This instantly stirred up a huge wave of emotions among the crowd, with reactions from all sides being quite different, like two roads going in opposite directions, clearly distinct.
Those who agreed with the sentiment were filled with deep respect and remembrance for Qin Qianluo.
In their eyes, Qin Qianluo's contributions to the Zhaoning Kingdom are like a towering, immortal monument.
Engraved on the long scroll of the nation's history, shining brightly and never fading away.
For them, erecting a cenotaph is more than just a formality.
This is not only a high recognition and remembrance of Qin Qianluo's outstanding achievements throughout her life, but also a profound tribute to her selfless dedication.
It is as if this cenotaph can bear people's endless longing for her, allowing her heroic spirit to feel the respect of the world in another world.
However, dissenting voices also arose one after another, the vast majority of which came from officials who had received Qin Qianluo's selfless help, as well as a group of officials who had come from her fiefdom.
Deep in their hearts, these people hold fast to an almost obsessive conviction, like a persistent glimmer of light in the darkness.
They stubbornly believed that as long as they refused to acknowledge this cruel reality, the prince who protected them like a god would remain.
On a sunny morning or a moonlit night, he would ride that majestic, tall horse, just like always.
With that warm and welcoming smile, she appeared before them with a dashing and confident air, continuing to lead them toward a bright future.
In their hearts, the cenotaph is like an ominous curse, a ruthless trampling on their beautiful expectation of the prince's return.
They simply couldn't accept that the kind prince who had sheltered them from the wind and rain with his own body and given them warmth and hope like the sun.
It vanished into the world without warning, like a brilliant star suddenly falling, leaving only endless darkness and loss.
When they heard that the decision to erect a cenotaph came from Su Jinyun, these previously noisy opponents seemed to be instantly choked by an invisible force.
They all fell into a long and heavy silence.
They all understood that Qin Qianluo's departure was undoubtedly a devastating disaster for Su Jinyun.
That heart-wrenching pain was like being pierced by a thousand arrows, penetrating to the very marrow, something that outsiders like them could never truly understand.
The relationship between Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo was as solid as a rock. Now that Qin Qianluo has left, the pain that Su Jinyun is enduring is beyond their imagination.
They knew they were powerless to share Su Jinyun's excruciating pain, let alone offer her any real comfort.
At least in this matter, they cannot add to her troubles or become stumbling blocks on her path.
Thus, under this heavy and helpless realization, these people gradually quieted down.
He silently buried the unspeakable sorrow and reluctance in his heart, turning it into a silent sigh.
Those few opponents, though harboring ulterior motives, were in reality clowns attempting to disrupt the court and seek personal gain.
They are like a malignant tumor hidden in the darkness, always coveting the power and wealth of the court, and attempting to achieve their ulterior motives by creating chaos.
Upon learning of the ugly motives behind these objections, a cold and resolute glint flashed in Ning Yuanhe's eyes.
The light was like a sharp blade suddenly drawn from its sheath in the cold night, exuding an undeniable majesty and murderous aura.
She acted decisively, launching another comprehensive and thorough purge of the court with ruthless methods.
She knew perfectly well that the corrupt officials in the court were like weeds growing rampant in the wilderness.
"Wildfire cannot burn it out, the spring breeze brings it back to life." No matter how hard we try, it is difficult to completely eradicate it.
Sometimes, deliberately leaving one or two seemingly insignificant parasites can play an unexpected role at crucial moments.
Just like planting a key hidden piece in a complex game of chess, though small, it can influence the overall trend and become an important bargaining chip for controlling the situation.
At this moment, Ning Yuanhe was dressed in a magnificent and solemn dragon robe, the exquisitely embroidered golden dragon on the robe seemingly demonstrating her supreme authority.
She sat tall and straight on the dragon throne, a symbol of supreme power, like a deity looking down upon all living beings.
Her gaze was cold and sharp, as keen as a falcon's, sweeping over the assembled officials as if she wanted to see through the deepest thoughts in each of their hearts.
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