However, this seemingly simple and pure idea is full of beautiful expectations for the future.
However, it was like a tangled ball of silk, tightly binding Pan Wei and plunging him into hesitation and struggle for several days.
After all, he was in a foreign land, and his status was noble and special, so his every move was under close scrutiny from various forces.
If one is not careful, this sensitive and delicate situation could be given a different interpretation and deeper meaning, causing unnecessary trouble.
Moreover, buying seeds seems like an ordinary, mundane activity, nothing more than a trivial matter in daily life.
In reality, there may be many unpredictable speculations, doubts, and undercurrents lurking behind the scenes.
But the hope and vitality that those seeds carried for the future of Miao territory were like a powerful magnet, deeply attracting him and making it difficult for him to part with them.
It was as if an invisible force was driving him to waver between reason and emotion.
Finally, after countless sleepless nights of internal deliberation and intense, storm-like ideological struggles,
Pan Wei clenched his teeth tightly, as if he were gathering all his strength, determined to break through all his worries and anxieties with this unwavering resolve.
His gaze was firm, like the North Star twinkling in the night sky, his mind made up.
He resolutely strode towards the palace, ready to meet the emperor and express his intentions.
At this moment, in the majestic and magnificent imperial palace, inside the resplendent palace, the emperor sat on the dragon throne, leisurely reviewing the memorials.
Upon hearing the eunuch's hurried report, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his deep eyes.
According to the detailed and timely reports submitted daily by officials of the Ministry of Rites.
These past few days, Pan Wei has been taking his little princess and holy maiden on a joyous tour of the capital, as if they were in a never-ending feast of happiness.
They strolled through the bustling streets and lingered among the famous historical sites, fully enjoying the prosperity and liveliness of the capital city.
Today, however, they suddenly came to pay their respects without any warning, which is really puzzling, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples of doubt.
Although the emperor was filled with doubts, as if shrouded in a fog, he was the ruler of a country.
He has always maintained a magnanimous mind, a calm and wise demeanor, and a kingly composure in the face of danger.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, seemed to pierce through the layers of mist. After a moment's thought, he gently waved his hand, his voice steady and authoritative.
He instructed Eunuch Li, who stood respectfully beside him with his head bowed, "Yes, invite him in."
Eunuch Li immediately bowed and accepted the order, his face showing obedience, and he took small but steady steps.
Like a well-trained carrier pigeon, it hurried to meet Pan Wei, and its figure quickly disappeared into the palace corridors.
With a heart full of tangled emotions, Pan Wei followed closely behind Eunuch Li, slowly stepping into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
The moment you step through the palace gates, a solemn and dignified atmosphere washes over you, and the floor paved with gold bricks is as smooth as a mirror.
The reflections of the carved beams and painted rafters inside the palace showcase the unparalleled majesty and nobility of the royal family in every detail.
However, at this moment, his heart was in turmoil, like a stormy sea, and he could not calm down.
He forced a smile onto his face, a smile that seemed enthusiastic, trying to conceal the surging anxiety and turmoil in his heart.
Upon closer inspection, one can discern a hint of stiffness and forcedness in that smile.
At this moment, his heart felt like a small boat adrift on a vast ocean amidst a raging storm.
Relentlessly battered by the surging waves, it was tossed up and down, swayed left and right, finding no stability whatsoever.
Although they had already entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the situation was as if it were a foregone conclusion, and the die was cast.
But the turmoil in his heart was like a raging undercurrent, still churning endlessly. But things had come to this point, and there was no way out. He had no room for regret.
Upon entering the hall, Pan Wei took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He then straightened his carefully prepared attire and respectfully performed a solemn salute.
He knelt on both knees, head bowed, his movements meticulous, showing the utmost respect for the emperor.
After the Emperor bestowed a seat upon him, Pan Wei did not rush to answer any questions the Emperor might raise.
He slightly raised his head, his gaze, filled with caution and probing, quietly landing on the Emperor's face.
His eyes were like a fine sieve, not missing a single subtle change in the emperor's expression.
The emperor's face was calm, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, forming a faint smile. His eyes held a leisurely and contented expression, indicating that he was in a very good mood.
Seeing this, Pan Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding with anxiety.
(In the time imbued with the fragrance of ink, a child's heart is like a butterfly specimen hidden between the pages of a book, preserving an everlasting beauty.)
May every dawn and dusk thereafter, when we open the grand book of life, be filled with candy-colored adventures between the words.
Beneath the dome constructed of words, there will always be a secret garden of its own, where innocence and fantasy bloom in all seasons.
Happy Children's Day! May all those who cherish books forever retain this pure and gentle spirit.
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