I thought I'd give her this opportunity and bring her along so she could also experience this royal event.
Instead of being grateful, she was full of resentment and complained everywhere. She really doesn't know what's good for her.
After the emperor finished speaking, he gave a soft hum, and the breath he exhaled seemed to carry a hint of anger.
The expression on his face showed both helplessness at the Empress's sly smile and a hint of reproach towards Qin Qianluo.
The Empress's face rippled with a smile, as bright and warm as the spring sun, bathing the entire carriage in a soft glow.
Her eyes were filled with a light that blended gentleness and playfulness, a light that was lively and clever, as if it held countless little thoughts, and as dazzling as the stars twinkling in the night sky.
She slowly raised her slender, fair hand, each finger seemingly carved from fine jade.
Her movements were as gentle as a spring breeze gently brushing across a tranquil lake, without disturbing the emperor's hand that was lightly pinching her cheek.
Her palms were soft and warm, conveying a sense of comfort.
Then, she gently took the emperor's hand away and took his arm in a light touch.
With her head tilted slightly, her posture was elegant and playful, like a delicate flower swaying gently in the breeze.
She paused briefly, her lips parted slightly, as if carefully choosing each word, every breath flowing just right, and softened her tone.
Only then did she gently and softly advise in a voice as melodious as a nightingale's song, "Your Majesty, please don't get angry over such a trivial matter."
It's really not worth getting upset and harming your health.
King Zhao was merely muttering and complaining to himself.
It was not done in front of all the court officials or in public, but rather to openly and frankly criticize Your Majesty's faults.
Furthermore, King Zhao had no idea that we could hear what she was thinking.
She simply considered it a way to vent her pent-up frustrations and grievances in her own little private space.
Think about it, who in this world doesn't have occasional bouts of mood swings?
Occasionally venting to relieve stress is perfectly normal and human nature.
The Empress sighed softly, a sigh as gentle as a feather falling, carrying a hint of helplessness and pity.
She frowned slightly and continued, "Upon careful consideration, upon closer examination, it cannot be said that King Zhao is entirely to blame."
After all, they didn't say these words aloud, and in terms of etiquette, they were still able to keep to themselves and didn't overstep any boundaries.
Your Majesty has always been broad-minded, like the vast and boundless heaven and earth that encompass all things, able to accept all rivers and contain all things.
Why bother arguing with a young woman like her?
Just treat it as an amusing anecdote you heard by chance, and let it pass with a laugh. Don't let these trivial matters spoil your mood or ruin your rare trip.
As she spoke, the Empress raised her head slightly and gazed at the Emperor with her clear and affectionate eyes.
Her eyes were full of tenderness, as if she wanted to convey all the comfort to the emperor's heart through her gaze.
The Emperor sat upright in the moving carriage, listening to Qin Qianluo's endless heartfelt words. His resentment surged like a turbulent undercurrent, churning within him.
He gritted his teeth in silent resentment, his cheeks bulging as he strained, his teeth seemingly trying to chew up the anger.
He was furious, yet he knew perfectly well that he couldn't rashly punish her just because of this inner grumbling.
After all, these thoughts were only whispered in private and not spoken aloud.
If he were to get angry and punish him for this, it would inevitably make him appear narrow-minded and lacking in decorum as the emperor who reigns over the world.
But those annoying whispers, like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, lingered incessantly in my ears.
It seemed to be slowly gnawing away at his remaining rationality, making him extremely agitated, as if a million ants were crawling on his mind.
Left with no other choice, the emperor had to suppress the burning rage in his heart and pretend to be asleep.
He slowly closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling slightly, like two leaves shivering in the wind, trying to make his breathing long and steady.
He tried to appear as if he were already asleep, as if this would completely shut out the disturbing noises, and make it seem as if he and his ministers were all deaf to it.
He knew better than anyone that the other officials had always treated him with great respect and acted with utmost caution.
As if walking on thin ice, they would never dare to express their dissatisfaction with royal activities so boldly.
Even if he had some complaints in his heart, he couldn't hear them, so he just pretended they didn't exist. Out of sight, out of mind, he hoped to find a moment of peace in this dozing.
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