After explaining his desire to go along, he looked at Princess Qingyun and asked for her opinion.
Qin Qianlu lowered her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head at him, indicating that the key to this operation was secrecy, and having too many people would only make it easier to be exposed.
Seeing her resolute attitude and recalling the protection mechanism she mentioned in her heart, as well as the presence of secret guards, General An Yuan believed that nothing unexpected would happen, and his worries gradually dissipated.
After some internal struggle and deliberation, and after repeatedly examining the detailed floor plan that resembled a real replica of the palace, he finally nodded slightly in agreement.
In his original plan, Princess Qingyun, being so intelligent and graceful, might arrange for skilled bodyguards to secretly infiltrate the palace with her.
However, he never expected that Qin Qianluo's plan would be so bold and radical, directly storming into the palace like a surging tide.
After successfully reaching an agreement with General An Yuan, Qin Qianluo felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders and gracefully returned to her tent. She sat quietly inside.
Like a tranquil statue, it patiently awaits the night, like a vast black ribbon, slowly unfurling from the sky and enveloping the earth.
Time is like an old man with faltering steps, slowly walking and quietly passing by.
When the night was as thick and dark as ink, almost swallowing the whole world, Qin Qianluo, like a nimble night cat, quietly got up and stealthily made her way to where the container was placed.
Upon arriving at the location where the containers were stored, after checking left and right to make sure no one was around, they put the containers into their spatial storage, leaving only a few for the opium in the palace.
After completing all this, Qin Qianluo returned to her tent with peace of mind, lay on the couch, and let her thoughts wander.
The thought of going home soon filled her heart with joy and anticipation, like a playful fawn.
Like a bird that has been wandering far from home for a long time and has experienced many storms, it finally sees the warm nest and is filled with longing and yearning for home, eagerly wanting to return to its embrace.
As she carefully considered her next steps, Qin Qianluo felt herself gradually enveloped by a deep weariness.
Inside the tent, the dim candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the tent walls, like a silent lullaby. She slowly closed her eyes.
Before long, she was as if she had fallen into a deep and tranquil dream. It wasn't until the brilliant morning light of the next day, like a golden veil gently brushing across the tent, that Qin Qianluo slowly awoke from her sleep.
Like a nimble deer, she quickly rose, donned her armor, put the light machine gun into her bundle, slung it over her shoulder, and left the tent.
Arriving at her horse, she first respectfully gave General An Yuan a standard military salute. Then, she parted her lips slightly and said in a clear yet firm voice that she was ready and could depart immediately.
General An Yuan nodded slightly, his eyes full of trust and expectation for her. He waved his hand, indicating that she could proceed according to the plan.
Having received the general's order, Qin Qianluo bowed again, mounted her horse, and led her guards like an arrow released from a bow, galloping towards the small gate of the palace.
Meanwhile, General An Yuan calmly commanded the massive army, which surged forward like an iron torrent, steadily advancing towards the imperial palace.
Wherever the army passed, billowing dust rose, like a yellow dragon churning across the land. For a moment, the sounds of the army's footsteps and horses' hooves mingled together.
Like a majestic and stirring battle song, it resounded throughout the heavens and earth. When the army arrived at the foot of the palace walls, General An Yuan quickly ordered the troops to form ranks.
The disciplined military formation resembled towering mountain peaks, its imposing presence inspiring awe. Flags fluttered in the wind, seemingly issuing a silent warning.
This move was intended to provide strong cover for Qin Qianluo and others' secret operations, allowing them to quietly approach the palace gates without being detected, right under the enemy's nose.
On the other hand, General An Yuan also harbored fervent expectations, hoping that when Qin Qianluo successfully broke through the small door and opened the tightly closed palace gates.
He was able to lead his high-spirited soldiers into the palace like a surging tide at the first moment, crushing the enemy army with overwhelming force and thus securing victory in the battle.
At this moment, at the tall and majestic palace gate, four highly skilled, renowned, and feared martial arts masters stood proudly, ready for battle.
They wore magnificent and sturdy armor, held gleaming weapons, and their cold, stern faces seemed to be sculpted from millennia-old ice, making it difficult to discern their true emotions.
However, although they remained calm on the surface, displaying an attitude of not changing their expression even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them, in reality, they were in a tense standoff with the Tianxuan army for several days.
Deep within their hearts, a subtle, indescribable fear had quietly begun to take root. That fear, like a cold, venomous snake, slowly slithered through their minds, relentlessly gnawing at their will.
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