But after getting married, his ambitions, like the morning mist, gradually dissipated under the sunlight and were never mentioned again.
Instead, he and the princess, who shared his love of travel and was naturally free-spirited, embarked on a carefree journey, enjoying the freedom of the wind and the beauty of distant landscapes.
This situation is just like what happened to his father back then, who left him alone to bear all the responsibilities of this bustling yet complicated capital city and all the myriad affairs of state.
He was left in the eye of the storm of the court, struggling to navigate the pressures and challenges from all sides.
The three princesses each have their own life trajectories.
Some have already been betrothed to their ideal husbands, enjoying a simple yet warm happiness amidst their deep affection, like flowers blooming in spring, radiating their own unique beauty.
Some were still very young, like unpolished jade, growing up innocently under the protection of the palace, full of curiosity and longing for the outside world.
In the capital, the only person he could have some daily interaction with was his fifth brother, who loved quiet and was immersed in the world of calligraphy and painting.
Under such circumstances, Ning Chenxing's sudden entry into the palace undoubtedly threw a novel stone into his somewhat monotonous palace life.
His heart was filled with an irrepressible sense of novelty, so he naturally had no time to pay attention to other details.
But Li Gonggong, who had served the court for many years, was accustomed to the changing tides of the court, and whose mind was as intricate as a spider web.
However, he clearly saw the strange look that flashed in Ning Chenxing's eyes, as if he had keenly caught a dangerous signal in the darkness.
The moment he caught that look in his eyes, Eunuch Li felt a chill run down his spine, like a cold snake's tongue, from the soles of his feet straight up his back.
It sent a chill down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
It felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his heart; a sense of foreboding quickly enveloped him like a dark cloud.
They secretly began to speculate about the Fifth Prince's true purpose in coming here.
The sinister and determined look in his eyes was no accident; it seemed to foreshadow an impending storm, a storm that could change the course of the court.
Eunuch Li had a vague sense of unease. He subconsciously clenched his fist in front of him, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
As if this could give him some courage to face unknown dangers, his heartbeat quickened involuntarily, as if he was nervous about the unknown that was about to come.
Noticing Li Gonggong's unusual behavior, Ning Chenxing glanced at him discreetly out of the corner of her eye.
That gaze was like a cold blade, fleeting yet chilling, as if warning something.
He then quickly adjusted his expression, adopting a respectful and gentle demeanor, and bowed deeply to the Emperor, the angle of his bow being just right.
It demonstrates both the humility of a subject and his own demeanor.
His voice was clear and resonant, yet tinged with just the right amount of humility. He slowly said, "May Your Majesty be well!"
As dusk settles, the crabapple blossoms in the Imperial Garden are in full bloom. Your Majesty, I have come across a scroll of calligraphy from a previous dynasty, and mindful of Your Majesty's refined tastes, I have taken the liberty of bringing it here for your appraisal. I wonder if Your Majesty would allow me to disturb you for a moment at this hour?
Upon hearing Ning Chenxing's words, the Emperor felt as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a complex and strange sense of unease.
Over the long years of the past, he had spent a long time with his fifth brother, and had a thorough understanding of his temperament.
The fifth prince was like a devout believer when it came to appreciating calligraphy and painting, so persistent and strict that he was almost obsessive.
In his cognitive system, it seems as if he has built a temple of calligraphy and painting that belongs only to him, with a set of unique, unparalleled and almost harsh evaluation standards.
In ordinary times, whenever the topic of calligraphy and painting appreciation comes up, the fifth prince's eyes reveal a pickiness, and his words inadvertently reveal a sense of disdain.
All of this made the Emperor deeply understand that in the unfathomable realm of calligraphy and painting, there was a wide and profound chasm between them that was difficult to cross easily.
Those calligraphic works that are considered rare treasures by the world are, in the eyes of the Fifth Prince, sacred objects that are high above and not to be profaned.
He was immersed in his own world of calligraphy and painting, rarely sharing the pleasure of appreciating them with others, as if it were his own unique spiritual territory that outsiders could hardly enter.
Not to mention that she took the initiative to invite the emperor to appreciate it together, which was something that had never happened before in the emperor's memory.
However, today, this fifth prince, who has always been self-reliant and aloof in his appreciation of calligraphy and painting, has made such an unprecedented move, as if he has been reborn.
This sudden change was like a raging storm suddenly erupting on a calm lake, or a dazzling shooting star suddenly streaking across a tranquil night sky, which truly amazed the emperor.
The curiosity in my heart, like a flame ignited by a strong wind, instantly burned fiercely, and my curiosity spread wildly in my heart like vines.
But the emperor was, after all, broad-minded and cheerful by nature, possessing the magnanimity and composure that comes with being an emperor.
Although I felt strange and curious, I was unwilling to fall into a vortex of suspicion and conjecture based on this slight abnormality.
He tilted his head slightly back, puffed out his chest, and let out a hearty and infectious laugh.
The laughter was as loud as a bell, carrying an unquestionable majesty and nonchalance, echoing for a long time in the somewhat dull space of the Imperial Study.
It was as if it possessed a magical power that instantly dispelled this sudden sense of strangeness without a trace.
After laughing, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze full of gentleness and love, looking at Ning Chenxing as softly as the warm spring sun.
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