Upon leaving the palace, Pei Yanci immediately decided to head to the Regent's Palace.
He was extremely anxious and worried, and desperately wanted to discuss countermeasures with Qin Qianluo as soon as possible to find a way to resolve the current predicament.
However, after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped as if struck by an invisible force.
He slightly raised his head and looked up at the sky, which was a clear, deep blue, yet seemed to conceal endless gloom.
He sighed softly, a sigh filled with helplessness, heaviness, and worry, as if he were exhaling all the pent-up frustrations in his heart with that breath.
Finally, he slowly turned around, dragging his slightly tired body, which seemed to be bent by a heavy burden, and walked step by step toward his mansion.
He knew very well that the Emperor Emeritus and the Empress Dowager had decided to go, and Su Jinyun would go with them.
If I were to insist on embarking on this journey, certain unscrupulous individuals in the court who covet power would surely seize the opportunity to stir up trouble.
Like hungry wolves smelling blood, they are eager to disrupt the court order and seek personal gain. The situation is likely to get out of control, descend into chaos, and become difficult to suppress.
Over the years, the court has appeared calm and peaceful on the surface, but in reality, undercurrents are surging and crises are lurking everywhere.
Corrupt officials are like rats hiding in dark corners, secretly carrying out their shady dealings.
Although it was not publicized, it did exist, like a malignant tumor eroding the foundation of the court.
There are many who crave power; they are like hungry wolves, always coveting higher positions, and will stop at nothing to satisfy their own desires.
However, with Qin Qianluo presiding over the court, she was like a towering mountain, steadily suppressing the court.
This will deter those with ulterior motives from taking any action, even if they are tempted to do so.
If Qin Qianluo can return safely this time, the court will maintain its current stable situation.
Those with ill intentions will naturally not dare to show their faces easily, and everything will be peaceful.
But if something were to happen to her and she were unable to return, the court would urgently need officials who could suppress those people.
After all, for the emperor alone to try to control the entire court is like trying to shoulder an immense burden by himself—an extremely difficult and almost impossible task.
As Pei Yanci thought of this, a chilling glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, like an icicle in the cold night, exuding a terrifying ferocity and determination.
He was secretly furious. Those people had been living too comfortably and had become so pampered that they dared to act so recklessly.
Greedily coveting more power, they completely disregarded the safety of the country and the suffering of the people.
When the retired emperor ascended the throne, he vigorously reformed the court, ruthlessly dealing with many officials who harbored disloyal intentions.
They deterred those who harbored ill intentions with strong measures.
But how long has it been? Some people are so forgetful, forgetting the pain once the wound has healed.
His greedy nature was eventually exposed, and like a clown, he lurked in the shadows, plotting to stir up trouble again.
The sky over Beijing seemed to be shrouded in a sudden haze, just like a brightly colored painting that had been maliciously splashed with ink, turning it gray and dull.
The once clear and azure sky was instantly covered by layers upon layers of thick clouds.
The clouds pressed down on the earth like heavy lead blocks, as if to imprison all things in the world in this oppressive, almost suffocating atmosphere.
This oppressive feeling was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts, making every breath difficult and heavy.
The ministers found themselves in this heavy, leaden atmosphere, and their minds were filled with various speculations.
They knew that beneath this seemingly calm surface, undercurrents were surging, and a huge storm might be brewing quietly.
However, they were like travelers lost in a thick fog, vaguely sensing the approaching danger, yet bewildered and at a loss, unsure how to break through this predicament.
Faced with this unknown and ever-changing situation, all they can do is to perform their duties diligently and meticulously with a more rigorous and focused attitude.
They hope that their seemingly small efforts, when combined, can form a powerful force.
To share some of the heavy and arduous burden on the shoulders of the Emperor and the Regent, and to do our part for the country during this turbulent time.
Time flies like an arrow; the seven days passed in the blink of an eye, as if it were just a short and illusory dream.
During these short but intense seven days, Qin Qianluo sent the materials she had painstakingly compiled over countless days and nights to the palace one after another, as if they were precious treasures.
These materials are like a magnificent treasure trove containing endless wisdom and riches, with complex and abundant content.
It covers many fields such as politics, economics, culture, military, and science and technology.
Many of these materials are not immediately useful; they are more like seeds that Qin Qianluo has carefully planted for the long-term development of Zhaoning Kingdom.
In the long river of time, they wait for the right moment to take root, sprout, bloom into beautiful flowers, and bear abundant fruit.
Originally, Qin Qianluo planned to solemnly and respectfully hand over these invaluable documents to the royal family only after she had passed away peacefully at the end of her life.
That was the last profound and precious gift she left for the country as an old minister who had experienced many trials and tribulations and had deep affection for the country and its people.
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