Su Jinyun bowed respectfully, her movements slow yet dignified.
Then, she slowly turned around, dragging her body, which was slightly unsteady from the erosion of time and pain, and left the Imperial Study step by step as if carrying a heavy burden.
Her silhouette, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun streaming through the window, appeared all the more lonely and weathered, like a painting sealed by time, telling endless stories.
The emperor's gaze followed the receding figure like a thread.
Vision gradually blurred without them noticing, as a thin mist, like a veil, quietly spread, rendering the whole world hazy and illusory.
Memories of the past surged forth like a tidal wave; some of the old ministers, with solemn faces and earnest words, instructed her on strategies for governing the country.
Some were kind and approachable, earnestly imparting to her the principles of conduct and interpersonal relationships.
Every expression, every word, is like an inscription engraved in my heart, so clear that it seems to echo right in my ears.
However, it seems to be separated by the long river of time, unreachable, and can only be pursued in memories.
Ning Yuanhe sighed softly, a sigh that sounded like the howling wind in the cold autumn night, carrying endless helplessness, emotion, and lament for the fleeting passage of time.
The echoes reverberated in the quiet and spacious Imperial Study, lingering for a long time.
The eunuchs serving nearby were like frightened birds, every nerve taut, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Over the years, the Emperor's temper has been as unpredictable as the weather in June, sometimes clear skies and bright sunshine, sometimes dark clouds and thunder, making him impossible to fathom.
Even for him, a senior eunuch who had served the emperor for many years and thought he knew the emperor's habits inside and out, it was becoming increasingly difficult to understand the emperor's joys and sorrows.
Fortunately, the emperor was kind and benevolent by nature, and not a cruel and bloodthirsty person. Otherwise, being in the sensitive and dangerous position of the chief eunuch, he would have to live in fear every day.
If one is constantly worried that the slightest carelessness in one's words or actions will bring about a fatal disaster, then life will surely be like walking on thin ice, trembling with fear, with every step filled with unknown dangers.
At this moment, the air in the Imperial Study seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible yet powerful hand, so stagnant that it was almost suffocating.
The somber atmosphere, like a heavy leaden cloud, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, making them feel as if they were in an airtight cage.
Ning Yuanhe was completely immersed in the depths of her emotional vortex. Memories of the past played out in her mind like vivid dramas.
Those difficult choices were like walking on the edge of a cliff; one wrong step and you would fall into an abyss of no return.
The infighting in the imperial court, the open and covert struggles among various factions, are like a surging undercurrent, constantly threatening the stability of the country.
The people's expectations, those pairs of eager eyes, were like countless bright lamps, illuminating her path forward, yet also making her deeply feel the weight of her responsibility.
All of this rushed into her mind like a tidal wave in that instant, leaving her thoughts in turmoil, her heart as chaotic as a tangled mess of threads.
The servants standing by were all very careful, not daring to breathe, their expressions as solemn as wooden or clay sculptures.
They were afraid of making the slightest sound, breaking the oppressive, almost frozen silence, and disturbing the emperor who was deep in thought.
They could only stand silently in place, their eyes revealing a hint of worry and helplessness, like a group of helpless bystanders watching the emperor struggle alone in the turmoil of emotions.
In this oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe, as if time had stood still.
A soft yet dazzling halo of light, like a magnificent flower suddenly blooming in the darkness, appeared silently without warning.
This halo exudes a warm and mysterious aura, as if it can dispel all the gloom and coldness in the world and bring light and hope.
The halo gradually condensed and contracted, the light becoming softer and brighter, and a cute black and white ball slowly appeared.
Its fluffy body and black and white fur looked especially cute under the halo of light, like an elf from a mysterious world.
With its short, agile legs, it hopped and skipped with practiced skill and precision to the side of the emperor, who was dressed in a magnificent dragon robe.
It lightly leaped into the emperor's arms, as if it had found the warmest and safest harbor, and sat down steadily.
Then, its big, round, watery eyes blinked and curiously looked at the emperor in front of it, who looked a little lonely and was lost in thought.
Her eyes were filled with innocence and doubt, as if she were trying to read the emperor's innermost feelings.
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