Even the system space was brimming with jade jewelry and ornaments, with all kinds of shapes and materials, so there was no shortage of such items.

In Qin Qianluo's view, turning this uncarved jade into beads might lead to some new and unique possibilities, opening up a novel and unconventional path.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, bright candles illuminated the palace, and the glazed tiles on the roof reflected a myriad of colors under the lamplight.

The sounds of laughter and chatter from the people inside the hall created a lively and festive atmosphere.

Upon hearing the news that no natural disaster had struck and instead a jade mountain had appeared, the officials were overjoyed.

The ministers whispered among themselves, their words filled with amazement at this auspicious omen and their hopes for a peaceful and prosperous future for the nation.

“This is Heaven’s blessing upon our dynasty; a golden age is on the horizon!” an elderly minister said, stroking his beard.

His voice was soft but could not hide his excitement, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together with joy.

"Yes, yes, this jade mountain will surely bring endless wealth to our dynasty, and the people will be able to live and work in peace and contentment."

The young official beside him echoed in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The crowd chattered amongst themselves, the atmosphere growing increasingly lively, as if they could already envision a prosperous future for the nation.

Amidst this jubilation, only Yu Ji stood out as an oddity.

She wore a magnificent palace dress, the skirt of which flowed like a galaxy, and the peonies embroidered with gold thread shimmered in the candlelight.

She stood quietly in the corner, her figure graceful, like a lone plum blossom blooming in the cold winter.

Her gaze swept past the noisy crowd and locked onto the back of Prince Jinrui Zhao.

His gaze was almost tangible, filled with scrutiny and doubt, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

She was absolutely certain that just a moment ago, a faint phoenix phantom appeared around Qin Qianluo.

The phoenix radiated a soft yet dazzling light, and every feather was lifelike.

As if imbued with life, their wingspan and poised-to-fly posture exuded holiness and majesty.

Although it only appeared for a brief moment, it was deeply imprinted in her eyes, making it unforgettable.

"Could it be that this King Jinrui Zhao is a phoenix descended from heaven?" Yu Ji wondered to herself.

Once the thought arose, it grew wildly in her heart like weeds, making her heart beat faster involuntarily.

Looking back on yesterday, a strange celestial phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky. Now, I wonder if there is some kind of hidden connection between the two?

Could it be that yesterday's celestial phenomena were also caused by King Jinrui Zhao?

But if that's really the case, it's really hard to explain.

Listening to King Jinrui Zhao's thoughts today, she clearly knows nothing about these mysterious things, and there is no clue in her words and actions. How could there be a phoenix phantom?

The mystery surrounding this was like a thick fog, enveloping Yu Ji and plunging her into deep confusion.

She subconsciously gripped the silk handkerchief in her hand, her fingertips turning slightly white, and her knuckles protruding from the force.

"I could not have been mistaken; that phoenix phantom was incredibly real," she murmured to herself repeatedly.

Trying to find a clue from this chaotic thought, her eyes revealed a hint of anxiety and resentment.

Her gaze remained fixed on King Jinrui Zhao, as if that would unravel the mystery in her heart.

But the doubts before her only grew more and more tangled, and no matter how hard she racked her brains, she could not unravel them.

She could only stand there quietly, lost in deep thought, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her.

In her eyes, the whole world consisted only of the silhouette of King Jinrui Zhao and the mysterious phoenix phantom.

Inside the Golden Palace, the bell tolled as the court session ended, its clear sound echoing through the carved beams and painted rafters, lingering endlessly.

The ministers turned around one after another, and for a moment, their robes rustled, and the sounds of footsteps and conversations mingled into a noisy cacophony.

Sunlight streamed through the carved window frames, casting dappled shadows on the gold-brick-paved floor and reflecting on the faces of the crowd, some excited, some wistful.

Yu Ji's gaze remained fixed on King Jinrui Zhao's figure, her eyes filled with a searching look, and her brows unconsciously furrowed into a deep "川" shape.

Filled with doubt about the phoenix phantom, she unconsciously quickened her pace, eager to catch up with Qin Qianluo.

Along the way, she pondered over and over the words she would use to speak, thinking about how to subtly uncover the reason without seeming abrupt.

Before she could even gather her thoughts, Qin Qianluo had already strode up to Prime Minister Qin.

Qin Qianlu carefully stuffed the paper filled with details of Jade Mountain into Qin Xiang's pocket.

He then clapped his hands, looking as carefree as if he had accomplished something insignificant.

Immediately afterwards, she walked out of the palace without looking back, her figure agile and her steps light, as if she couldn't wait to return to her own world.