These doubts tangled and twisted in his mind like a tangled mess, and the emperor subconsciously and swiftly averted his gaze from the back of the Taoist priest.
He turned his gaze eagerly to the Imperial Preceptor Yu Ji, who was in charge of the Prince's court. His eyes were like two sharp, cold glints, filled with inquiry, doubt, and a hint of anxiety, shooting straight at Yu Ji.
The silent question seemed to transform into tangible sound waves, vibrating violently in the air: What does this mean? How could Master Xuwu give up so easily?
Could there be some hidden secret here? Or is there some ulterior motive?
Yu Ji keenly caught the Emperor's burning yet questioning gaze, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
This sigh, like a fallen leaf drifting in late autumn, was mixed with a deep understanding of the emperor's doubts, and also revealed a sense of helplessness and powerlessness in the face of the current situation.
She nodded slightly, her movements as light as a feather, yet firm and powerful.
It seemed to be conveying an undeniable message to the Emperor: the Taoist priest's actions had no other hidden meaning; he genuinely intended to leave.
Then, with a respectful and solemn expression and an elegant posture like a fairy dancing gracefully, Yu Ji gracefully performed the farewell ceremony, every movement displaying the standard and elegance of etiquette.
She slowly retreated from the hall, her steps light and steady, as if afraid of disturbing the subtle atmosphere that permeated the hall.
However, her departure was like a pebble thrown into the emperor's heart, stirring up ripples.
As the emperor watched Yu Ji's departing figure, his doubts not only did not diminish but grew even stronger, and he vaguely felt that there was something strange and unspeakable about this matter.
But in this solemn and dignified court, as the ruler of a country, he had to maintain the dignity and composure of an emperor, so he could only suppress his doubts for the time being and bury them deep in his heart.
He gently raised his hand, a gesture that seemed to use up all his strength, and waved it weakly.
This gesture seemed to be both a way of dispelling the lingering annoyance in his heart and a helpless signal for the ministers to step down.
After everyone bowed respectfully and filed out like a tide, the spacious hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.
The emperor sat alone on the dragon throne, as if he were on a deserted island.
At this moment, the empty hall was like a huge silent container, amplifying the emperor's thoughts infinitely.
Another thought suddenly welled up in his mind, like a glimmer of light flashing in the darkness.
Why not rack our brains and come up with a better way to let Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun rest for a longer period of time, preferably as long as possible?
The journey was so long that the Taoist priest lost his patience and left the capital on his own.
In this way, there would be no need to live in constant fear, worrying that Qin Qianluo would be bewitched and taken away, causing Chengxiao Kingdom to lose this protective force that could potentially turn the tide of the world.
However, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the emperor couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself, his smile full of self-mockery and helplessness.
Such thinking is too naive and childish; it's nothing more than a beautiful dream woven by one's own wishful thinking in a moment of panic.
Thinking of this, the emperor sighed deeply, a sigh that seemed to be slowly squeezed out from the deepest part of his soul.
Bearing a heart full of worries, helplessness, and a vague fear of the future, it echoed softly in the empty hall, lingering for a long time.
He mustered his strength, trying to bring his wildly wandering thoughts back on track.
He tried to sort out his chaotic thoughts and refocus his attention on the memorial.
However, throughout the entire process of reviewing the memorials, his mind remained like a small boat on a turbulent sea.
I was tossed about by waves of fear and worry, unable to find peace.
The worry in his heart was like a thick, impenetrable haze, constantly shrouding him, as if it could turn into a torrential downpour at any moment and drown him.
He was terrified that Qin Qianluo might actually be bewitched by the Taoist priest's clever words, like a lost lamb, and follow him away from this bustling and noisy world.
From then on, he stopped caring about worldly affairs, causing the Chengxiao Kingdom to lose this potentially vital protective force.
Whenever he thought of this, the emperor felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible and cold hand, and he would feel a dull ache in waves.
It felt as if a sharp dagger was gently slicing across his heart.
This feeling of unease was like a venomous snake lurking deep in the emperor's soul. Once it silently crept into the emperor's heart, it lingered like a maggot clinging to his bones.
Not only did it show no signs of abating, but as time went on, it seemed to be nourished by dark forces, growing and spreading more wildly and recklessly.
It was like a surging, ever-rising tide, crashing against the emperor's inner defenses wave after wave with overwhelming force.
It made him feel as if he were on a lone boat in a storm, suffering from both fear and anxiety.
The sunlight, like golden threads, gently and evenly fell on every inch of the Imperial Garden.
The park is bursting with vibrant flowers, as if nature had spilled its paint box, the reds as fiery and unrestrained, as if they were about to set the whole world ablaze.
The pink ones are like the rosy clouds, delicate and beautiful, like the blushing cheeks of a young girl; the white ones are like snow, pure and flawless, exuding an extraordinary and refined temperament.
The dewdrops on the petals, like crystal-clear pearls, shimmered with iridescent light under the sunlight.
It is as if nature itself has meticulously crafted this rare treasure.
A gentle breeze, like a tender messenger, caressed the flowers, and they swayed gracefully as if summoned by a silent call, like a group of fairies dancing in the air.
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