However, the heavy, oppressive feeling in my heart did not dissipate; instead, it grew thicker and thicker like dark clouds, causing a severe headache to surge like a tidal wave.
He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to alleviate the excruciating pain.
Then, he slowly raised the hand that always wore the jade seal ring, his movements slow and heavy, and gently pressed his throbbing temples.
The pressure from my fingertips seemed to be engaged in a silent battle with this annoying headache.
The throne of the emperor may seem incredibly glorious, and he may be revered by thousands, but its true nature is like bitter melon, only he knows the bitterness within.
Every day, the ministers, like noisy birds, argued heatedly and hoarsely over all sorts of matters, whether trivial or important, in the solemn court.
Each side stuck to its own version of events, refusing to yield, creating a farce that seemed to have no end.
Today, the debate surrounding the Miao King's arrival in the capital has become incredibly heated, with the fierce clashes of words seemingly threatening to turn the Golden Palace, a place steeped in history and majesty, upside down.
He was completely bewildered and couldn't understand why these things were worth arguing about so fiercely.
In his mind, as long as Qin Qianluo was by his side, how could anyone dare to openly harm him, the emperor who possessed the world and was supreme, right under her nose?
After letting down his unfounded guard against Qin Qianluo, Ning Chenyi's gaze towards her subtly changed.
At this moment, memories flooded back, and he couldn't help but sigh to himself, no wonder his father had appreciated and valued Qin Qianluo so much when he was on the throne.
Looking back at the key moments of the past, the heartfelt words expressed by Qin Qianluo are like brilliant stars in the night sky, illuminating the path forward.
The courage and fortitude she displayed were like an unbreakable city wall, resisting all potential crises.
Qin Qianluo is undoubtedly a solid support, the key to protecting one's life in times of crisis.
Thinking this, Ning Chenyi's smile spread uncontrollably, like a flower quietly blooming under the warm spring sun.
His lips curled up in a smile, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride, as if he could see a bright future where the country was stable and he could rest easy.
However, His Highness's ministers were completely unaware of the Emperor's inner transformation.
They were still immersed in the tense atmosphere of that heated debate, their faces solemn and their expressions serious, each still holding onto their own viewpoints.
At this moment, however, he was stunned into silence by the emperor's sudden and inexplicable smile.
They slightly raised their heads, cautiously glancing at the emperor on the dragon throne out of the corner of their eyes, their eyes filled with doubt and worry.
Just moments ago, the atmosphere was tense and on the verge of exploding over matters of the court. How could the Emperor suddenly reveal such an incomprehensible smile?
To them, that smile seemed veiled in mystery, carrying a hint of eeriness.
The ministers exchanged a quick, unspoken glance, their eyes conveying the same worry and unease.
Could it be that the Emperor has lost his mind or even gone mad from their fierce argument just now?
This is no small matter that can be easily ignored! If their argument gets too heated and causes the Emperor to lose his health or suffer any mishap, it could be disastrous.
So, in the future, in front of whom can they still argue? Oh no, I mean, in front of people who can they freely express their opinions on matters of national importance?
Where else can they engage in those fierce debates for the prosperity and long-term stability of the country?
Although they were convinced that it was by no means a meaningless argument, but an important debate concerning the fate of the nation.
Fortunately, Ning Chenyi was completely absorbed in his own thoughts and was oblivious to the bizarre and absurd ideas in the minds of the ministers.
Otherwise, given his current state of mind—exhausted and agitated by the court intrigues—coupled with this vexing headache, he would likely have truly lost his temper.
He threw down the heavy crown that symbolized imperial power and resolutely quit.
The court was left in a state of chaos and disorder, with these ministers who usually argued endlessly and held their own opinions.
Go and face the complex and multifaceted affairs of the nation yourself, experience the hardships of governing the country, and see if they will still quarrel so fiercely over trivial matters.
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