His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

When Yu Ying finally finished speaking, her voice, seemingly filled with endless weariness and vicissitudes, gradually dissipated in the air, like the last ray of afterglow in the twilight, quietly disappearing.

Qin Qianlu straightened her body slightly, her back as straight as a javelin, exuding an innate dignity and solemnity.

It was as if the entire space trembled slightly because of her action.

Her gaze was piercing, as if it could penetrate Yu Ying's soul, staring straight at her, as if trying to see through all the secrets deep in her heart.

Then, she spoke slowly, her voice steady and powerful, echoing in the silent space like a resounding bell, each word clear and loud.

As if carrying an undeniable power: "I know that you have had a difficult life, and those deep-seated grudges have all turned into frost and snow over the years."

But with the city filled with innocent bones, the countless lives lost in the flames of war, where can they seek justice?

If you only target me, then you are a worthy adversary, and I will respect you.

But you wielded your blade against the innocent, turning the city's fireworks into a living hell. This sin cannot be easily erased by anyone.

Although I pity your past, I cannot simply sigh at the countless blood debts you have committed.

Moreover, the deep-seated hatred for the tragedy that befell his uncle and his entire family was already etched into his blood.

The fact that I can sit opposite you now and speak gently with you is merely a matter of observing proper etiquette.

I have taken note of everything you have just said. Now that things have come to this, may I ask that you return my queen?

Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's resounding words, which struck her heart like a heavy hammer, Yu Ying's previously calm expression froze instantly, and she was slightly startled as if she had been electrocuted.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of maniacal laughter erupted from her chest without warning, as if trying to break free from the confines of the small hut and echo across the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

The laughter was like a raging storm, rampaging through the silent space, wild and unrestrained.

It was as if she wanted to release all the pent-up emotions deep within her heart, like a volcanic eruption, without reservation.

The laughter was tinged with endless sorrow and desolation, like the mournful cry of a lonely soul in the cold night.

Each sound was like a sharp blade carving painful marks in the oppressive air, making the surrounding atmosphere even more oppressive and heavy.

Her eyes were already stained red with complex and intense emotions, like two burning blood jades, exuding an almost insane heat.

In those eyes, there seemed to be two raging flames, burning with resentment, anger, and despair, as if they wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.

It was as if a torrent of tears was churning violently in her eyes, filled with countless grievances, pain and helplessness, as if they would burst forth like a flood at any moment.

She stared intently at Qin Qianluo, her eyes filled with an almost obsessive persistence, as if she wanted to imprint the other's image deep into her soul.

Slowly, she curled her lips into a smile, a smile like a withered flower blooming alone in the dead of winter, only to wither away in an instant.

With a touch of sorrow and a touch of determination, every curve of her face seemed to be the marks of time carved by the sharp knife of life, telling of the cruel tricks of fate.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice slightly hoarse, as if it had been polished by sand and gravel, yet she spoke clearly.

"The night is long, and I have often dreamt that if I could meet Your Highness when the first light of dawn breaks, perhaps the story would be woven into a different form by the moonlight."

It's a pity that the threads of fate never turn back, and the past has all turned into sand slipping through our fingers.

Yet, despite the thorns and brambles along the way, I have never had the slightest regret. Now, I am exhausted, both physically and mentally. This life, like a play, has finally come to its final curtain call.

In this bustling world, all the beautiful scenery is nothing but fleeting clouds to me, and I have no further attachment to it.

As I prepare to depart, there are two things I wish to tell Your Highness. I wonder if Your Highness would allow me to speak these last few words?

It was as if a stone had been thrown into Qin Qianluo's heart for no reason, and the calm lake surface suddenly rippled with subtle waves, and an indescribable unease quietly arose.

That feeling of unease, like a ghost lurking in the darkness, spread silently, lingering in my heart, yet its source remained elusive.

However, she maintained a calm and composed demeanor, like a majestic iceberg weathered by time, steady and unmoved.

He did not reveal this subtle change in his heart at all.

She nodded slightly, her movements slow and graceful, like a flower branch swaying gently in a breeze, light and just right, signaling Yu Ying to continue speaking.

Yu Ying slowly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on Qin Qianluo's face, which was as calm and still as a deep pool, and she was slightly taken aback.

It was as if I could see many complex memories of the past on this familiar yet unfamiliar face.

She took a deep breath, her breath heavy, as if she had mustered all her courage, and slowly opened her mouth.

Her voice, slightly hoarse from exhaustion, carried a deep and resolute quality born of life's trials, as if each word carried countless memories and helplessness.

