Under the bright sunshine, the golden roof of the majestic palace reflected a dazzling light, contrasting beautifully with the vermilion walls, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere with a touch of aloofness.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and a day slips away quietly as Qin Qianluo focuses on the fragrance of books and ink.

While their master and family were having their meal, Ling Xue and the other two exchanged glances and, seizing the opportunity, quickly pulled Murong Yan aside. With solemn expressions and meticulous detail, they explained to her all about "heartfelt words."

After speaking, the three men, with intense gazes and serious expressions, repeatedly instructed Murong Yan that this matter was of utmost importance and that she must keep it a secret. They were absolutely forbidden to let their master find out, as the Emperor had already issued an order that this was an inviolable taboo.

Murong Yan nodded obediently, her beautiful eyes filled with determination, indicating that she would remember this matter and never forget it.

However, his heart was actually like a turbulent ocean, with waves that could not be calmed, and his shock was evident in his words.

He had actually heard Princess Qingyun's innermost thoughts; the world held such wondrous and unpredictable things beyond imagination.

At this moment, she became increasingly certain that her decision to lead her sisters in resolutely following Princess Qingyun was undoubtedly a divine guidance, and absolutely correct.

This princess, possessing such extraordinary abilities and seemingly descended from heaven, is destined to achieve a magnificent and lasting legacy in this ever-changing world.

In this way, he no longer needed to worry about being disliked or rejected because he could not understand the princess's thoughts.

Thinking of this, Murong Yan couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, like spring flowers blooming.

With her eyes crinkled in a smile, she gazed at the books Princess Qingyun had instructed her to study, feeling as if the heavy burden on her body had been gently lifted, making her feel much lighter.

The next day, as dawn broke, it was Qin Qianluo's turn to attend court. She was still sleepy-eyed, as if shrouded in a thick fog, and her whole being was languid and listless.

Leaning against the warm and soft embrace of the dark moon, she allowed Ling Xue and the others to carefully dress and groom her as if she were a precious treasure.

Last night, she was so engrossed in a TV drama that she missed her rest time, which is why she looks listless and weak today, like a wilted eggplant.

In a daze, Qin Qianluo was gently carried into the princess's entourage by An Yue as if she were a rare pearl.

Dark Moon was incredibly thoughtful; she used soft pillows to securely surround her, preventing her from falling during the bumpy journey.

Only after everything was settled did he feel at ease and slightly bow down, gently instructing the servants carrying the sedan chair to make sure it was smooth and steady, without the slightest mistake, before watching the procession slowly depart.

As we approached the palace gate, the snow there shimmered with tiny sparkles under the sunlight, like scattered stars.

When Qin Xiang saw his daughter's sleepy, delicate, and tired appearance, he couldn't help but feel extremely distressed, as if a thousand fine needles were gently pricking his heart.

He secretly pondered to himself, "We can rest in five days, why not let my son rest a little longer? It wouldn't be too late for him to go to court after the New Year."

My daughter won't be involved much in court affairs, and it's not like she absolutely has to come.

Qin Qianluo was gently awakened by her father, as if she had returned from a distant dream.

She sleepily raised her slender hand and rubbed her eyes, as if trying to dispel the lingering drowsiness.

After adjusting his official robes, which fluttered gently in the wind, he stepped down from the ceremonial guard and, together with his father and elder brother, slowly walked towards the majestic and solemn Golden Palace.

Stepping into the Golden Palace, one is immediately struck by the solemn and dignified atmosphere that permeates the magnificent hall.

After following the officials in performing the proper rites, Qin Qianluo, as usual, quietly hid behind Su Jinyun, her thoughts wandering.

Like a graceful butterfly, it drifts leisurely in the heavens; like an exquisite mascot meant only for admiration.

Su Jinyun glanced at Qianluo's blank and lost expression, as if she were in a fog. Her heart softened slightly, and a smile slowly rippled in her eyes like the surface of a lake in spring.

Just then, the loud and authoritative voice of the imperial guard rang out in the hall, announcing that the Tibetan delegation had arrived for an audience.

Upon hearing this sound, Qin Qianluo was as if she had been startled awake by a thunderbolt, and she instantly came to her senses.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the entrance, her bright eyes filled with curiosity as she eagerly awaited the Tibetans to enter the hall.

Taking advantage of the moment before everyone stepped into the hall, she hurriedly asked 001 in her mind.

"When we greet each other later, should we use their language? How should we say it again, is it '???????? ????????' or 'С?л?м'?"

The moment these thoughts were uttered, it was as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples. The ministers were all astonished, exchanging bewildered glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They truly hadn't expected that Princess Qingyun would be fluent in the native Tibetan language. Such talent was like a dazzling star in the night sky, unattainable in everyone's eyes.

Su Jinyun couldn't suppress her curiosity either. She secretly glanced at Qianluo behind her and was shocked, as if her heart was being swept away by a storm.

Both Qin Xiang and Qin Jiyuan were also completely bewildered at this moment, their confusion as heavy as dark clouds.