In this stalemate, seemingly dead silent, Qin Qianluo's inner voice drifted back once more: "Naturally, this matter must be exposed to the end, leaving no room for maneuver."
After court, I passed a note to my father, exposing the ugly true face of this traitor to the world, so that everyone could see his wolfish ambitions.
This man was not only audacious and reckless, daring to openly deceive the emperor right under his nose, but he also nearly poisoned the emperor with his insidious methods.
Keeping such a villain around is like raising a tiger that could turn on you at any moment in the heart of the court, causing endless trouble in the future.
The world is vast, and there are countless alchemists, like the stars in the vast galaxy. Kongming is just an insignificant speck of dust among them, and is not worth mentioning.
Moreover, I have only been in the court for a little over a year, yet I have already received the Emperor's favor and been granted the title of Prince, a position of great power and influence.
I cannot forget this great favor. If I were to conceal the truth for such a traitor who plotted to harm the emperor, wouldn't I become an ungrateful and despised person?
The Emperor was also a wise and virtuous ruler. With his enlightened rule, the people of the world were able to grow strong and healthy, like seedlings that had been parched for a long time and then received sweet rain. Their lives were peaceful and prosperous, and their well-being increased day by day.
As for the Crown Prince, he is still young, like a fledgling bird just emerging from its chrysalis. Although he has lofty ambitions, his wings are not yet fully grown.
They still need more experience and trials before they can shoulder the great responsibility of protecting the nation.
Upon hearing this, His Majesty the Emperor's tense lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile of satisfaction and approval.
That smile, like a blooming flower in spring, instantly dispelled the gloom on his face.
The heart, which had been aching with anger over Kongming's matter, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, was now soothed as if a gentle warmth had been injected into it.
It seems that my usual doting on this little girl has not been in vain; she's praising me now.
The usual pampering, like a seed sown, took root and sprouted at this crucial moment, bearing the fruit of loyalty and gratitude.
What she cared about most was her own safety and the stability and prosperity of the country. The little girl was truly deserving of the position of king of a different surname.
His Highness the Crown Prince stood to the side, dressed in magnificent princely attire, his posture upright yet unable to conceal a hint of embarrassment and resentment.
His lips twitched involuntarily, and a barely perceptible hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
He stole a glance at Qin Qianluo, whose eyes seemed to hold a hint of resentment, and thought to himself: "Hmph, I am seventeen years old now, and I have been studying poetry and books and the way of governing the country since I was a child."
Now that you've begun to show your talent, you're only twelve years old, yet you look down on me for being too young, saying I haven't had enough experience. That's outrageous!
However, when he looked up at his father, he saw that his father's face was full of approval.
The satisfaction and approval in his eyes acted as an invisible barrier, instantly suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart.
His Highness the Crown Prince immediately understood, and although he was unwilling, he had to admit it.
I am indeed not mature and steady enough in many aspects. Compared with my father, there is still a huge gap in my wisdom and strategy in dealing with things.
He still needs to undergo trials and tribulations in the imperial court before he can achieve something and truly become his father's right-hand man, protecting this vast land.
Below the court, the ministers' lips twitched slightly as they exchanged helpless yet amused glances.
This King Jinrui Zhao was usually as clever and quick-witted as a nimble bird, and acted with decisiveness and courage, just like a warrior who cuts through thorns and brambles.
He made many contributions to the Tianxuan Dynasty, making the surrounding countries dare not underestimate him.
The corrupt practices and factionalism in the imperial court were transformed under her leadership, and a clean and honest atmosphere prevailed.
Under her advice, the people lived in peace and prosperity, as if they were living in a paradise of peace and happiness.
However, King Jinrui Zhao had a habit that was both infuriating and amusing: he often forgot his actual age without realizing it.
His speech and actions exuded a maturity and sophistication beyond his years, like that of an old man nearing the end of his life.
It's both amusing and admirable; one wonders what kind of exquisite mind lies hidden within this small body.
Kongming's face instantly turned ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes were filled with panic and fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
At this moment, he was certain that the voice that lingered in his ears and understood all his thoughts came from the only non-royal king of Tianxuan Kingdom—King Jinrui Zhao, Qin Qianluo.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were swallowing endless bitterness and despair.
Filled with resentment and unwillingness, he slowly raised his head, his gaze like two sharp daggers, piercing straight towards the direction where Qin Qianluo was.
That gaze was like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, its tongue flicking, poised to strike—cold and full of malice, as if it wanted to devour Qin Qianluo alive.
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