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Xin Yao darted through the mountains like a gust of wind, his agile figure moving swiftly as the leaves rustled in the wake of his passage. His sharp gaze searched eagerly for any sign of Yun Qingyu, eyes keen as an eagle's, missing no possible corner.
Finally, he spotted her. At that moment, Yun Qingyu was strolling leisurely, completely unharmed. She walked with a light step, her demeanor calm and relaxed, as if she were merely taking a walk in her own garden, occasionally glancing up to admire the scenery around her.
Seeing this, Xin Yao quietly halted, his rushing form coming to an abrupt stop and stirring up a cloud of dust.
The tension that had been hanging over him slowly dissipated, like a heavy stone dropping to the ground. The deep unease in his eyes receded like the tide, and his expression regained its steadiness.
He watched as Yun Qingyu bent slightly, her movements gentle as if she were handling a precious treasure. She softly spoke to a snake slithering on the ground, saying, "Go play!"
Her tone was akin to that of someone speaking to a beloved pet—gentle and laced with affection.
Remarkably, the snakes seemed to understand her words. They obediently turned away and swiftly slithered deeper into the dense forest, their forms quickly disappearing into the grass.
Xin Yao was greatly astonished; his eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape. He immediately moved to Yun Qingyu's side, stealing glances at her filled with confusion: Could it be that my master possesses the ability to command beasts? This is truly unbelievable.
Meanwhile, Six Princess was still dazedly calling out, "There are snakes... There are snakes..."
Her voice was hoarse from excessive fear, resembling the sound of a worn-out bellows. Upon hearing her cries, everyone looked up the mountain in confusion, stretching their necks long. However, there were no snakes in sight—only Yun Qingyu approaching calmly and indifferently.
Her cool and detached expression seemed to carry an invisible authority that instilled fear in others. They dared not look directly at her for long and quickly lowered their heads.
Wen Zhan hurried toward her with a worried expression, his steps quickening as he fixed his gaze on Yun Qingyu. He scrutinized her from head to toe, his eyes darting across her figure as he anxiously asked, "Are you alright? Six Princess said there were snakes; I was so worried!"
His eyes were filled with concern, his brow furrowed deeply. The anxiety on his face was evident, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
Yun Qingyu glanced impatiently at the unconscious Six Princess, her brows slightly knitted together. A flicker of disdain crossed her eyes as she coldly remarked, "Where did that snake come from? She must be suffering from hysteria."
Her voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears. The indifference and skepticism in her tone caused the crowd to stiffen slightly, their bodies trembling ever so slightly.
Unconsciously, they turned to look at the Six Princess, who lay in the maid's arms, then glanced at the equally disheveled Lu Mingzhan. Confusion filled their eyes: What exactly was happening? Was there really a snake or not? Could it be that the Six Princess truly had hysteria? And what about Lu Mingzhan?
They exchanged glances filled with bewilderment.
Just as the crowd fell into silence, a sudden panicked cry echoed through the mountains: "Help! Help!"
The voice was laced with fear, its pitch wavering.
"There's a snake! Run! A swarm of snakes is coming!"
Accompanying the shouts were several noble young men, their hair disheveled and faces as pale as paper, rushing down in a frenzy.
They stumbled and staggered, their steps frantic and their eyes wide with terror, as if they had truly encountered a ghost. They ran while shouting, their disheveled appearance starkly contrasting with their usual elegance and nobility; their luxurious garments were even torn in places by branches.
The crowd instinctively looked back at Yun Qingyu, who remained composed and detached, exuding an air of calm indifference as if the chaos around her had nothing to do with her. She stood there quietly.
The expressions of those around her grew increasingly strange, their confusion deepening. The series of events left them feeling as if they were engulfed in a fog, their brows knitted tightly together, unsure of what to do next.
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