Ning Yuancheng sat alone in the armchair in the study, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.
A dark, torrential downpour began, seemingly poised to unleash a devastating thunderbolt at any moment.
He had just heard some bad news: those he had secretly imprisoned in the secret chamber of Linglong Pavilion had been successfully rescued without anyone noticing.
This sudden turn of events instantly stirred up a storm in his previously calm heart.
Upon learning of this, his eyes widened in anger, revealing a hint of ruthlessness and determination, and he immediately became like an enraged lion.
A large number of well-trained subordinates were quickly dispatched, and these people poured out of the Crown Prince's residence like a tide, scattering in all directions.
A thorough search was launched throughout the streets and alleys, and every nook and cranny of the capital.
They were like a pack of keen-nosed hounds, not letting go of any suspicious clues. However, despite their best efforts, they were like searching for a needle in a haystack, completely clueless.
Every corner was thoroughly searched, and every possible suspect was interrogated, but the result was still nothing.
There is no way of knowing who this person is who planned and carried out this thrilling operation with such ingenuity.
Ning Yuancheng instinctively pointed his suspicions at Qin Qianluo. In his mind, Qin Qianluo was not only exceptionally intelligent, but also had close ties with those who were imprisoned.
They have both the ability and the motivation to rescue them.
However, after observing them secretly for a long time, he discovered that Qin Qianluo and the others were still anxiously searching for their families in the streets and alleys of the capital.
They looked flustered, walked hurriedly, and never stopped moving for a moment. On the surface, there was nothing unusual about them.
This made his doubts snowball. Could it be that someone else was taking advantage of his carelessness?
He abducted those hostages who were of vital importance to him as if they were ghosts.
His brows were furrowed tightly, like a troubled mountain peak, and he was lost in deep thought.
His eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness and resentment. He paced back and forth in the room like a trapped beast, his thoughts tangled and intertwined like a jumbled mess.
He kept thinking about various possibilities, trying to find the mysterious opponent hiding in the shadows and uncover the many mysteries behind it.
Just as this silent and oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on people's hearts like a heavy lead weight.
A clear and melodious silver bell sound, like a string of lively and leaping notes, suddenly rang out outside the study.
The ringing of the bell broke the silence, as if injecting a unique atmosphere into the dull space, like a dazzling pearl thrown into a dark abyss.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bells, a graceful woman entered with light steps, like willow catkins dancing in the spring breeze.
Every step she took seemed meticulously crafted, light and elegant, like a willow swaying in the breeze.
Every movement exudes a captivating charm, giving off a delicate and pitiful beauty.
Her face was as beautiful as the most delicate flower blooming in spring, and her exquisite features seemed to have been carefully drawn by the heavens with the most delicate brushstrokes in the world.
Every line is perfectly placed, so beautiful that it's impossible to look away.
Those curved eyebrows, like newly blossoming willow leaves in early spring, are slender and graceful.
Those bright eyes, like twinkling stars in the night sky, were clear and lively.
Beneath her high, straight nose was a small, luscious mouth, as delicate as a cherry, seemingly containing endless tenderness.
If someone were to get closer and examine her closely, they would be surprised to find that this woman's features bear a striking resemblance to those of Qin Qianluo.
Those similar eyebrow shapes, those slightly stubborn eyes, seem to be subtle marks left by fate unintentionally.
If Qin Qianluo didn't have no children to this day, anyone would probably mistakenly believe that this woman was her biological daughter.
It was as if the threads of fate had inadvertently intertwined their appearances, making one marvel at the wonder of destiny.
The woman slowly walked up to Ning Yuancheng, squatted down slightly, and gave a graceful bow.
Her movements were light and graceful, as if she were performing a beautiful dance, with every posture showing gentleness and poise.
When she slowly raised her eyes, those once clear eyes were now filled with reverence.
It was as if Ning Yuancheng was the supreme god in her heart, the only faith in her life.
Her eyes revealed an almost obsessive adoration, as if Ning Yuancheng's every move could tug at her heartstrings.
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