It must originate from a system hidden in the darkness, full of mysterious power.
However, the cruel and shocking truth shattered her assumptions like a heavy hammer blow—Yu Ying was merely a victim of fate's bizarre arrangement.
By sheer chance, she obtained a strange stone that seemed to have an inextricable connection with Feng Qingyun.
When Su Jinyun heard the news that Yu Ying had passed away, she was suddenly filled with mixed feelings.
It was as if an invisible hand had stuffed all the complex emotions of the world into her heart.
In that instant, countless emotions—bitter, helpless, or pitying—surged wildly in her heart like a raging undercurrent.
Her thoughts drifted into the distance, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind, and she fell into deep contemplation.
She pondered to herself that Yu Ying had already lost all hope at that time, completely shrouded in the shadow of despair, and was determined to die.
Perhaps it was this acceptance of death that allowed her to face herself with such equanimity.
In the end, a sliver of human kindness remained, and he did not kill the person, cruelly placing himself in a hopeless situation.
As she continued to unravel the mystery and delve deeper into the matter, Su Jinyun became increasingly certain that the person who had abducted her was most likely not the seemingly innocent Yu Ying.
Rather, it was the mysterious figure Yu Ying spoke of, who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient legend.
The mysterious being who died and came back to life, and then inexplicably transformed into the master of the Fifth Prince Ning Chenxing.
The appearance of this mysterious figure was like a strange lightning bolt piercing the darkness, instantly making the already perplexing situation even more chaotic.
Su Jinyun's brows furrowed tightly, like a locked mountain peak, as she fell into deep thought.
This mysterious figure is like a thick, impenetrable fog, shrouded in numerous perplexing mysteries.
She couldn't help but wonder what kind of rare and extraordinary treasure this person possessed that could turn the world upside down and rewrite the trajectory of fate.
And what kind of miraculous, ingenious, and utterly unbelievable methods did they employ to reach the heavens?
Only then could he so easily, swiftly, and seemingly across time and space take him from the bustling, noisy capital city.
In an instant, they crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to arrive at the border of this remote and little-known country of Jizi?
Moreover, this is just the tip of the iceberg among many bizarre events. How did this person manage to remain silent and unknown?
He transformed into the incomparably noble and powerful Fifth Prince, even breaking the ironclad law of life and death and achieving a miracle of resurrection that seemed like a myth.
This series of events, seemingly straight out of a fairy tale, wove her thoughts together like countless strong threads, creating an impenetrable net.
It made her feel as if she were in a vast, misty forest where she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face, and every step she took was filled with the unknown and fear.
There was absolutely no clue that could unravel the mystery, and it was difficult to unravel the intricate web of events.
In this chaotic and tangled process of thinking, as if she were in a maze, Su Jinyun subconsciously spoke softly, her voice slightly confused and bewildered.
It was like a faint cry from a traveler groping in the dark: "Qianluo, based on your detailed analysis, the person who kidnapped me should not be Yuying."
This matter was most likely meticulously planned and manipulated by Ning Chenxing behind the scenes.
However, it is truly baffling what kind of miraculous, unimaginable, divinely inspired method he employed.
To be able to traverse such a vast distance of thousands of miles with such incredible speed, as if accomplishing this seemingly impossible feat in the blink of an eye.
Her eyes revealed deep doubt and confusion, like bewildered stars twinkling in the deep night sky.
Su Jinyun subconsciously raised her fair wrist, the movement slow and elegant, like a willow branch swaying gently in a breeze.
Her fingers, slender as scallions, gently touched the cuffs of her sleeves, slowly gathering them up. The sleeves, as smooth as light clouds, glided across her fingertips, bringing a delicate, tactile sensation.
In that unintentional movement, her eyes suddenly lit up, like a candle flame suddenly lit in the darkness, and her expression instantly became focused and urgent.
Without hesitation, she reached into her sleeve, her movements swift yet cautious, like a treasure hunter searching for a hidden gem, afraid of missing any clue.
A moment later, she gracefully withdrew her hand from her sleeve, and in her hand she held a brocade box.
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