Their rich fragrance, like invisible ribbons, intertwined and permeated the entire Imperial Garden.
It is like a beautiful, colorful, and fragrant dream painting, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland.
The empress wore an extremely gorgeous palace dress, made of the finest silk, with exquisite embroidery.
The exquisite phoenix pattern, woven from gold and silver threads, shimmers in the sunlight, resembling a phoenix about to spread its wings and take flight.
She herself is like a beautiful peony blooming in a flower garden, naturally exuding a noble and elegant temperament.
At this moment, she was sitting in an exquisite pavilion, its carved beams and painted rafters were magnificent, and its flying eaves and brackets exuded royal luxury and majesty.
The Empress's face was filled with a gentle, watery smile, a smile that seemed to melt away all the troubles of the world.
She held a finely crafted rattle drum in her hand, its body painted with lifelike patterns of flowers and birds. When she shook it gently, it produced a clear and melodious sound.
She was using the rattle drum to tease the two lively and adorable children in front of her, who were like little elves.
The children are exquisitely beautiful, their delicate faces seeming to have been meticulously painted by the heavens with the finest brushstrokes, making them as adorable as little celestial children descended to earth.
Their clear, bright eyes, like twinkling stars in the night sky, were pure and luminous, sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and joy.
Their innocent laughter, like a string of clear and melodious silver bells, echoed continuously in this tranquil and beautiful imperial garden.
The laughter seemed to possess a magical power, capable of dispelling all the gloom in the world and adding a touch of vitality to this picturesque scene.
This created a warm and joyful atmosphere throughout the Imperial Garden.
However, the Empress glanced up and noticed that her Emperor looked somewhat forlorn and lonely in the distance, as if he were out of place in this beautiful scene.
His brows were tightly furrowed, like a heavy mountain peak bearing endless worries and pressure; it seemed as if a fly could be trapped between those furrowed brows.
His face was clouded with worry, like the dark clouds before a storm, so thick they seemed to be dripping with water.
His eyes revealed deep worry and anxiety, as if they held countless unspeakable secrets.
A deep sense of worry welled up in the Empress's heart, and that worry spread rapidly like ripples in her mind.
A deep concern instantly appeared on her originally gentle face.
She gently put down the rattle she was using to amuse the child, her movements as soft as if she were afraid of disturbing this beautiful moment.
It was as if they were holding the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.
Then, she rose and walked gracefully to the Emperor's side, each step light and elegant, like a willow branch swaying gently in the breeze, displaying countless graceful postures.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with concern and heartache, looking at the Emperor with a gentle and caring voice, like the warmest breeze in spring.
With a gentle warmth, she brushed against the Emperor's ear: "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? Or has something difficult or troublesome happened in the court?"
Ning Chenyi was deeply mired in his own tangled and complicated thoughts, as if he had lost his way in a foggy forest, feeling lost and helpless.
The Empress's gentle and concerned inquiry was like a clear bird's song, suddenly reaching his ears and making him slightly startled.
It was as if I had been gently and urgently awakened from a deep and chaotic dream.
He slowly, as if carrying a heavy burden, brought his gaze, which had been wandering in the distance, back inch by inch, and fixed his eyes on his empress.
Only then did he belatedly realize that he had been sitting there quietly for a very long time without even noticing.
Over time, the once vibrant flowers in the Imperial Garden have faded, their shadows shifting slightly with the passing of time, following the path of the sunlight.
Like the silent footprints left by time.
He subconsciously raised his hand, the movement slightly slow, and gently rubbed his furrowed brow with his fingertips.
At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, like a heavy hill, weighed down by countless worries and troubles.
He tried to ease the weariness that was rising from the depths of his heart and the tangled sorrow in his mind through this action.
He then recounted the events that had unfolded in the court that day, as if painting a long scroll.
From the moment Master Xuwu stepped into the court and made his request, to the complex emotions that arose in his heart due to his worry that Qin Qianluo would be taken away.
He recounted everything to the Empress without reservation or detail.
He recounted in detail every subtle change in expression and every turbulent surge of emotion within himself.
It was as if she was carefully sorting out her chaotic thoughts.
It's as if they are seeking understanding and support from the person they trust most, hoping to get some comfort and guidance from them.
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