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

Those rewards, whether rare treasures or precious titles, seemed to be a favor to her, but in reality, they concealed endless mysteries.

Now, when she connects these phenomena with the astonishing fact that the emperor and his officials can hear her thoughts.

It was as if a dazzling light had pierced through the thick fog in an instant, and everything became clear and logical, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that had been rearranged.

It turns out that the Emperor's change in attitude towards her stemmed from hearing her inner thoughts and realizing that she had no ulterior motives.

Only then did he lower his guard and give her what appeared to be a generous reward.

However, even after figuring out the reason, Qin Qianluo's embarrassment did not lessen in the slightest.

Instead, it grew stronger and stronger, like fermenting dough, almost threatening to engulf her entirely, after all, she had once criticized so many people in her heart without any restraint.

Those civil and military officials in the imperial court were all people who had struggled and weathered countless storms in the power center. Self-esteem and face were as important to them as life itself.

She so openly and unrestrainedly judged them in her mind, even making some sarcastic and bitter remarks, yet they still tolerated her and did not harbor any thoughts of assassination.

Qin Qianlu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing how incredibly lucky she was.

As if blessed by the god of fate, they have survived to this day in this perilous court, walking on thin ice.

As Qin Qianluo was immersed in boundless, tangled thoughts, as if she were in a turbulent ocean of emotions, being relentlessly assaulted by all sorts of ideas.

The tranquil surroundings were suddenly broken by a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps approaching from afar.

The footsteps sounded like a dense and urgent drumbeat, striking the air in waves.

Each sound struck Qin Qianluo's already anxious and tense heart like a taut string.

Yao Guang, with her agile and upright figure, was like a black gust of wind, leading her group of subordinates swiftly and urgently to the outside of the thatched hut.

Her sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, pierced through the half-open door and landed on Yu Ying on the wooden bed inside.

Yao Guang's steps suddenly stopped, as if time had frozen, and she stood there stunned for a moment.

A fleeting, extremely complex emotion flashed in her eyes; the surprise was like a dazzling firework suddenly bursting in the night sky, brilliant yet short-lived.

It was fleeting, then replaced by a deep and indescribable feeling.

Hearing the noise, Qin Qianluo slightly raised her head. Her gaze fell upon Yao Guang's figure, as if she had been suddenly awakened from a chaotic and confusing dream by a thunderbolt.

As if waking from a dream, she hurriedly pulled her thoughts, which had been drifting away like a wild horse, back to reality.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions surging within her, and did her best to regain her composure.

However, her slightly trembling hands betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Then, her expression turned solemn, and her face carried an undeniable air of authority.

With a firm tone, he instructed Yaoguang to arrange manpower to ensure that Yuying was buried in the most proper and thorough manner.

As soon as she finished speaking, she led Ling Wei, Mo Chen, and Xuan Mei into the space in a hurried and slightly flustered manner.

This action, seemingly decisive and resolute, actually concealed a desire to escape to some extent.

After all, among everyone present, apart from Yao Guang, everyone else held Chengxiao household registration.

The thought that they might have already heard her unreserved, unrestrained thoughts made Qin Qianlu feel her face burning.

I was so embarrassed that I wished I could find a deep, dark hole in the ground to crawl into right then and there. I really didn't know what expression or posture to adopt to face their scrutinizing gaze.

At this moment, using the excuse of checking Su Jinyun's health to temporarily avoid the situation seemed to be the only and best option she could make.

Of course, her concern for Su Jinyun was not just an excuse, but a heartfelt, genuine, and burning concern.

During the long and agonizing time when Su Jinyun was kidnapped, every minute and every second was like a needle piercing Qin Qianluo's heart.

What exactly did Su Jinyun encounter during this time? Was she cruelly tortured? Did she endure unspeakable pain?

These unknowns weighed on Qin Qianluo's heart like heavy stones, layer upon layer, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

If someone were to secretly plant a highly toxic substance in her body, or if she were to harbor a treacherous and insidious Gu worm, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just thinking about it made Qin Qianluo feel as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart tightly, causing her unbearable pain.

Only after a thorough and meticulous examination of Su Jinyun could Qin Qianluo's heart, which had been hanging in her throat, finally settle down and return to its original place.

Qin Qianluo led the three of them hurriedly toward the room where Su Jinyun was being settled, their steps quick and disordered, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing them from behind.

