That smile radiated a soft and warm light, like a spring breeze gently caressing Qin Qianluo's heart.

She slowly raised her hand, her movements as gentle as if she were caressing the most precious treasure in the world, patting her little daughter's head again and again.

Each gesture is filled with boundless love, as if conveying all the affection to the daughter through these gentle movements.

Her eyes were filled with unconcealed love, like the warm sunshine that pours down unreservedly in spring.

It easily dispelled the gloom that had accumulated in Qin Qianluo's heart, instantly filling her heart with warmth.

At that very moment, Qin Shouzhen arrived dressed in a dark official robe, the patterns on which revealed his status and position.

He took steady, powerful steps, gently pushed open the door, and strolled into the room.

The door hinges turned slowly, making a soft creaking sound, as if it were a gentle accompaniment specially played for this heartwarming scene.

When he saw the heartwarming scene of the mother and daughter embracing, his usually stern and authoritative face unconsciously revealed a look of doting affection.

His gaze softened instantly, like a calm, still lake reflecting the happy scene before him.

It was as if the whole world had become incredibly gentle at that moment, and all the worries and fatigue had vanished like smoke in an instant.

Qin Shouzheng always felt a heavy sense of guilt towards his youngest daughter, Qin Qianluo. This guilt was like a towering mountain, making him feel burdened and remorseful at times.

Luo'er is not yet of marriageable age. She should be like a delicate flower in spring, growing up carefree under the meticulous care and love of her family and the nourishment of sunshine and rain.

There's no need to get involved in this complicated and tangled world, nor to suffer the onslaught of external storms.

However, she entered the imperial court at a young age, encountered assassination attempts, and went to the battlefield. For the sake of the entire Chengxiao, Luo'er has worked tirelessly.

Even today, despite his immense sacrifices and hard work, Prime Minister Qin Shouzhen can offer very little substantial help to his daughter.

Thinking of all this, Qin Shouzhen was filled with self-blame and regret. He clenched his fists and hated his limited abilities, which prevented him from making the country stronger.

Unable to create a safe and worry-free environment for her daughter's growth, she was forced to bear responsibilities and pressures that she should not have had to bear at a young age.

Now that he saw Luo'er had finally found the person she loved, Qin Shouzhen was overjoyed, his heart overflowing with happiness. How could he possibly try to stop her?

Even if the other party is Su Jinyun. Su Jinyun, that little fox, has a mind as intricate as a spider web, sharp and complex.

He was known for his outspokenness in the imperial court, which often put him in embarrassing situations.

During every court meeting, Su Jinyun would argue her point with sharp words, often engaging in heated debates with him.

Those resounding words were like sharp blades, causing him to lose face in front of everyone.

But as long as it's something Luo'er truly likes, then for Tan Shouzhen, it's the best thing in the world.

Even if it meant setting aside his status and position as prime minister to accept Su Jinyun, who had once given him so much trouble, he would be willing to do so without hesitation.

At this moment, his only wish is for his daughter to find happiness and have a bright and smooth future.

Dusk, like a soft and graceful veil, silently and slowly enveloped the Left Prime Minister's residence.

Warmth, like vines growing vigorously and spreading freely in spring, stretches out and permeates every corner of the mansion.

It gently envelops every blade of grass, every brick and tile here, and even the air seems to be infused with a warm feeling, becoming exceptionally soft and cozy.

In the courtyard, the lush osmanthus tree, like a giant green umbrella, spread out in the night.

The nightingale perched quietly on the branch, like a sprite hidden in the green bushes.

Its melodious chirping, ethereal and graceful, drifted through every inch of the mansion, like a gentle melody carefully composed and played for this tender moment.

The bright moonlight, like milk, poured down, draping everything in the world in a silvery veil, like a dream.

The moonlight and the nightingale's song intertwine, creating a dreamlike atmosphere reminiscent of a paradise.

It's as if it instantly transports you to a pure and beautiful fairyland, untouched by any dust.

The next day, the first rays of dawn, like a delicate and shimmering golden thread, carefully pierced through the thin, feather-like clouds.

After the morning court session, Qin Qianluo hurried back to her residence.

Filled with anticipation and joy, she stepped lightly into her boudoir.

Inside the boudoir, the wardrobe was filled with a dazzling array of exquisite clothes.

Her gaze swept over the garments, carefully selecting them as if searching for the most precious treasure in the world.

After choosing her clothes, she moved to the bronze mirror. The maid gently picked up the comb and began to do her makeup with delicate and meticulous movements.

The maid carefully styled her long, jet-black hair into an elegant updo, with every strand neatly combed.

Then, the maid picked up a gleaming gold hairpin and slowly inserted it into the hair bun.

The gold hairpin shimmered with a captivating light in the morning glow, like a twinkling star in the night sky.