The cool moonlight, like a thin veil, fell in the direction he left.
On the ground, the faint moon shadows swayed gently in the breeze, like a silent symphony composed by nature.
In the quiet night, he sang softly, seemingly silently recording the traces of his hasty departure.
However, in the blink of an eye, the figure vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Only a tranquil, almost mysterious night remained, making one feel as if it had all been an illusion.
Before long, the tranquil atmosphere was slowly broken by a series of light and steady footsteps.
The footsteps, unhurried and measured, echoed rhythmically in the quiet night, like the hands of an old clock.
The butler walked with steady steps, his figure slowly emerging from the darkness outside the door.
He held the food box steadily in both hands, and the food box looked particularly exquisite in his hands, its surface wiped clean and as good as new.
Bathed in the cool moonlight, it gleamed with a faint silvery-white luster, resembling a precious work of art.
The butler gently pushed open the door, his movements extremely soft, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping spirit inside.
The door hinges turned, making a very faint creaking sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.
He bowed slightly, adopting a respectful posture, and carefully entered the house.
Inside, the candlelight flickered gently in the breeze, its dim light rippled across the walls like waves.
The light reflected on the butler's face, weathered by time yet filled with concern.
Time has etched deep marks on his face, and every wrinkle seems to tell a story of the past.
He raised his head, his eyes filled with caution and worry, like the deep night sky concealing countless anxieties.
Her lips trembled slightly as she moved, lowering her voice to a whisper, yet with a hint of urgency.
He asked cautiously, "Your Highness, is there something amiss?"
The voice was full of concern for the princess, as if afraid of touching on some sensitive and thorny topic, yet also filled with anxiety.
I long to know the situation, to share the burden and ease the worries of the princess, and to do my part in this small way.
After the court made the momentous decision to move the capital, King Zhao embarked on a long and meticulous search.
With eyes as sharp as an eagle's, she searched the vast land outside Beijing and finally found a tranquil place that resembled a paradise on earth.
Surrounded by green mountains and flowing streams, this place is like a natural landscape painting, providing an excellent location for building a farm.
King Zhao immediately set about creating this unique farm with an almost pious attitude, pouring her heart and soul into every detail.
Looking back, the old farmhouse once housed many servants.
They are scattered like stars in every corner of the farm, each performing their duties and working together to maintain the orderly operation of the farm.
However, the edict to relocate the capital was a watershed moment, shattering the peace of the past.
For various reasons, most people chose to stay where they were and continue their familiar and stable lives.
Those who came to this place with King Zhao were only King Zhao himself and a few of his subordinates who had not yet started a family and were still living alone.
Like loyal guards, they closely followed in King Zhao's footsteps, unafraid of unknown challenges.
Later, in order to enable the farm to operate smoothly and to bring it back to life, King Zhao recruited a number of people.
These new members come from all over the country, and while there are many talented individuals among them, the complexity of their composition is self-evident.
Among these people, only a handful held death contracts, and their relationship with King Zhao was bound by these contracts, establishing a loyalty and trust that transcended the ordinary master-servant relationship.
They were utterly loyal to King Zhao, as steadfast as a rock, and would stand by his side without hesitation no matter what difficulties or obstacles they faced.
The majority of the rest were ordinary, kind-hearted people from the surrounding area.
They came to the farm with a longing for a stable livelihood, and were simple and hardworking.
But King Zhao knew that they had not yet established the kind of deep trust with him that allowed them to entrust their lives to each other.
This subtle difference in personnel composition is precisely the important reason why King Zhao always acted with extreme caution and trepidation.
She remained vigilant at all times, daring not to be the slightest bit negligent or careless, for fear that a moment of carelessness might trigger an unpredictable crisis.
The princess's whereabouts this time are truly puzzling, like a fog shrouding everyone's minds.
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