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

When Yu Ying was adjusting the dosage of the medicine, she displayed an exquisite skill that could be described as unparalleled.

The selection of each medicinal herb and the weighing of each dosage are as precise and flawless as a master craftsman sculpting a work of art.

She controlled the dosage of the drug perfectly, like a precise timekeeping device, working flawlessly to the second.

Not a penny more, just enough to make Su Jinyun fall into a coma for a full two hours.

Fortunately, Su Jinyun did not suffer any physical damage in this incident; she was only mentally traumatized.

At this moment, after many twists and turns, Su Jinyun finally returned to Qin Qianluo's side, just like a bird that had struggled to fly back to its nest in a storm and found a warm harbor.

Her nerves, which had been stretched to their limit like a bowstring, relaxed slowly and quietly the moment she saw Qin Qianluo, as if they had found the most secure place to rest.

Qin Qianluo's eyes were fixed on Su Jinyun, her gaze filled with deep concern and a hint of worry.

Her gaze was like fine threads, not missing a single subtle change in Su Jinyun's expression or body movement.

Trying to catch even the slightest sign of discomfort from these clues.

Seeing that Su Jinyun's complexion was gradually improving, her originally pale face gradually regained some color.

And since there were no other obvious symptoms of discomfort, her anxiety eased a little.

Qin Qianlu leaned down slightly and spoke softly, her voice like the gentlest breeze in spring, carrying just the right amount of tenderness and comfort, gently brushing against Su Jinyun's heart.

As if afraid that even the slightest sound would disturb the fragile heart in front of her that had just experienced a fright: "Jinyun, you have just gone through such a thrilling ordeal."

Your body may still be exhausted and hasn't fully recovered. Take a closer look; do you think you might need to rest more?

Su Jinyun shook her head slightly, her movements gentle and soothing, like an elegant flower swaying in the wind, carrying an innate gentle temperament.

Then, she slowly sat up from the bed, the blankets slipping slightly as she moved, revealing her somewhat thin shoulders.

Like a petal trembling in the wind, it added to its pitiful appearance.

She cast a tender and affectionate gaze at Qin Qianluo, her expression as gentle as a calm lake in spring, shimmering with a reassuring ripple.

The voice was as gentle as melting snow in spring, flowing softly.

With a hint of sweetness and warmth, she said, "Qianluo, I'm alright. Being by your side right now makes me feel incredibly safe."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Jinyun's gaze inadvertently shifted to the two girls standing quietly by the bed.

Her gaze first fell directly on Long Nanzhi. Her familiar face and unique temperament made her recognize her at a glance.

Then, her gaze slowly fell on another girl, and upon seeing her, she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

The girl's appearance bore a striking resemblance to Feng Qingyun's quirky, lively, and playful little maid.

But she clearly remembered that Feng Qingyun had always maintained the appearance of a child, and according to common sense, Feng Qingyun needed to level up in order to achieve the transformation of growing up.

However, the girl in front of him had clearly grown into a graceful young woman, with a light figure and a unique temperament.

How could such an astonishing change have occurred seemingly overnight? Could it be that she leveled up?

How long had I been unconscious that I missed such a significant and astonishing change without even realizing it?

As Su Jinyun pondered this, the doubts in her heart were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples in layers upon layers.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak, her tone filled with barely suppressed curiosity and deep doubt: "Qianluo, is this really Feng Qingyun? How long have I been unconscious?"

Following the direction Su Jinyun pointed, Qin Qianluo's gaze slowly fell on the graceful Feng Qingyun, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was relief, there was emotion, and there was also contemplation about the unknown.

She nodded gently, her movements slow and steady, as if giving a solemn response to her past experiences, or as if confirming something crucial that could rewrite everything.

Then, she took a deep breath and began to recount the breathtaking, dreamlike events that had just occurred.

And the various past events of Yu Ying, who are closely connected to her, unfold slowly before Su Jinyun like a meticulously painted grand scroll.

Her narration was meticulous, with every detail as vivid and lifelike as a delicate brushstroke on a painting.

From Feng Qingyun's reaction when she took out the brocade box, to the stone emitting seven-colored light and the miraculous process of Feng Qingyun transforming into a phoenix, and then to the intricate connection between the jade shadow and this matter.

She recounted everything in detail, as if transporting Su Jinyun into a scene full of fantasy and the unknown.

Every turn is like a undulating mountain range, captivating the heart; every detail is like a dazzling star, shining with a mysterious light.

