It was as if everyone was in the midst of a grand game of chess where the final mystery was about to be revealed, and each person harbored their own complex thoughts.
Whether filled with worry, curiosity, or anticipation, they quietly awaited the arrival of that crucial moment that would determine their fate.
Beneath the vast and boundless sky, the once azure expanse resembled a deep and boundless ocean, and the sky was so clear that it was spotless.
In a fleeting moment, without warning, an extremely subtle and almost imperceptible distortion appeared.
On the surface of that distorted lake, which was as calm as a mirror, a tiny, fleeting ripple would occasionally appear and then quietly spread out through the folds of the air.
However, this strange sight lasted only a moment before quickly returning to its former tranquility, like a dream bubble.
It was as if they had never been there, attracting not even the slightest attention from anyone present.
Like a tiny, insignificant episode in the universe, it was quietly buried by the torrent of time, leaving no trace.
As night fell, it slowly and quietly unfolded like a soft black silk ribbon.
The entire sky resembled an ancient inkstone, meticulously crafted and refined over the years, profound and mysterious, exuding an aura of remoteness, tranquility, and awe.
A bright, jade-like moon hangs leisurely in the vast sky, like a dazzling and rare pearl.
It casts down a soft and cool light, draping everything in the world in a dreamlike silver veil, making the whole world seem as if it were in a misty fairyland.
The stars, like tiny, sparkling gems, are scattered across the sky, some bright and some dim, shining and reflecting each other.
Together, they form a magnificent and breathtaking picture.
This painting seems to have been meticulously created by nature, the great artist with its unparalleled skill, using the sky as its canvas and the stars as its paint.
It vividly displays the endless mysteries and magical charm of the universe, making people feel awe and admiration for this vast universe.
Under such a poetic and dreamlike moonlight, the Emperor and Empress were bathed in the clear, frost-like moonlight.
With a solemn and anxious expression, he hurried and rushed toward the palace.
Their figures appeared so hurried and anxious in the moonlight, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing heavily on their shoulders.
The two walked briskly, their steps firm and powerful, heading straight towards the Imperial Study.
Those hurried footsteps seemed to be engaged in a thrilling race against the wheels of fate.
Each step was taken with such force, as if to vent all the worries and anxieties in his heart through these steps.
The moment Xiao Wanxi stepped into the Imperial Study, her gaze was instantly drawn to Ning Yuancheng, who was sitting on the soft couch, like a magnet.
In an instant, endless sorrow, heartache, and despair welled up in her eyes, and her already slightly reddened eyes now resembled a dam bursting.
Another layer of crystal-clear tears, shimmering with sorrowful light, welled up, just like dewdrops gathering on delicate flower petals in the early morning.
Bathed in the flickering candlelight, it shimmered with a heartbreaking glow, teetering on the brink of collapse, as if it might slip down her increasingly pale cheeks at any moment.
The emperor's face was as gloomy as the thick, oppressive clouds before a storm.
His brows were tightly furrowed, as if they were etched with deep furrows, each furrow seemingly bearing endless worries and heartache.
Unable to conceal the complex emotions surging within him like a raging torrent, his pained expression made it seem as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.
They rushed to the soft couch, their steps hurried and flustered, and saw Ning Yuancheng lying there lifeless and still.
It felt as if an incredibly sharp, icy thorn had pierced my heart, and a piercing, excruciating pain spread rapidly throughout my body like a surging electric current.
The pain felt as if it were tearing their souls into countless pieces, making it almost unbearable for them to withstand this heavy blow.
When Qin Qianluo and the others saw the Emperor and Empress rushing over, they all bowed respectfully and solemnly, their movements uniform and dignified, showing their respect and reverence for the Emperor and Empress.
After the ceremony, they tacitly and slowly retreated to the side, like a group of quiet and loyal guardians, giving the emperor and empress enough space.
Let them immerse themselves in this atmosphere of grief, and do not disturb their sorrow and concern at this moment.
They stood quietly to the side, their eyes revealing a hint of worry and helplessness, as if silently sighing at this sudden change.
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