You can sit quietly in the courtyard, watch the clouds drift across the sky, and feel the leisurely and peaceful passage of time.
Completely distanced themselves from the intricate power struggles and arduous political affairs of the imperial court.
However, the trajectory of fate is always full of absurdity and unpredictability, like an elusive dream.
Just before Qin Qianluo was meticulously preparing and eagerly anticipating presenting her resignation memorial, bidding farewell to her long and tiring court life, it was time to bid her final farewell.
An imperial edict, like a sudden thunderclap, exploded without warning over the Prince Zhao's residence.
At that time, the warm sunlight filtered through the lush trees in the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, casting dappled shadows.
The imperial eunuch, dressed in bright clothes, walked slowly into the courtyard with light, quick steps.
He cleared his throat, and his high-pitched voice instantly echoed in the air.
Every word seemed to carry an unquestionable authority: "By the mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: I hereby appoint Qin Qianluo as Regent Prince to assist me in handling state affairs and bringing peace to the realm..."
Qin Qianluo's originally calm face, upon hearing this decree, was like a lake surface thrown with a boulder, rippling with layers of astonishment and helplessness.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. When she came to her senses, she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
A long-suppressed feeling of pent-up frustration surged within her chest like a raging undercurrent.
She felt indignant in her heart, wondering what the royal family's true intentions were.
Did they really intend to confine her like a canary in the magnificent yet restrictive cage of the imperial court, never to be freed for the rest of her life?
I have been like an old horse carrying a heavy load, tirelessly working and dedicating my whole life to this court. Isn't that enough?
Countless days and nights, she struggled in the vortex of the court, exhausting her energy and heart for the stability of the empire and the well-being of the people.
Now that the new emperor has finally ascended the throne, he thought he could retire gracefully and enjoy a peaceful old age.
Unexpectedly, this imperial edict has ruthlessly dragged us back into this land of conflict. Isn't this blatant mistreatment of the elderly?
Thinking back to those days, when the Emperor's grandfather, that awe-inspiring former Emperor, was in power, I was a very young man.
It was like a clueless child caught in the turbulent vortex of the imperial court.
There, the struggle for power is like a raging storm, threatening to devour people at any moment. One can only cautiously grope one's way forward, each step filled with hardship and helplessness.
Now that the new emperor is like this, are these three generations of the family going to keep Qin Qianluo trapped in the cage of the court for the rest of her life, with no hope of ever getting ahead?
The more Qin Qianluo thought about it, the angrier she became. She clenched her teeth, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and her teeth made a grinding sound, as if she wanted to vent all her resentment through her teeth.
Finally, she barely managed to squeeze out a few words, accepting the decree with great reluctance and unwillingness.
After receiving the imperial decree, the anger in Qin Qianluo's heart burned even more fiercely, as if a bucket of hot oil had been poured on it.
She disregarded all etiquette and decorum, and her originally steady and elegant steps became rapid and forceful.
He turned abruptly and strode angrily toward the palace.
Her eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire, and each step she took seemed to use all her strength as she stomped heavily on the ground.
It was as if he wanted to transmit the resentment in his heart to the depths of the earth through his footsteps.
His menacing appearance was like that of an enraged lion, with a thousand troops seemingly echoing behind him, as if he were about to fight to the death against the unknown predicament.
Su Jinyun witnessed all of this and inwardly cried out that something was wrong. She subconsciously reached out to stop Qin Qianluo.
Her hand shot out like lightning, but she only managed to grasp a wisp of air carrying Qin Qianluo's angry aura.
Watching Qin Qianluo's resolute back, Su Jinyun was extremely anxious, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on her forehead.
She knew that Qin Qianluo's resentment was about to erupt like a volcano, but she was also worried that she would rush into the palace.
What impulsive things might someone do in a fit of rage, leading to unforeseen trouble?
Left with no other choice, Su Jinyun hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled clothes and anxiously followed closely behind Qin Qianluo.
As she jogged, she silently prayed that everything would calm down and that no irreparable accident would occur.
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