unrestrained thoughts made Qin Qianlu feel her face burning.
I was so embarrassed that I wished I could find a deep, dark hole to crawl into right now, and I really didn't know what expression or posture to adopt to face their scrutinizing gaze.
At this moment, using the excuse of checking Su Jinyun's health to temporarily avoid the situation seemed to be the only and best option she could make.
Of course, her concern for Su Jinyun was not just an excuse, but a heartfelt, genuine, and burning concern.
During the long and agonizing time when Su Jinyun was kidnapped, every minute and every second was like a needle piercing Qin Qianluo's heart.
What exactly did Su Jinyun encounter during this time? Was she cruelly tortured? Did she endure unspeakable pain?
These unknowns weighed on Qin Qianluo's heart like heavy stones, layer upon layer, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
If someone were to secretly plant a highly toxic substance in her body, or if she were to harbor a treacherous and insidious Gu worm, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Just thinking about it made Qin Qianluo feel as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart tightly, causing her unbearable pain.
Only after a thorough and meticulous examination of Su Jinyun could Qin Qianluo's heart, which had been hanging in her throat, finally settle down and return to its original place.
Qin Qianluo led the three of them hurriedly toward the room where Su Jinyun was being settled, their steps quick and disordered, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing them from behind.
The moment she stepped into the room, her gaze was drawn to Su Jinyun's peaceful, sleeping figure as if by a magnet.
Su Jinyun lay quietly on the bed, like a delicate flower trembling in the night wind, so helpless and so pitiful.
This scene intensified Qin Qianluo's worries like a surging tide, instantly washing away all other thoughts.
At this moment, Su Jinyun's safety was the only thing on her mind, as if the whole world had become just this one crucial matter.
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