What is tacitly understood is that, in the long years that have passed, not a single person has proposed building a cenotaph for the regent.
It's as if as long as they don't do that, Qin Qianluo will still exist vividly in everyone's hearts, and will return calmly as before at some unexpected moment.
Standing before the crowd once more, she leads the Zhaoning Kingdom towards a brighter and more glorious future with her exceptional wisdom and decisive decisions.
The Kingdom of Zhaoning is waiting, and so is the Emperor.
The young emperor held firm to his belief that he had plenty of time to wait for the moment when that miracle would happen.
When Qin Qianluo once again set foot on this land she deeply cherished.
Time flies like an arrow, passing by in the blink of an eye, and many years slip by quietly.
The now very old Su Jinyun, after returning from the border, stepped into the palace that held countless memories and supreme power for the first time.
At that time, Ning Yuanhe was in the Imperial Study, concentrating on dealing with a mountain of government affairs.
Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice, falling on her focused face and revealing her slightly furrowed brows.
Upon hearing the eunuch rush in and whisper the news that Su Jinyun had come to the palace to request an audience, she abruptly stopped writing with the vermilion pen she was using to review memorials.
A drop of thick ink fell silently, leaving a small, irregular dark stain on the white Xuan paper, much like the turbulent emotions she was experiencing at that moment.
Su Jinyun's figure is no longer as tall and lithe as it once was; time, like a merciless carving knife, has left deep and indelible marks on her.
Her back was slightly hunched, like an old tree that had weathered many storms; though it still stood tall and resilient, it could not hide the vicissitudes of time.
Although his steps were still steady and powerful, each step carried a slowness and solemnity that he had never experienced before, as if each step carried the weight of time.
Her head was full of pure silver hair, neatly and tidyly coiled at the back of her head, with an antique jade hairpin on her bun.
Its warm luster reveals the sedimentation of time, adding a touch of solemnity and depth.
She wore a plain-colored robe, the wide sleeves swaying gently as she walked, like withered leaves drifting in the wind, yet carrying a sense of resilience and indomitable spirit after enduring hardships.
As Ning Yuanhe watched Su Jinyun slowly approach, her eyes involuntarily reddened slightly, and a complex mix of emotions welled up in her heart.
She understood deeply that Su Jinyun's heart was filled with resentment, a resentment like a seed buried deep in her heart.
Nourished by the years, it has long since taken root, sprouted, and grown into a towering tree that blocks out the sun.
This resentment was not only directed at Zhaoning Kingdom, but also at her own deep self-blame and regret for being powerless to reverse the situation when Qin Qianluo left.
Since returning from the border, Su Jinyun has secluded herself in the Regent's Palace, like a wounded goose licking its wounds alone, refusing any contact with the outside world.
Apart from Mu Yunxi, no one else is allowed to step into the Regent's Palace.
She was immersed in her own world all day long, bearing the immense pain of losing Qin Qianluo alone, as if the whole world had collapsed and only the four walls of the Prince's Mansion were her everything.
Mu Yunxi, a former warrior who once dominated the battlefield, still retains her superb martial arts skills despite the marks that time has left on her.
In order to see Su Jinyun, she actually used all her skills to climb over the wall and enter the Regent's Palace.
Every night, when all was quiet, Mu Yunxi would use her lightness skill to quietly scale the high walls of the Prince's mansion like a ghost, and reunite with Su Jinyun.
Su Jinyun was helpless about this and could only let her do as she pleased. After all, if the wall were really raised, given Mu Yunxi's stubborn and obstinate nature, she might accidentally fall and hurt her old bones.
But that would give her a reason to stay in the Regent's Palace and not leave, which would likely cause even more trouble.
The Imperial Preceptor Yu Ji, too, gradually aged in the long river of time, like a flower that blooms and then withers.
After returning from the border, she resolutely chose to retreat to the mountains and forests, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, like a weary bird returning to its nest, seeking inner peace and tranquility.
She ceased to concern herself with worldly affairs, as if she had quietly vanished from the world, and no further news of her came.
Ning Yuanhe respected Yu Ji's choice and did not want to disturb her secluded life. Over the years, she has not sent anyone to search for her whereabouts.
Every year, as long as I receive a letter from Yu Ji from the mountains and know that she is doing well in that peaceful place, I feel a sense of comfort.
It was as if the letter from afar was an invisible thread connecting the past and the present, preventing her from forgetting the years when they fought side by side.
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