Laughter and cheerful voices rang out from inside the house like silver bells, and the deep family affection seemed to transform into a warm sun, piercing straight through the cold winter day.
It added a heartwarming touch to this icy world, immersing the entire Prime Minister's residence in a deep and warm family atmosphere.
Inside the Left Prime Minister's residence, bright lanterns hung high, their glows intertwining, and laughter seemed to warm the cold winter day.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the capital, brothels were secluded places shrouded in the night.
The carved pavilions were shrouded in a hazy glow under the dim moonlight, and the candlelight flickered through the vermilion windows, casting graceful figures on the walls.
A person dressed in fine clothes and wearing an exquisite jade mask is sitting quietly in the private room.
Inside the private room, sheer curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and a faint fragrance filled the air.
Her figure was graceful, like a willow swaying in the breeze. She first leaned lazily against the brocade couch, and then gently straightened up. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands playfully falling on her fair collarbone.
She stretched out her slender, nail-painted fingers, gently picked up a secret letter, and slowly scanned its contents. Her eyebrows rose slightly, as if she were surprised.
"Did it really perish so quickly?" She parted her lips slightly, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's yet carrying a hint of chill.
Having said that, he tilted his head slightly, his thoughts drifting away. He recalled the ruthless and decisive actions of Emperor Xuanyuan, and felt a surge of disgust. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"This ending may be considered to be in accordance with fate. Oh well, I've already found a 'toy' that can relieve my boredom."
In the dim candlelight of the brothel, a hint of barely perceptible interest flickered in those beautiful peach blossom eyes.
She turned her gaze back to the letter, her eyes focused as she examined it closely. "To actually survive such a brutal battlefield, how interesting."
After she finished speaking, she gently waved her hand, and the letter instantly turned into powder, fluttering down.
She stood up with light and graceful movements, draped a cloak over her shoulders, and the downy fur on the cloak swayed gently with her movements, further highlighting her extraordinary temperament.
She moved with light, graceful steps, each step seemingly treading on a silent rhythm, as she passed through the winding corridors of the private room, the wooden floor making a soft creaking sound under her feet.
As we descended the stairs, dancers performed light dances in the hall, amidst the clamor of guests and the sounds of string and wind instruments.
She seemed not to hear anything, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She merely raised her chin slightly and flew out of the brothel like a ghost.
The night was deep, the wind was biting, and the howling sounded like the wailing of ghosts and wolves. The trees along the street trembled in the wind, and withered branches and leaves were swept up and swirled in the air.
She seemed oblivious to the cold, and in a few leaps, she arrived outside the Left Prime Minister's residence.
She lightly touched the wall with her toes, using her body as leverage to rise up, like a nimble night cat, silently sneaking into the mansion.
The walls of the Left Prime Minister's residence were tall and imposing, and the snow at the base of the walls gleamed a pale white in the night.
She concealed herself, seemingly blending into the darkness, and, relying on her familiarity with the mansion, sneaked into Qin Qianluo's courtyard.
In the courtyard, snow covered the flowers and plants, and a few plum trees bloomed quietly in the corner, emitting a faint, cool fragrance.
She lurked in the shadows of the courtyard, like a cheetah waiting for its prey, patient and focused.
She lay low, her body tense, her eyes fixed on Qin Qianluo's door.
Before long, Qin Qianluo came bounding back to the courtyard like a happy little deer, her energetic appearance seemingly able to dispel all the gloom in the world.
Qin Qianluo walked straight into the room and disappeared from her sight in an instant. A slight smile played on her lips behind the mask.
With a hunter's interest as he discovered treasure in his eyes, he murmured softly, "She is indeed clever and cute, and looks quite appetizing."
Just as she was pondering this, a gust of cold wind swept by, making the hem of her clothes flutter.
Looking up at the still somewhat dim sky, after a moment's thought, he decided not to alert the enemy for the time being. So, with a light touch of his toes, he flew back to the brothel.
He secretly plotted in his heart, waiting for the perfect opportunity to have another thrilling "encounter" with Qin Qianluo.
At that time, Qin Qianluo, who had entered the space, was completely unaware of all this. She was happily bathing in the space, the warm water enveloping her body, as if washing away all her fatigue and dust.
She stretched out her limbs comfortably, letting the water gently caress her skin. The bathroom was filled with mist, and the swirling steam was like a light veil.
After bathing, she lay lazily on the couch, slowly closed her eyes, and rested for a while. Only after her body and mind were completely relaxed did she slowly get up and lead everyone out of the space.
The guards were well-trained, and their figures instantly disappeared into the surrounding darkness. Ling Xue and the other two returned to their rooms. Qin Qianluo also lay down on the soft and comfortable bed, pulled up the brocade quilt, and prepared to have a sweet sleep.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her face as Qin Qianluo slowly woke up.
Thanks to the Emperor's special permission, she was allowed to take two days off before going to court, and these two days of leisure made her feel exceptionally happy.
She sat up with a jolt, stretched, and then got up to leave the mansion, taking a carriage to the villa where Murong Yan and the others were being housed.
Along the way, the streets of Beijing were bustling under the warm winter sun, with pedestrians hurrying along wrapped in cotton-padded coats and shouts coming from the shops on the street.
She sat in the carriage, sometimes lifting the curtain to look outside, sometimes resting her chin on her hand in deep thought, pondering what special skills each of them possessed so that she could arrange suitable jobs for them in the future.
After Murong Yan and the others arrived in the capital, they were led to this villa by Qin Qianluo's servants.
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