After receiving the imperial decree, Qin Qianluo was also filled with doubt and curiosity.
In her mind, becoming the Crown Princess was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Second Princess.
Not only can they realize their ambitions and ideals, but they can also bring honor to their ancestors and contribute to the prosperity of the dynasty.
However, why did the second princess seem uninterested in this, and even show obvious resistance?
Filled with confusion and curiosity, Qin Qianluo dared not delay and immediately rushed into the palace.
After meeting Ning Yuanhe, Qin Qianluo sat down with her in a quiet and elegant palace.
Inside the palace, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and soft light streamed through the windows, bathing the two of them in a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.
Qin Qianluo began a heart-to-heart conversation with Ning Yuanhe in a gentle and caring tone.
At first, Ning Yuanhe was somewhat reserved, and her words were hesitant and evasive.
But under Qin Qianluo's patient and sincere guidance, she gradually opened her heart and poured out her confusion and worries.
As the conversation deepened, Qin Qianluo finally uncovered the hidden truth behind it all, and the truth once again pointed the finger at the heinous Shou Zhuo.
It turns out that ever since Shou Zhuo successfully absorbed Prince Xiao's soul and possessed Prince Xiao's body like a ghost, he began to secretly and meticulously plan a conspiracy against Ning Yuanhe.
He took every opportunity, like a cunning and treacherous poisoner, to gradually instill in Ning Yuanhe the absurd idea that "women are inferior to men."
In the dead of night, he would try to distort Ning Yuanhe's perception through subtle hints and seemingly casual conversations.
In their daily interactions, he openly conveyed similar views, attempting to infiltrate and imprison Ning Yuanhe's mind in various ways.
He was eloquent and used all sorts of dubious reasons to try to convince Ning Yuanhe that women were born to submit to men and should not covet power.
Once a woman enters the realm of power, she is violating natural law and morality, and will inevitably bring disaster upon herself.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo felt a deep sense of emotion once again. She secretly rejoiced that Shouzhuo had been completely shattered and vanished, and could no longer cause trouble in the world.
If such an evil person, who is full of wickedness and attempts to overthrow the righteous path of the world, were to ascend the throne, it would surely be a catastrophe for all women in the world.
Women across the world may be deprived of their rightful rights, plunged into misery, and suffer endless hardship and torment.
Their dignity will be trampled, their freedom will be restricted, and the entire world's order will be turned upside down, plunging into chaos and darkness.
At this moment, Ning Yuanhe blinked her beautiful and lively eyes, which were as bright as stars, with a hint of worry and confusion in her gaze.
It's like a pebble being thrown into a clear lake, creating ripples.
She bit her lip slightly, her lips turning a pale white from the inner turmoil.
He whispered to Qin Qianluo, "Your Highness, is this really feasible?"
That heretical Taoist once said that if a woman is too attached to power, she might displease her father, and the people of the world might criticize him for being immoral.
I neither wish to offend my father, nor can I bear to see him criticized by the people because of me.
Her voice was soft and melodious, like a babbling brook in the mountains, yet it carried a hint of helplessness and melancholy, as if bearing a heavy burden.
Every word was filled with her inner struggle and pain, and her voice echoed slowly in the quiet palace, as if telling a helpless story.
Upon hearing Ning Yuanhe's worried and struggling words, Qin Qianluo's thoughts paused slightly, and she seemed to fall into a brief moment of contemplation.
A moment later, she slowly came to her senses, and a very gentle and infectious smile instantly bloomed on her face.
That smile was like the brightest and warmest sunshine in spring, pouring down in a gentle and warm manner.
It seemed to possess a magical power to dispel all the gloom and coldness in the world, instantly bathing the entire palace in a warm atmosphere.
Her movements were gentle and graceful, each subtle gesture seemingly meticulously crafted.
He was afraid that the slightest carelessness would disturb the delicate and sensitive second princess in front of him, who was as fragile as a flower.
She slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers like the tender new branches of a willow in spring, exuding a natural gentleness and agility.
The hand gently landed on the second princess's head, like a breeze caressing flower petals, tenderly stroking it.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
