A hint of weariness and vicissitude involuntarily appeared in her eyes, traces of the relentless erosion of time and a testament to the trials and tribulations of life.
She sighed softly and continued, "Now this old minister is old and frail, and knows that his days are numbered."
It's time to find a proper place to erect a cenotaph for Qianluo from back then.
Upon hearing the name "Qianluo," Su Jinyun's voice choked instantly, and tears welled up in her eyes, as if this name carried all the joys and sorrows and longings of her life.
She trembled slightly, trying to calm the turbulent emotions surging within her. After a long while, Su Jinyun's gaze returned to the Emperor.
Her eyes glistened with tears, filled with anticipation and sorrow, as if she had placed all her last hopes on the emperor.
Her voice trembled slightly, and she said with deep emotion, "This old minister thinks that in the future, dust will return to dust, and ashes to ashes."
If I could have some of her personal belongings by my side, it would be enough to fulfill my life's longing and prevent me from feeling too lonely in the afterlife.
A single tear, like a crystal, rolled down her cheek unexpectedly as Su Jinyun's words, filled with endless affection and sorrow, fell.
In the almost deathly quiet imperial study, the sound of that tear falling seemed to be amplified infinitely by an invisible force.
Like a sigh of utter grief, it struck Ning Yuanhe's heart again and again like a heavy hammer.
Ning Yuanhe's heart was like a wisp of silk hanging above a bottomless abyss, fragile and taut.
At this moment, as the tear fell, it suddenly sank and slowly fell, as if being pulled by an invisible, heavy force.
As expected, Ning Yuanhe already knew clearly why Su Jinyun insisted on entering the Imperial Study despite her advanced age and frail health.
Her heart was in turmoil, a jumble of thoughts and emotions, and she desperately wanted to refuse the request.
However, Su Jinyun referred to herself as "old minister" from beginning to end, and every time she said "old minister," it was like a sharp sword piercing straight into Ning Yuanhe's heart.
This was clearly a conversation between her, the former Left Chancellor, and the Emperor, in an unquestionable, solemn, and serious manner.
Under such circumstances, even though Ning Yuanhe, as the emperor, had a thousand unwillingnesses and ten thousand helplessness in his heart, he really found it difficult to muster the courage to refuse.
Ning Yuanhe's gaze involuntarily fell on Su Jinyun, whose eyes were red and whose expression was sorrowful.
Looking at Su Jinyun's face, weathered by time and pain, it was as if one could see a series of bittersweet memories of the past.
Her own vision gradually blurred without her realizing it, and a hazy mist rose quietly, slowly obscuring everything in front of her.
Just like her confused and conflicted state of mind at this moment.
Until a warm tear slowly slid down her fair cheek.
Carrying the complex emotions that she had suppressed deep inside, it landed heavily on the back of her hand.
That instant warmth was like a scorching hot iron, instantly burning deep into her heart.
It made her body tremble slightly involuntarily, as if she had been struck by an electric current.
Over the years, a tacit understanding seemed to have been reached between the court and the government, and no one dared to easily touch upon the matter behind Qin Qianluo.
Following this tacit understanding, Ning Yuanhe pretended to be confused, carefully burying the deep, heart-wrenching pain deep within her heart.
It's like planting a seed that could sprout at any moment and pierce your heart.
Every unintentional touch caused her excruciating pain, as if a wound had been torn open.
However, today, Su Jinyun deliberately dragged her aging body, which was no longer strong, step by step, into the palace, and spoke to her about this matter with a solemn and heartbroken expression.
This seed, buried for so long, was as if awakened by a sudden storm, and it sprouted from the soil in an instant.
The pain in her heart surged like a raging tide, almost overwhelming her.
She understood deeply that the pain in Su Jinyun's heart was something she could never truly empathize with.
After all, Qin Qianluo was the love of Su Jinyun, with whom she had spent half her life, and whose love was as deep as the sea. She was the irreplaceable meaning in Su Jinyun's life.
The relationship between Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo is like the intricate root system of a towering tree.
They are deeply and firmly rooted in each other's lives, becoming an indispensable part of each other's lives.
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