Moreover, over the years, Ning Chenyi has personally witnessed the heroic spirit of King Zhao on the battlefield, as she charged into battle and fought bravely against the enemy.
Wherever she went, the enemy was terrified and was defeated as easily as autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.
She also witnessed King Zhao's skillful handling of court intrigues, and how he always calmly analyzed complex and ever-changing situations.
By meticulously analyzing and offering unique and precise insights, they have resolved seemingly intractable crises time and time again.
Given King Zhao's illustrious military achievements and extraordinary strength, if she harbored any rebellious intentions, she could easily seize the power of Feng Qingyun, her prestige in the court, and the overwhelming love and respect of the people for her.
Overthrowing the royal family and establishing himself as emperor would be as easy as pie, so why wait until now?
In Ning Chenyi's heart, his trust in King Zhao was deeply rooted, like an ancient and solid city wall, which could not be shaken in the slightest no matter how the wind and rain eroded it or how the years changed.
Inside the Left Prime Minister's residence, sunlight streamed in, its golden rays resembling a delicate veil.
Through the exquisitely carved window lattices of the mansion, the neatly arranged zither table was bathed in light, which also made the books spread out on the table shine brightly.
As always, Qin Qianluo immersed herself in her studies, as if she were in a world of knowledge that belonged only to her.
When practicing calligraphy, her brushstrokes move like dragons and snakes, each stroke revealing her focus. Every stroke is infused with her heart and soul, as if she wants to merge her soul into the black and white space.
When she recited poems, her voice was clear and melodious, like the gentle chirping of birds in the forest, echoing softly in the quiet room.
The lingering melody, long and drawn out, seemed to be telling the timeless sentiments of poetry.
After finishing her studies, Qin Qianluo instantly transformed into a lively and agile sparrow.
With light, quick steps as if to the beat of a cheerful drum, she swiftly approached Lin Ruoqing and immediately launched her coquettish offensive.
Her soft, sweet voice carried a hint of playfulness, like a gentle spring breeze caressing your ear.
"Mom, I finished my schoolwork quickly and well today, shouldn't I get a reward?"
As she spoke, she gently shook Lin Ruoqing's arm, her eyes filled with anticipation, shining like twinkling stars in the night sky.
Looking at her daughter's expression, Lin Ruoqing secretly thought that if she continued to tease her like this, her precious daughter's sweetheart might really be snatched away by someone else.
The daughter before me, with her graceful figure, is like the most beautiful flower blooming in spring, swaying gently in the breeze and exuding the fragrance of youth.
Her delicate face, with its curved eyebrows and smiling eyes, resembled a clear, sparkling stream that instantly brought joy to anyone who saw her.
With every gesture, the girl's lively and agile nature was on full display, as if she were radiating the brilliant light of youth, illuminating the entire room.
Lin Ruoqing felt an overwhelming tenderness welling up inside her, her eyes sparkling with a smile, and she raised her hand to gesture for Qin Qianluo to come closer.
Qin Qianluo's eyes instantly curved into crescent moons as she sat down next to Lin Ruoqing with a grin, affectionately wrapping her arms around her waist.
She looked up, her eyes filled with dependence, as if her mother was the pillar of her entire world.
The faint fragrance of her mother's perfume lingered around her nose; that familiar and warm scent, like an invisible bond, tightly enveloped her in warmth.
It made her feel as if she were in the warmest harbor in the world, and she felt incredibly safe and secure.
Lin Ruoqing gently stroked her daughter's hair, her movements as tender as if she were handling a rare treasure.
Each touch was filled with deep love, like a gentle spring breeze caressing the earth, tender and delicate.
A faint smile played on her lips, and her voice was as gentle as the softest spring breeze, as if it could blow away all the gloom in the world.
"Luo'er, I understand your thoughts perfectly well. Our family doesn't need you to carry on the family line."
Your elder brother has long since married a virtuous and kind wife. The two of them live a harmonious and respectful life, which is truly enviable.
Your second sister, too, is about to don that wedding dress that symbolizes happiness and tie the knot with her beloved.
That young man was not only well-educated and reasonable, but also exceptionally talented and kind-hearted.
It is likely that after their marriage, the two will live in harmony and walk hand in hand through the long and beautiful years.
Your mother and father have no other wish than that you children can live a happy and fulfilling life.
So, what Luo'er likes, we naturally like too.
Regardless of whether the other person is male or female, as long as they can bring you happiness and provide a ray of sunshine during the darkest times, that's all that matters.
"When you're exhausted, a strong, reliable shoulder to lean on makes me, your mother, completely content."
As Qin Qianluo listened quietly to Lin Ruoqing's words, which were full of deep understanding and love, her nose suddenly stung with tears.
Her eyes, like a breached dam, were instantly filled with tears.
Crystal-clear tears welled up in her eyes, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the morning, ready to spill over at any moment.
An indescribable feeling of being moved surged up from the deepest part of her heart like a raging tide, almost drowning her completely.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Ruoqing's waist, as if she wanted to hold the whole world in her arms, and buried her burning cheeks deep in Lin Ruoqing's warm and soft embrace.
It was as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances and emotions that she had kept hidden deep in her heart over the years into this loving embrace.
Her voice, choked with emotion and sobs, became indistinct and nasal as she murmured, "Thank you, Mother, and thank you, Father, you are both so kind..."
Lin Ruoqing had a gentle smile on her lips, like a flower quietly blooming under the warm spring sun.
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