Every time Yu Ying spoke, she was always humble and respectful. Her soft "this humble servant" seemed to carry the vicissitudes and helplessness of the years.
Every time she lowered her head and looked down, it was like a delicate painting, deeply imprinted in Qin Qianluo's memory, becoming an indelible part of her past memories.
At this moment, Yu Mei, compared to her master Yu Ying, possessed a more touching integrity and resilience.
She called herself a "commoner," despite growing up in a brothel, a place rife with vulgarity, prejudice, and filth.
Yet it is like a lotus that blooms tenaciously in the mud, always upholding its inner purity and nobility.
She never belittled herself, and from the bottom of her heart resisted being categorized as a prostitute who was despised and scorned by the world.
Even after suffering the inhumane and heinous persecution of Shouzhuo, he endured immense trauma and pain that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
Yet her spine remained as straight as steel, resolutely upholding the bottom line of dignity deep within her heart.
I absolutely refuse to admit that I have become a lowly person who can be driven around at will and has no dignity whatsoever.
From Yu Mei's words, actions, and gestures, it is easy to see that Yu Ying's teaching of her was painstaking and painstaking, and the results were remarkable.
A wave of emotion, like ripples spreading across Qin Qianluo's heart, welled up within her.
If the gears of fate had not been forcibly turned by Shouzhuo's evil hand, if Shouzhuo had not reappeared as a monstrous demon.
Ruthlessly disrupting Yu Mei's originally peaceful and tranquil life trajectory, with Yu Mei's outstanding character, profound qualities, and innate tenacity.
It will surely shine like a dazzling pearl, radiating its own unique and brilliant light in this complex and ever-changing world.
Become an outstanding woman who is admired and admired, and write a wonderful chapter in your own life.
Lost in thought, Qin Qianluo tilted her head back slightly, exhaled softly, then nodded slightly, parted her lips slightly, and responded softly.
The voice, though not loud, seemed to pierce through the quiet space, carrying an undeniable and firm power.
It was as if a steady bell had rung in the silent hall, a sign that Yu Mei's request had been granted.
At this delicate and solemn moment, a series of rapid and orderly footsteps, approaching from afar, broke the silence.
Like a gust of wind, the people from the Dali Temple rushed over.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's agreement, Yu Mei's face, which had been filled with sorrow, despair, and gloom, changed.
In an instant, like dark clouds pierced by sunlight, the sky cleared, revealing a bright and radiant smile as warm as the spring sun.
That smile, like a clear mountain stream, was pure and sincere, coming entirely from the depths of the heart.
It was as if all the suffering and gloom that had been weighing heavily on my heart, like a boulder, had been blown away by a gentle breeze and disappeared without a trace.
She calmly and slowly rose, her figure light yet firm, and with unhurried and measured steps, she left the Prince Zhao's residence with the people from the Dali Temple.
Her back was straight, like a pine tree standing proudly in the snow. Her posture suggested that she was not facing unknown punishment, or even the heavy shadow of death.
Rather, it was as if they were about to step into a magnificent palace, ready to embrace enviable wealth and glory, exuding a sense of detachment and composure that transcended worldly affairs.
It was as if they had already seen through life and death, transcended the turmoil and suffering of the world, and reached a state of tranquility and peace.
Su Jinyun entered the mansion with the people from the Dali Temple.
When her gaze inadvertently fell upon Yu Mei's radiant smile, as dazzling as spring flowers in bloom, she couldn't help but sway slightly.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and everything in the world quietly came to a standstill.
Yu Mei's smile bears an even more striking resemblance to Qin Qianluo's.
Those curved eyebrows and eyes, like the crescent moon twinkling in the night sky, contain endless tenderness.
The upturned corners of her mouth, like flowers blooming in spring, radiated vitality.
The charm that was revealed unintentionally seemed to emanate from the depths of the same soul, creating a subtle and peculiar illusion.
It's as if I'm witnessing two similar souls converge and collide at this moment, creating a unique and moving story.
In the long, flowing river of time, it is like an epic poem.
This farce, which is like a series of wonderfully dramatic scenes, has unknowingly gone through a long journey of two months and a few days.
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