No one wants their life to be exposed to the gaze of others for no reason, becoming the subject of gossip.
Feng Qingyun also deeply understands this point.
Over the years, the reason why Feng Qingyun deliberately restrained herself and didn't pay much attention to the changes in those pamphlets was precisely because she knew too well her own nature of being unable to keep secrets.
Given her personality, if she read those contents, she would definitely be as excited as if she had discovered a rare treasure, and would be eager to share them with Qin Qianluo.
However, sharing might cause some unnecessary trouble and disrupt the originally harmonious atmosphere among everyone.
Conflicts arising from trivial matters are like tiny cracks that can gradually widen without you noticing, eventually leading to the breakdown of the relationship.
Therefore, in order to maintain this precious and rare friendship and avoid possible conflicts and disputes.
She could only suppress her curiosity about the contents of the booklet time and time again, even though she would occasionally feel a slight itch in her heart.
It felt like a tiny hand was gently scratching at me, wanting me to explore further, but in the end, reason prevailed over impulse.
Every act of self-restraint was like an inner struggle, a difficult choice between desire and reason, ultimately choosing to silently persevere for the sake of everyone's shared well-being.
The Emperor stood quietly in the hall, her posture upright but her expression solemn. Her gaze was like a deep, boundless lake, quietly resting on the two people kneeling below her.
In that gaze, like a complex tangled web, a myriad of emotions including emotion, worry, and respect were interwoven.
Within this deep vortex of emotions, glistening tears faintly shimmered.
Like the trembling dewdrops on lotus leaves in the early morning, reflecting the deep tenderness that touches the heart in the dim light.
She was fully aware of the intrigue and complexity behind this incident.
Like seeing through a meticulously painted, hidden scroll, every detail was clearly imprinted in her mind.
At the same time, she was also very clear about the mysterious space that Qin Qianluo possessed, which was enough to change the fate of the world. It was like a fantastic paradise that was beyond the turmoil of the mortal world.
This space is like a corner of the universe forgotten by time, quiet and peaceful, completely isolated from the noise, turmoil and disasters of the outside world.
Stepping inside, time seems to freeze into an eternal painting, with everything proceeding leisurely in the most harmonious and beautiful order.
There, the sunlight always shines gently, the breeze always blows softly, birds sing and flowers bloom, and it's like spring all year round.
As long as Qin Qianluo has a single thought, she can take those closest to her and leisurely step into the space, instantly placing herself in this absolutely safe haven.
Even if the outside world was like the end of the world, with the sky collapsing, the earth splitting, the mountains and rivers shattered, and the earth being swallowed by endless darkness and destruction, falling into an abyss of no return.
They can also be as safe and sound as babies in the warm embrace of this space.
Having escaped all calamities that could destroy everything in the world, there is no need to concern ourselves with how Zhaoning Kingdom struggles and falters in this storm of annihilation.
However, Qin Qianluo did not choose this seemingly easy way out to protect herself.
When she made the decision to go to the border to investigate, her eyes revealed a resolute determination.
That resolute decision was like a brilliant shooting star streaking across the dark night sky, shining with the light of fearlessness, responsibility, and self-sacrifice.
She disregarded her own life and death completely, acting with the heroic spirit of a moth drawn to a flame.
They placed the safety of the nation and the well-being of the people above all else, regarding it as their sacred and inescapable mission.
This act of selflessness for the country struck the emperor's heart like a heavy hammer.
How could she not feel an indescribable surge of emotion, like a surging river, welling up in her heart?
This emotion surged within her heart like a raging storm, almost breaking through all her emotional defenses and turning into tears that streamed down her face.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still in the hall, and a suffocating, solemn, and oppressive silence descended upon it.
This silence, like a heavy lead weight, pressed mercilessly on everyone's hearts, making their breathing heavy and difficult.
Silence permeated every inch of the air, as if one could hear the faint sound of dust particles slowly falling.
It was as if one could hear the slightly rapid heartbeats of everyone, caused by their heavy hearts, like dull war drums, striking the silent atmosphere again and again.
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