Their eyes met, their gazes shimmering with understanding, trust, and unwavering determination, like twinkling stars in the darkness.
Though not dazzling, they are enough to illuminate each other's hearts, as if engaging in a deep exchange without words.
Immediately afterwards, everyone nodded solemnly in agreement, their movements perfectly synchronized, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.
It was as if they were making a solemn and sacred promise to each other, to Qin Qianluo, and even more so to the country and home they shared.
Because each of them deeply understood that this country was not an isolated fortress that could be protected by the Regent alone.
It is a warm home belonging to all of them, a place where their souls find refuge, and the foundation upon which they have multiplied and thrived for generations.
Every inch of this vast and boundless land is soaked with their sweat and tears.
Every inch carries the dreams and hopes of their ancestors, and every inch bears witness to their joy and sorrow.
Every hardship and obstacle they face is like a surging wave, requiring them to join hands, rely closely on each other, and confront and shoulder the responsibility together.
How could anyone bear to place all the responsibilities and burdens so mercilessly on the seemingly weak yet incredibly resolute shoulders of the Regent?
How can we let her bear that endless pressure and risk alone?
Just now, the lingering unease in everyone's hearts ultimately stemmed from their deep concern for Qin Qianluo and their profound care for the fate of their country.
They were afraid that Qin Qianluo would embark alone on that thorny and dangerous road to protect the thousands of people on this land.
He placed himself in an abyss of no return, forever separating him from them.
At this moment, the atmosphere inside the tent was heavy, like a boulder pressing on one's heart, yet it also exuded an unbreakable force of unity.
With their loyalty to their country and their mission in mind, and with unwavering determination, the people walked out of Qin Qianluo's tent one after another with steady and powerful steps.
They were like warriors about to go to battle, their eyes burning with fearless flames.
Each of them is making the most thorough and meticulous preparations for the difficult challenges that are about to come.
Each figure exudes fearless courage and determination, as if declaring to the world that they will spare no effort to protect their homeland.
However, Su Jinyun, the Emperor Emeritus, the Empress Dowager, and Yaoguang did not leave with the others.
The four of them had known Qin Qianluo for a long time, and the long river of time had flowed between them, settling down a deep friendship and understanding.
They knew Qin Qianluo's personality, character, and style of doing things very well, and knew that she was a woman who was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside and had exceptional wisdom.
Her wisdom, like the most brilliant star in the deep night sky, is vast and mysterious. It can always find a way out of complex and complicated situations and lead people out of their predicaments.
Her sense of responsibility is like a towering mountain, unwavering and steadfast, carrying the hopes of the nation and the expectations of the people; she is their eternal support.
They firmly believed that Qin Qianluo was not the kind of person who would act rashly and cause the deaths of many of her companions for no reason; she would definitely consider the bigger picture and think things through carefully.
Make the most comprehensive and appropriate considerations.
Looking at the four people who remained quietly in the tent, Qin Qianluo felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and her eyes welled up with tears.
A slight upturn at the corners of her lips revealed a warm and confident smile, as gentle as the spring sunshine.
This smile seems to dispel all the gloom in the world, melt the ice and snow of winter, and give people endless strength and hope.
She spoke softly, her voice like a clear mountain stream, flowing gently yet full of power.
He said slowly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Jin Yun, I do need your help in this matter, and I will certainly not go alone. Please rest assured."
Her eyes shone with a resolute light, like an inextinguishable lighthouse in the night sky, a light that contained boundless aspirations for the future and unwavering faith in victory.
Let them believe that as long as everyone works together with one heart and one mind, they will surely overcome all difficulties, usher in a bright and beautiful future, and let the glory of their country shine forever.
The retired emperor stood frozen in place, his expression as solemn as the leaden clouds before a storm, his heart seemingly churning with a thousand thoughts.
His lips parted slightly and then closed again, his hesitant expression suggesting that countless words were stuck in his throat and difficult to utter.
His gaze was fixed on Qin Qianluo, his eyes filled with deep worry, earnest concern, and a hint of inner turmoil that was hard for others to detect.
At this moment, Qin Qianluo's expression was sincere and without any impurities, and her eyes burned with a resolute and determined flame.
Like a lighthouse that never goes out in the cold night, illuminating the unknown and arduous road ahead.
She seemed to have seen through all the difficulties and dangers hidden behind the thick fog, and she seemed to have already made up her mind to go all out and forge ahead to the death.
The retired emperor gazed at her, and time seemed to freeze, the air itself still.
After a long while, he finally let out a helpless sigh, a sigh that seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his soul.
Bearing the vicissitudes of time, the helplessness in the face of the situation, and the deep affection for Qin Qianluo.
Finally, he slowly and gently took the Empress Dowager's hand, the movement slow and heavy, as if he were carrying the weight of the entire world.
He slowly and hesitantly left Qin Qianluo's tent, his figure gradually lengthening in the light and shadow at the tent entrance until it disappeared into the dim yellow light.
At this moment, a quiet yet oppressive atmosphere enveloped Qin Qianluo's tent, as if the whole world had fallen into silent sorrow.
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