Like a flowing silver river, it exudes a chilling majesty.
They stood tall and straight, like ancient pine trees, riding tall and strong steeds.
The horses raised their heads and neighed, pawing the ground with their hooves, their manes flying in the wind, displaying boundless vitality and wildness.
The wheels rolled on, making a deep, rhythmic sound, like the heartbeat of the earth.
The rising dust obscured the sky, like a thick yellow veil, shrouding the massive procession and adding an air of mystery and solemnity.
From a high vantage point, the procession resembles a winding, coiled dragon, slowly traversing the vast land.
They marched majestically toward their destination, drawing awe and reverence from the people wherever they went.
Qin Qianluo's resentment towards participating in the Spring Search has accumulated year after year, growing heavier and heavier like layers of mountains.
She really didn't want to go to the hunting grounds with the group.
However, as long as she was in the capital, the Emperor Emeritus's authority, weathered by time yet still unquestionable, and the current Emperor's decrees issued by imperial power, were still present.
Like two unshakeable, towering mountains, she was strictly ordered to participate.
Despite her overwhelming helplessness and reluctance, Qin Qianluo could only struggle in vain, like a bird trapped in a cage, and dared not even entertain the thought of disobeying the imperial decree.
After all, in this hierarchical and rule-bound palace, imperial orders are paramount.
Like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead, the slightest carelessness could lead to utter ruin.
Disobeying the emperor's orders not only meant personal destruction but could also implicate the entire family. She was well aware of the consequences and could only silently endure this helplessness.
At this moment, she was languidly inside the lavishly decorated carriage.
The interior of the carriage was so exquisitely decorated that it resembled a masterpiece of art, a beautiful and movable boudoir.
The carriage was furnished with soft, cloud-like brocade quilts and blankets, on which exquisitely embroidered patterns of flowers, birds, fish, and insects were depicted with lifelike detail.
The delicate, vibrant flowers seemed to exude a fragrant aroma; the lively birds appeared ready to take flight at any moment.
The lively fish seem to be swimming happily in the water; the adorable insects seem to be leaping among the grass.
The car was filled with a faint, elegant fragrance, its aroma delicate and pleasant, like a spring breeze gently caressing one's face.
It brings a sense of tranquility and comfort, as if it can isolate you from all the noise and disturbances of the outside world.
Qin Qianluo gently nestled half of her body into Su Jinyun's arms, who was engrossed in reading, her eyes slightly closed, her expression serene on the surface.
It was as if I was immersed in this moment of tranquility, enjoying this warm and cozy time.
But in reality, she was taking advantage of this seemingly tranquil atmosphere to vent her frustrations to Feng Qingyun in her heart.
"Rainbow Dash, why is this? How come once someone ascends to that supreme, revered throne..."
How could someone become so hopelessly obsessed with hunting?
Look at this, all year round, in all four seasons, we have to go to the hunting grounds. There are spring hunts, summer scavenging, autumn hunting, and winter hunting. Each season has its own specific hunting activities.
It was as if it were a predetermined, unchangeable ritual.
Moreover, the hunting grounds we visited were all different, each with its own unique scenery and prey, but I just couldn't feel any enjoyment from them.
I really racked my brains but couldn't figure out how he didn't get annoyed.
Year after year, it's the same every year, and it's been the same for so many years. Can't we come up with some new ideas?
How about exploring some different activities and doing something else interesting?
To put it another way, could you please be understanding and not drag me into this?
I have absolutely no interest in hunting; every time I go, I find it incredibly boring and it's pure torture.
In that hunting ground, dust flew everywhere, and it was noisy and chaotic. One had to constantly watch their words and actions, afraid of being impolite; it was incredibly uncomfortable.
Listening to Qin Qianluo's plaintive and muttering complaints, her voice seemed to carry endless grievances, like threads entwining in the air.
A flame of indignation suddenly ignited in Feng Qingyun's bright eyes, and she immediately joined forces with the enemy without hesitation.
Her clear voice was full of anger as she spoke in rapid succession, "Hmph, in my opinion..."
The emperor was clearly disgusted with the mountain of daily, tedious state affairs and was filled with thoughts of escaping.
I have absolutely no desire to deal with those damn political affairs in a proper manner.
That's why he racked his brains and put in a lot of effort to come up with these four seemingly grand and respectable hunting expeditions: Spring Hunt, Summer Seedling Hunt, Autumn Hunt, and Winter Hunt.
In reality, it's just an excuse to be lazy and have fun. There are only four seasons in a year, and he uses hunting as a pretext to sneak out and relax every single season.
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