In the seemingly prosperous but actually turbulent world of the capital, Ning Chenyi has recently found himself caught in an invisible net.
An indescribable sense of unease and anxiety haunted him relentlessly.
Just like the oppressive low pressure before a storm, it made him feel suffocated, and his heart was filled with fear and worry.
Su Jinyun vanished as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth, her whereabouts unknown, her fate uncertain, like a stone sinking into the sea, without a trace.
This left Ning Chenyi's heart constantly in suspense, unable to find peace.
Meanwhile, the distant border was shrouded in a chilling silence, like an isolated island forgotten by time, with not a single word escaping.
It was as if that war-torn land had been completely isolated from the outside world, and everything was swallowed up by endless silence, leaving everyone with only deep worry and speculation.
Although the streets and alleys of the capital still maintain their former liveliness and hustle and bustle, presenting a prosperous and peaceful appearance.
The streets and alleys are bustling with traffic, and pedestrians come and go like a tide.
The cries of vendors rose and fell, like a lively symphony of the marketplace, intertwined with the laughter of pedestrians and the rumble of carriages.
It fills every inch of space, playing the melody of life.
The shops are lined up one after another, displaying a dazzling array of all kinds of goods.
From exquisite silks to delicate porcelain, from fragrant delicacies to exquisite handicrafts, there is something for everyone.
People strolled among the crowds, enthusiastically selecting their favorite items, their faces beaming with satisfaction.
It seemed that everything in the world was as peaceful and beautiful as ever, and time continued to flow leisurely without any ripples.
However, Ning Chenyi, with his keen intuition, sensed that beneath this seemingly peaceful and joyful facade lay a deep crisis and unease.
He always felt that in those dark corners, invisible to the naked eye, there seemed to be a pair of cold, sinister eyes.
They watched him intently like ghosts, observing his every move.
That gaze seemed to carry a hint of coldness, piercing through layers of curtains and reaching the depths of his heart, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
It felt like having thorns in my back; every nerve was stretched to its limit, and I dared not relax for even a moment.
Even the slightest sound, or a casual glance from someone else, can instantly put him on alert.
It was as if a hidden conspiracy and danger lurked behind it, like a reef lurking beneath a calm lake, threatening to sink his ship of rule at any moment.
At this moment, Ning Chenyi's mind was like a tangled mess, full of knots and complexities, yet he couldn't make sense of it all.
He couldn't help but fall into deep thought. How wonderful it would be if Qin Qian were by his side.
In this precarious and perilous situation, Qin Qianluo's unique and mysterious abilities may become a guiding light for him as he gropes his way forward in the darkness.
It illuminates his path and helps him perceive the dangers lurking in the shadows.
By listening to her inner thoughts, we might be able to detect the undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface.
Like a lighthouse guiding him in the vast ocean, leading him away from reefs and whirlpools and leading him to a safe harbor.
Thinking of this, Ning Chenyi couldn't help but give a self-deprecating bitter laugh, a laugh filled with helplessness, bitterness, and self-mockery.
He was the ruler of a nation, basking in the highest glory, and shouldering the heavy responsibility of the well-being of all people and the rise and fall of the country.
Yet, at this critical juncture of changing times, they rely so heavily on a prince.
This over-reliance on others and lack of independent crisis management is hardly the behavior expected of a wise and capable monarch.
He understood deeply that as the ruler of a country, he could not be so weak, and could not always rely on the help of others.
He must rely on his own wisdom, courage, and strength to dispel the fog before him and deal with this complex, ever-changing, and perilous situation.
So he mustered his strength and tried to drive these distracting thoughts out of his mind.
He tried to rediscover the composure and fortitude that belonged to an emperor, focusing all his attention once again on the mountain of memorials piled up before him.
Just as he calmed down and immersed himself in the complicated and trivial administrative affairs, trying to find clues to solve the problem from the dense text,
Suddenly, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the Imperial Study.
The footsteps broke the silence in the imperial study, like a sudden downpour disrupting the calm surface of a lake.
Immediately afterwards, a young eunuch rushed in, his breathing unusually rapid, his chest heaving violently.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dampened his collar.
He immediately knelt down, his body trembling slightly, his hands on the ground, and respectfully and urgently reported, "Your Majesty, the Fifth Prince requests an audience."
Ning Chenyi was engrossed in the mountain of memorials, the dense, tiny characters seemingly endless, like mountains he had to climb over.
Upon hearing the eunuch's announcement, he slightly raised his eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed in his usually deep eyes.
Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
Deep in his memory, his fifth brother had always been like a hermit detached from the world, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the court as if it were something he could not touch.
Since leaving the palace and establishing his own residence, he has plunged headlong into the vast world of calligraphy and painting, becoming completely absorbed and enjoying it immensely.
I immerse myself in the ink-scented study every day, surrounded by masterpieces of calligraphy and painting from ancient times to the present, studying their brushstrokes, charm, composition, and structure.
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