Minister of Rites Ye Yunyao stepped forward steadily and respectfully unfurled the sacrificial text filled with eulogies and prayers.
She raised her head slightly, took a deep breath, and then began to read aloud. Her words were ornate and elegant, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.
First, we reverently recount the illustrious achievements of our ancestors and deities in creating the world and establishing peace and stability, as if unfolding a magnificent historical scroll before everyone's eyes.
He then earnestly prayed for divine mercy, wishing for favorable weather, abundant harvests, national prosperity, peace and tranquility, and that the people live in peace and contentment, and the nation be forever secure and secure.
The sound echoed above the Temple of Heaven, moving everyone present and filling them with deep reverence and gratitude for the gods and ancestors.
As Ye Yunyao finished reading, the lingering sound seemed to still echo in everyone's ears.
At this time, members of the royal family performed the second and final offerings in sequence.
The second offerer, holding the offerings, walked respectfully and lightly to the altar, arranged the offerings neatly, and then bowed and withdrew.
The same applies to those who make the final offering. The entire process is orderly, with everyone focused and skilled, strictly adhering to ancient rituals to express their deep filial piety and respect for the gods and ancestors.
After the final offerings were completed, the music rose again, and the Emperor and his entourage respectfully saw off the gods.
Everyone faced the altar in unison, performing the ritual of three bows and nine kowtows, chanting incantations as they respectfully sent off the spirits of the gods and ancestors.
The music gradually rose higher and then slowly fell low, until the last lingering sound dissipated into the sky, and the entire sacrificial ceremony came to an end.
Everyone slowly rose and straightened their clothes, but the reverence for heaven, earth, gods, and ancestors in their hearts was like a seed, deeply rooted and never to be extinguished.
After the sacrificial ceremony was completed, the officials proceeded in order to the magnificent palace, all eager to enjoy the sumptuous feast at the palace banquet.
Ambassadors from various countries will also arrive in droves to join this grand palace banquet.
Although it was the season when frost and snow were lightly covering the ground and the flowers were about to bloom, the palace was warm and cozy thanks to the newly installed underfloor heating.
The faces of everyone were filled with joy, like blooming flowers in spring, radiant and bright.
The Emperor and Empress, dressed in magnificent robes, entered the banquet hall with great pomp and circumstance.
Upon seeing this, the officials quickly straightened their clothes and composed themselves, respectfully rising to perform the solemn and dignified audience ceremony.
The elaborate and lengthy etiquette procedures flowed like a gentle stream, meandering for a long time before everyone was finally able to sit down and begin this culinary feast.
After everyone had tasted some of the delicacies, the envoys from various countries entered the hall in order of their nationality.
They all carried carefully prepared gifts from their respective countries, their faces bearing sincere blessings as they bowed and paid homage with respectful and devout movements.
After presenting a dazzling array of congratulatory gifts, they took their seats in accordance with their place in the household.
The sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments drifted over, like a clear mountain spring or a gentle breeze through the forest.
A group of graceful dancers slowly entered the arena, their lotus-like steps light and graceful.
Their dance steps were as light as swallows, their clothes fluttering like fairies, and the laughter and cheers in the hall rose up like waves, one after another.
Within this magnificent palace, an atmosphere of peace and joy pervades.
Outside the carved window lattice, a few red plum blossoms stood gracefully in the cold, as if quietly observing the magnificent scene inside the palace.
Prince Ning Chenjin, the crown prince of the War King, stood tall and proud among the crowd, his deep eyes urgently searching for Qin Qianluo's figure.
A few days ago, he almost got skinned alive by his father because of his deception of women.
Later, after much effort and subtle probing, he learned that it was Qin Qianluo who had secretly passed a note to his father, revealing the true nature of the treacherous woman beside him.
He recalled everything written on the note, and was still utterly astonished, as if he had suddenly awoke from a dream.
Previously, he was filled with resentment and hatred towards that "talkative person," but after reading what was written on the note, that hatred vanished instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
Instead, he was deeply grateful to the person who secretly helped him, and secretly rejoiced that he had not made a grave mistake and become a sinner of Tianxuan for all eternity.
However, the doubts in his heart grew wildly like vines, and he was really curious about how Qin Qianluo had discovered so many secrets.
In this capital city, I have never heard of such a wise and extraordinary person who can foresee the future.
At this moment, Qin Qianluo completely ignored everything around her, focusing only on the delicious food in front of her.
Because they had eaten too little for breakfast and had been standing for a long time and going through complicated rituals, they were now starving and their stomachs were empty.
Therefore, once the meal began, she focused entirely on the food, thinking only of filling her stomach first, and worrying about everything else after she was full.
Ning Chenjin's gaze was fixed on Qin Qianluo, his heart filled with surprise and amazement.
He wondered to himself, could this woman be the Qin Qianluo that his father had mentioned so often?
Judging from the scene in the hall, who else could be the woman closest to Prime Minister Qin?
My father once said that she was the daughter of Prime Minister Tan, but now that I see her with my own eyes, I find her to be petite and her face to be very young.
It's truly unbelievable that someone so young could possess such amazing skills and wisdom.
Seeing her eating with relish, Ning Chenjin couldn't help but smile, finding her incredibly adorable.
That innocent and naive charm made her even more endearing than her own mischievous younger brother.
I couldn't help but sigh to myself, my well-behaved and adorable younger sister is definitely more likable.
Just looking at her like this makes one's heart soften like fresh mud being gently caressed by the warm sun in spring.
Qin Qianlu swallowed the last bite of food, gently raised her hand, and stroked her slightly protruding belly. A satisfied expression appeared on her face; she was finally full.
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