In the imperial court, she used her keen insight and unique perspectives to devise strategies for national policy-making and resolve many potential crises.
In the community, she was compassionate, cared about the people's suffering, and actively promoted various measures to benefit the people, enabling countless people to live and work in peace and contentment.
Her wisdom, courage, and selfless dedication are deeply engraved in everyone's hearts, becoming an indelible and glorious chapter in the history of the Ning Dynasty.
How could he bear to mistreat this meritorious official who had made outstanding contributions to the country for any reason?
This gratitude and sense of responsibility, like a towering rock, are firmly rooted in his heart and have become the bottom line he adheres to.
Like a lighthouse guiding him in the darkness, it cannot be shaken by anyone or anything.
No matter what choices he faces in the future, he will prioritize Qin Qianluo's safety.
Under the intense, almost tangible gazes of the crowd.
Master Xuwu remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic, but rather a look of satisfaction.
His deep eyes, like a bottomless pool, first gently and attentively fell on Su Jinyun.
As if admiring a rare treasure sculpted by time, the appreciation and recognition in his eyes were undisguised.
Then, his gaze, like a gentle yet penetrating breeze, slowly swept over everyone present.
From the high-ranking ministers in the court to the guards and palace maids standing to the side, no one was left out.
His eyes were deep and insightful, seemingly able to see through everyone's eyes and reach the softest corner of each person's heart.
They clearly understood the pure concern and sincerity in their hearts for Qin Qianluo.
In an instant, his mind became as clear as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun, and he understood why he was so blessed.
It seems that Qin Qianluo, who embodies the spirit of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon, would willingly bow down to the imperial court.
Surely, with so many people in the court who genuinely care for her, like a warm harbor, how could one not feel a sense of longing and protectiveness?
Master Xuwu appeared relaxed and at ease. His long, slender hand, marked by the passage of time, slowly rose like a falling autumn leaf.
The movements were slow and steady, as if every subtle action contained endless profound meaning.
He gently stroked his silvery beard that cascaded down to his chest, each hair seemingly carrying the weight of time and wisdom.
Under his touch, it seemed to be gently telling those unknown past stories.
After stroking his beard, he spoke with a smile, his voice as steady and serene as an ancient bell tolling in a temple.
It was like a clear mountain spring flowing through a quiet valley, its crisp and melodious sound echoing gently in the somewhat solemn hall, like heavenly music lingering in everyone's ears.
"Right Prime Minister, please put your mind at ease. His Highness Prince Zhao is a person blessed by Heaven, just like the bright moon in the sky, and wherever his clear light shines, all are bathed in auspiciousness."
Wherever she is, it will be like a spring breeze and gentle rain, nourishing the land. However, such a divine blessing must be willingly accepted by Your Highness for it to be truly effective.
There's no need to worry that Her Highness will suffer any loss as a result—as long as she remains safely here, she can quietly await this blessing to spread like drifting clouds, silently protecting the peace and tranquility of this land.
Master Xuwu's calm and profound words, each word clear and powerful, reached everyone's ears.
It was as if a spring breeze had swept through their hearts, lifting everyone's spirits from their previous high-hanging state, as if they were suspended by a massive boulder.
Only then did it slowly fall down as if a great weight had been lifted from its shoulders, making a barely audible sound.
At first, a heavy, oppressive, and gloomy feeling of worry lingered in everyone's hearts.
Like a wisp of smoke on a spring morning, it gradually dissipates without a trace under the gentle breeze.
Instead, a surge of ecstatic joy, like a raging tide, almost overwhelmed people.
It surged and spread wildly in everyone's hearts with overwhelming force.
It quickly and thoroughly captured everyone's hearts, filling their eyes with excitement and joy.
Everyone felt a secret sense of relief, a feeling that welled up from the depths of their hearts and spread throughout their bodies like a warm current.
Fortunately, King Jinrui Zhao was firmly located within the vast and fertile territory of the Ning Dynasty.
Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable; just imagining it sends chills down one's spine and fills one with endless dread.
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