Su Jinyun listened quietly, her beautiful eyes wide open, her surprise surging like a tidal wave, one wave after another, almost overwhelming her completely.

No matter how hard she racked her brains, she never expected that the truth would be such a complex and bizarre mess, far exceeding her wildest imagination.

Originally, in her understanding, Yu Ying's mysterious and unpredictable abilities were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

It must originate from a system hidden in the darkness, full of mysterious power.

However, the cruel and shocking truth shattered her assumptions like a heavy hammer blow—Yu Ying was merely a victim of fate's bizarre arrangement.

By sheer chance, she obtained a strange stone that seemed to have an inextricable connection with Feng Qingyun.

When Su Jinyun heard the news that Yu Ying had passed away, she was suddenly filled with mixed feelings.

It was as if an invisible hand had stuffed all the complex emotions of the world into her heart.

In that instant, countless emotions—bitter, helpless, or pitying—surged wildly in her heart like a raging undercurrent.

Her thoughts drifted into the distance, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind, and she fell into deep contemplation.

She pondered to herself that Yu Ying had already lost all hope at that time, completely shrouded in the shadow of despair, and was determined to die.

Perhaps it was this acceptance of death that allowed her to face herself with such equanimity.

In the end, a sliver of human kindness remained, and he did not kill the person, cruelly placing himself in a hopeless situation.

As she continued to unravel the mystery and delve deeper into the matter, Su Jinyun became increasingly certain that the person who had abducted her was most likely not the seemingly innocent Yu Ying.

Rather, it was the mysterious figure Yu Ying spoke of, who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient legend.

The mysterious being who died and came back to life, and then inexplicably transformed into the master of the Fifth Prince Ning Chenxing.

The appearance of this mysterious figure was like a strange lightning bolt piercing the darkness, instantly making the already perplexing situation even more chaotic.

Su Jinyun's brows furrowed tightly, like a locked mountain peak, as she fell into deep thought.

This mysterious figure is like a thick, impenetrable fog, shrouded in numerous perplexing mysteries.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of rare and extraordinary treasure this person possessed that could turn the world upside down and rewrite the trajectory of fate.

And what kind of miraculous, ingenious, and utterly unbelievable methods did they employ to reach the heavens?

Only then could he so easily, swiftly, and seemingly across time and space take him from the bustling, noisy capital city.

In an instant, they crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to arrive at the border of this remote and little-known country of Jizi?

Moreover, this is just the tip of the iceberg among many bizarre events. How did this person manage to remain silent and unknown?

He transformed into the incomparably noble and powerful Fifth Prince, even breaking the ironclad law of life and death and achieving a miracle of resurrection that seemed like a myth.

This series of events, seemingly straight out of a fairy tale, wove her thoughts together like countless strong threads, creating an impenetrable net.

It made her feel as if she were in a vast, misty forest where she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face, and every step she took was filled with the unknown and fear.

There was absolutely no clue that could unravel the mystery, and it was difficult to unravel the intricate web of events.

In this chaotic and tangled process of thinking, as if she were in a maze, Su Jinyun subconsciously spoke softly, her voice slightly confused and bewildered.

It was like a faint cry from a traveler groping in the dark: "Qianluo, based on your detailed analysis, the person who kidnapped me should not be Yuying."

This matter was most likely meticulously planned and manipulated by Ning Chenxing behind the scenes.

However, it is truly baffling what kind of miraculous, unimaginable, divinely inspired method he employed.

To be able to traverse such a vast distance of thousands of miles with such incredible speed, as if accomplishing this seemingly impossible feat in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes revealed deep doubt and confusion, like bewildered stars twinkling in the deep night sky.

Su Jinyun subconsciously raised her fair wrist, the movement slow and elegant, like a willow branch swaying gently in a breeze.

Her fingers, slender as scallions, gently touched the cuffs of her sleeves, slowly gathering them up. The sleeves, as smooth as light clouds, glided across her fingertips, bringing a delicate, tactile sensation.

In that unintentional movement, her eyes suddenly lit up, like a candle flame suddenly lit in the darkness, and her expression instantly became focused and urgent.

Without hesitation, she reached into her sleeve, her movements swift yet cautious, like a treasure hunter searching for a hidden gem, afraid of missing any clue.

A moment later, she gracefully withdrew her hand from her sleeve, and in her hand she held a brocade box.