The moment she stepped into the room, her gaze was drawn to Su Jinyun's peaceful, sleeping figure as if by a magnet.

Su Jinyun lay quietly on the bed, like a delicate flower trembling in the night wind, so helpless and so pitiful.

This scene intensified Qin Qianluo's worries like a surging tide, instantly washing away all other thoughts.

At this moment, Su Jinyun's safety was the only thing on her mind, as if the whole world had become just this one crucial matter.

She stood quietly to the side, watching Ling Wei, Mo Chen, and Xuan Mei examine Su Jinyun's body methodically, her heart pounding with anxiety.

It felt as if I was being held tightly by an invisible yet powerful hand, and lifted into the air.

Various possible bad scenarios involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

Each idea was like a sharp, cold blade, piercing her heart again and again, making her breath quicken.

Ling Wei, Mo Chen, and Xuan Mei looked focused, like three angels carrying a sacred mission to protect life.

Their techniques were skillful and professional, and every movement was precise and meticulous, as if they were carving a rare treasure.

Ling Wei gently grasped Su Jinyun's wrist. Her fingers were slender and long, and she applied slight pressure with her fingertips, feeling the pulse of Su Jinyun.

That focused expression seemed to be deciphering a mysterious and profound book of life, trying to find the code of life from every faint heartbeat.

Xuan Mei leaned down slightly, carefully pressing her ear close to Su Jinyun's chest, listening intently to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

His earnest expression seemed to be capturing a melodious and subtle movement of life, every note concerning Su Jinyun's safety.

Mo Chen carefully lifted Su Jinyun's eyelids, his eyes filled with caution and focus as he carefully observed the changes in her pupils.

It's as if you're examining a mysterious scroll that hides important secrets, not wanting to miss a single detail.

They carefully examined every part of Su Jinyun's body, leaving no detail unchecked.

From her hairline to her toes, every inch of her skin was within their examination scope, as if they wanted to uncover every secret of Su Jinyun's body.

After a thorough and meticulous examination, as if peeling back layers of an onion, the three exchanged glances, each with a look of relief in their eyes.

They were certain that Su Jinyun had only been drugged and that there were no other poisons in her body, nor any of the dreaded and insidious Gu worms.

This result was like a warm and bright ray of sunshine, instantly piercing through the layers of gloom that had shrouded Qin Qianluo's heart.

A glimmer of hope finally shone into her heart, which had been filled with fear and worry.

Upon hearing the result, Qin Qianluo's tense nerves, like a bowstring being released, finally relaxed slowly with a "whoosh".

The heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled down, like a weary bird returning to its nest, flapping its wings.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Ling Wei and the other two exchanged another knowing glance, a look that conveyed understanding and tacit agreement.

Then, they tacitly and hurriedly left the room, their footsteps light and quiet.

As if afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility, they left Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun a quiet and warm space to be alone.

Qin Qianluo slowly walked to Su Jinyun's bedside, her footsteps as light as a feather landing.

Every step she took seemed to be filled with all her gentleness and caution, as if afraid of disturbing Su Jinyun's beautiful dream.

She gently took Su Jinyun's hand in hers; those hands were soft and warm, as if she were holding the most precious and warmest treasure in the world.

A warm current instantly spread from her palms throughout her body, making her feel much more at ease.

She gazed at Su Jinyun's peaceful sleeping face. Her tightly closed eyes, slightly trembling eyelashes, and pale yet still beautiful face filled Qin Qianluo's eyes with deep affection and lingering fear.

She almost lost the person she loved so deeply, the person who was like a shining star in her life, forever.

Thinking of this, Qin Qianluo's eyes welled up with tears again, as if they were about to burst forth at any moment.

Qin Qianlu leaned down slightly and placed a kiss between Su Jinyun's brows, a kiss that was gentle and devout.

It seemed to contain all her love, pity, and relief at surviving the ordeal for Su Jinyun.

This kiss was like a spring breeze caressing the earth, carrying endless tenderness and care; it was also like the warm sun in winter, giving Su Jinyun the warmest comfort.

Along with the kiss, a single, crystal-clear tear fell.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, like sparkling pearls, falling onto Su Jinyun's pillow.

It seemed to be silently telling the story of the terrifying experience she had just gone through, and the boundless joy of getting it back.

Those tears were filled with Qin Qianluo's deep affection and cherishment for Su Jinyun.

It was a silent whisper of love, revealing just how important Su Jinyun was to her, the beloved person she could never lose.