Upon seeing this scene, the ministers felt a sudden unease, an indescribable sense of surprise and unease spreading like vines quietly growing in spring.
It spread swiftly and subtly in my heart, lingering there in every strand.
Qin Qianluo, who had deliberately raised this question, felt a sudden sinking feeling in her heart upon witnessing this scene.
It was as if a massive boulder, weighing a ton, had suddenly and unexpectedly plunged into the abyss of her heart, pressing down on her chest and making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She subconsciously tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with urgency and worry, and quickly looked at Su Jinyun beside her.
From Su Jinyun's equally solemn and frosty expression, Qin Qianlu felt a strong sense of foreboding.
Like an overwhelming, unknown storm, carrying heavy gloom, it quietly descends from the distant horizon.
Su Jinyun frowned deeply, her brows furrowing as if they were an unsolvable mystery, her eyes revealing deep contemplation and vigilance.
Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was trying her best to suppress her inner unease.
She didn't say a word more, but subtly winked at the other ministers.
The ministers understood immediately. Although they had never personally experienced a situation where someone pretended not to hear anything to deceive Prince Jinrui Zhao.
But I had also heard about it from my elders or teachers.
However, we didn't hear about it very often at the time. After all, in everyone's mind, this kind of thing was not something honorable or worthy of being publicized, so we didn't take it too seriously.
But now, the gears of fate have quietly turned, and by sheer coincidence, they have actually encountered such a complicated situation.
Moreover, the object of his affections was changed to Prince Xiao, who bore the hopes for the future of the nation.
Although the situation is different from before, at least I had a chance to practice it firsthand.
They secretly thought that this rare experience would be something they could brag about to their children when they were old.
Oh no, it's about genuinely passing on valuable experience to children.
Let them know that the political landscape in the imperial court is far more unpredictable and treacherous than they imagine, filled with countless unforeseen variables.
And so, after a brief silence that seemed to vanish in an instant, the hall became lively once more.
The civil and military officials, as if the tense interlude had never happened, resumed their heated debate, each sticking to their own opinion.
In their speeches, some people spoke with great passion and their voices were so loud that they seemed to pierce the sky, trying to overwhelm the other party with their momentum.
Some people argued their points logically and clearly, their eyes revealing determination and confidence, as if what they were adhering to was the only truth.
They seemed to be fully engaged in this heated discussion, each expressing their own opinions and refusing to yield an inch for the future and destiny of the country.
This time, however, everyone carried a different thought: a cautious vigilance, as if walking on thin ice, each step filled with caution.
And the lingering anxiety about the unknown is like the persistent gloom in the sky before a storm, weighing heavily on my heart.
Looking at the scene before her, Qin Qianluo felt a mix of emotions and helplessly twitched the corner of her mouth.
His eyes were filled with speechless frustration at the seemingly lively yet secretly scheming argument among these people. He really didn't want to pay any more attention to their seemingly intense yet somewhat absurd scene.
Feng Qingyun was immersed in the profound realm of cultivation, her body enveloped in a soft and restrained light.
His aura flowed steadily and orderly, as if achieving a subtle resonance with the surrounding spiritual energy.
Her consciousness, as light as a feather, roamed freely in the vast and boundless spiritual world created by cultivation, exploring the endless abyss of power and mystery.
Just as she was lost in thought, Qin Qianluo's urgent question struck like a bolt of lightning carrying immense power.
With a sharp "crack," the tranquility was shattered without warning, instantly pulling her from her deep meditation state.
During one of Feng Qingyun's upgrades, a wondrous, dreamlike transformation occurred within the space.
At first, a faint wisp of spiritual energy seemed to seep in quietly from the cracks in time and space.
Like a winding stream in the mountains, though small, it contains a continuous source of life and vitality.
This spiritual energy spread leisurely along the textures and patterns of the space, initially appearing only as faint wisps.
Gradually, like wisps of rising mist, it filled the entire space.
The space was like a long-dried sponge, greedily absorbing the sudden spiritual energy, with every corner being gently caressed and nourished by it.
This spiritual energy gradually merged with the spiritual energy emanating from the spring water in the space, making the spiritual energy of the entire space increasingly rich.
Despite Feng Qingyun's best efforts and the use of everything she knew to explore, she was still unable to figure out where this spiritual energy came from.
However, for her, who had always longed to improve her strength and break through the bottleneck in her cultivation, this was a different story.
Being able to embark on the path of cultivation again is undoubtedly an invaluable gift bestowed by fate.
This is like a traveler who has been groping forward in the dark for a long time, suddenly seeing a glimmer of hope in the distance.
Unfortunately, after she stepped out of this spiritually rich space...
The cruel reality, however, stood like a cold, high wall, relentlessly blocking her way—she still couldn't unleash her spiritual power.
It was as if there was an invisible and indestructible barrier outside of space.
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