It slowly drifted through the air: "Thank you for listening, Your Highness. Firstly, the Fifth Prince Ning Chenxing of Chengxiao was actually my deceased master."

He used some strange and uncanny method to be resurrected from the dead and reincarnated as a prince.

This man harbors boundless ambition and covets the entire Chengxiao Empire. Your Highness, please be extremely careful and lest his plot succeed, or the people will be plunged into misery and suffering.

Secondly, the two women beside Your Highness, Qianxi and Qian'an, are both people I planted.

They are infected with Gu worms, and their actions may have offended Your Highness. Their fate, whether they live or die, is entirely up to Your Highness.

Yu Ying's voice was like the last withered leaf in late autumn, carrying endless desolation and powerlessness, slowly falling and leaving a faint echo in the air.

Just like her life that was about to fade away, it was gradually merging into this silent atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo's once calm heart was instantly stirred up like a boulder thrown into a still lake, creating waves of turbulent waves.

Although she maintained that calm and composed demeanor, like a deep, tranquil, and undisturbed ancient pool.

No matter how the outside world changes, it is difficult to stir up even a ripple on its surface.

However, the incredible fact that Master Yuying had been resurrected caused a tremendous uproar in his heart.

In the world she had long understood, life and death were like the alternation of day and night, an unshakable principle of the universe and a natural law followed by all things.

However, hearing that someone could break this age-old norm with some strange, mysterious, and unimaginable technique filled her heart with shock and doubt.

Countless thoughts, like fluttering willow catkins, swirled haphazardly through her mind.

An indescribable, complex emotion, like a quietly sprouting vine, quickly spread through her heart, tangling and entangled, making it difficult to let go.

As for Qianxi and Qian'an's affair, Qin Qianluo was like a chess player in control of the game from beginning to end, knowing everything perfectly.

She is incredibly meticulous and acts with the precision of a finely woven, watertight spider web, where no subtle movement can escape her keen perception.

With Feng Qingyun by her side, who seemed to be divinely aided, she was like a loyal guardian always on guard.

It is like having all-seeing eyes and ears, constantly and closely watching every slight movement around it.

As early as when Qianxi and Qian'an first showed some subtle signs of unusual behavior, Feng Qingyun had already acted swiftly.

She was informed of all their unusual movements in great detail and without omission.

The reason why Qin Qianluo has not taken action against the two for so long is not due to negligence, but rather to her ingenious and meticulously planned scheme.

She cleverly used the two men as bait, like an angler patiently waiting for a fish to bite, intending to cast a long line to catch a big fish.

They hoped to follow the clues and uncover the hidden truth behind it all, eventually succeeding in capturing Yu Ying.

However, Yu Ying acts like a cunning, suspicious, and extremely cautious fox.

They possess an extraordinary intuition for danger, as if they can smell every potential threat in the air.

Upon noticing even the slightest, almost imperceptible movement, like a gentle breeze, he immediately, like a frightened bird, severed all contact with the two without hesitation.

His decisiveness and caution were as unpredictable as a ghost, causing Qin Qianluo's meticulously planned scheme, which was like the operation of precise gears, to fall into a stalemate for a time.

It's like a precise machine that suddenly gets stuck on a key component, making it difficult to continue moving forward smoothly.

Yu Ying gazed at Qin Qianluo silently, her eyes like a deep, dark pool, containing a thousand complex emotions.

It conveys a sense of relief after experiencing many hardships, as if the heavy shackles that have been borne for a long time have been lifted.

There is also a sense of resentment towards the capriciousness of fate, like the silent roar of a caged beast.

Seeing that Qin Qianluo's expression remained calm and did not show much surprise, she immediately understood.

Given her understanding of Qin Qianluo as intimate as her own palm lines, Qin Qianluo must have long known the true identities of Qianxi and Qian'an, but had simply kept quiet about it.

Like a hunter lurking in the darkness, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow.

At this moment, the poison she had ingested was like a wild horse, running rampant in her body and taking effect mercilessly.

A strong, pungent smell of blood spread through my throat like a surging tide, growing ever stronger.

It felt as if a raging fire was burning her throat, bringing wave after wave of excruciating pain.

Each breath felt like walking on a knife's edge, accompanied by excruciating pain, as if countless needles were piercing my throat.

Yet she still struggled to support her increasingly weak and swaying body, like a withered tree about to break in a storm.

Using the last ounce of strength in his body, his chapped lips trembled slightly.

With a hoarse and weak voice, he slowly said, "Now that I have told you all these secrets, I will not keep Your Highness any longer."

The road ahead is long; I hope Your Highness will take care and that your journey will be smooth and safe.