She could hardly imagine how much courage Su Jinyun had mustered and how many sleepless nights she had endured.
Only then can one face this abyss-like pain and utter these words, each one filled with heartache and deep emotion.
Silence, like a thick and oppressive haze, spread freely in the air.
The atmosphere in the Imperial Study grew increasingly heavy, as if the entire world had been muted.
After a long while, the Emperor slightly raised his head, as if using all his strength, and slowly nodded.
The nodding motion seemed to carry an immense weight, each movement appearing incredibly difficult.
Her voice was unusually hoarse because of grief, helplessness, and the intense struggle deep within her heart.
It sounded like sandpaper rubbing against a rough wooden board, carrying a heartbreaking sense of vicissitude: "I have already made up my mind about this matter and will handle it properly."
The Regent has devoted his life to the country and his achievements are remarkable. He deserves to be buried in the imperial mausoleum and enjoy royal worship forever.
This arrangement, I suppose, is a fitting reward for her life's hard work. I wonder if the old Prime Minister finds it appropriate?
Upon hearing the Emperor's arrangement to bury Qianluo in the imperial mausoleum, Su Jinyun's heart was instantly stirred, and countless thoughts surged like a tide.
Her graceful figure will always be that agile silhouette that blends seamlessly with the wilderness, like a bird soaring freely.
They are fascinated by the vastness of the world and have an endless love for a life free from constraints.
She clearly remembered that every time Qianluo stepped into the wilderness, her eyes would light up with a dazzling light, a light even more radiant than the warm spring sun.
She ran freely in the wilderness, her hair flying in the wind, her silvery laughter echoing across every inch of the land, as if the whole world had become more beautiful because of her joy.
Such a beautiful scene seems worlds apart from the solemn and strictly regulated imperial mausoleum.
Therefore, as soon as the Emperor finished speaking, Su Jinyun almost instinctively wanted to refuse.
However, just as she slightly parted her lips, as if about to say something but then hesitated, she slowly raised her head and inadvertently met the Emperor's gaze.
At that moment, she seemed to be struck by an invisible force, and her whole body was slightly stunned.
She saw a pleading look in the Emperor's eyes, like a faint star twinkling in the deep night sky, revealing endless weariness and helplessness.
That look in her eyes was filled with deep respect and lingering reluctance for the regent, and also with the heavy responsibility she, as the ruler of a country, bore for the dignity of the nation and for this arrangement.
That glance struck Su Jinyun's heart like a heavy hammer.
The words of refusal that were on the tip of her tongue seemed to be tightly wrapped by an invisible film, making it impossible for her to utter them.
Yes, Zhaoning Kingdom, that is the kingdom that Qianluo painstakingly crafted with her whole life's blood, passion, and extraordinary wisdom.
Every inch of this land is soaked with Qianluo's hard work; every rise and fall is marked by Qianluo's painstaking efforts.
Qianluo's deep affection for Zhaoning Kingdom is like a surging river, endless and boundless; she has given her youth, dreams, and even her life to it.
They have given everything without reservation to this land and the millions of people who live on it.
If Qianluo could travel through time and space and stand before them at this moment, with her sincere heart that cares for the world and is dedicated to selfless service.
They would surely understand and gladly agree to the Emperor's arrangement.
For Qianluo, who had spent her life working tirelessly for the Zhaoning Kingdom, enduring countless trials and tribulations, and was physically and mentally exhausted, being buried in the imperial mausoleum was a blessing.
Perhaps it truly is an ideal resting place where she can peacefully find peace.
In that solemn and majestic imperial mausoleum, guarded by the eternal silence of time, she will be completely far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.
In the embrace of tranquility, one can enjoy eternal rest, like a traveler who has experienced many hardships finally finding his own peaceful harbor.
Thinking of this, Su Jinyun felt a mix of emotions, including deep heartache for Qianluo and a sense of helplessness and acceptance of this arrangement.
Her eyes were slightly red, and she nodded slowly, her voice trembling slightly.
It was as if every word carried a thousand unspoken words: "This old minister thanks Your Majesty for your consideration. If Qianluo knew of this arrangement in the afterlife, she would surely smile with joy."
From then on, he would rest in peace in the afterlife, free from all turmoil; that would be the best ending for him.
Su Jinyun paused slightly, her gaze softening and becoming more tender, as if she had pierced through the mists of time and space to see every moment she had spent with Qianluo.
Those beautiful memories unfolded before her eyes like a series of paintings.
Then, she spoke slowly, her voice soft yet full of determination and anticipation, like a new bud breaking through the soil in spring, carrying a tenacious vitality.
"However, this old minister has one more request—if His Majesty would grant me permission to be buried with Qianluo after my death, that would be my last wish in this life."
This matter has disturbed Your Majesty's ears; I humbly request Your Majesty's leniency.
The moment the Emperor's gaze fell upon Su Jinyun's nod, the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart since Su Jinyun entered the palace seemed to be slowly lifted by an invisible force, finally settling to the ground.
She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, her breath filled with a sense of ease, and then agreed without hesitation.
The affection between Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo is as majestic as a high mountain and as deep as the ocean, unbreakable and enduring, and their marriage was even ordered by the Emperor himself.
It was only natural and proper for Su Jinyun to be buried next to Qin Qianluo; it was the final resting place that their deep affection, which had lasted through life and death, deserved.
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