His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

It was the dead of winter, and the world outside was covered in a blanket of white. The warm sun shone down without reservation, dispelling some of the biting chill.

Sunlight pierced through layers of clouds, gently and warmly bathing the earth.

Although it is a cold season, there is no wind today, bringing a rare tranquility and peace to this icy and snowy world.

Inside the Imperial Study, sunlight gently streamed through the carved window lattices, outlining golden patterns on the gold-brick floor, resembling graceful golden snakes meandering freely.

Ning Yu leaned down slightly, his well-defined fingers gently resting on the edge of the paper, his fingertips rubbing against it a few times, as if testing the paper's texture.

Even though he was usually knowledgeable and calm in the face of adversity, he couldn't hide the curiosity in his eyes at this moment. With a slight increase in pressure, the paper slowly unfolded.

He leaned forward, almost stretching most of his body out, his shadow blocking some of the sunlight, and dappled sunlight danced on the hem of his clothes.

His gaze was as eager as a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, quickly scanning the paper, on which were neatly recorded the thoughts and trivial matters that Qin Qianluo had just revealed.

His brows furrowed deeply without his noticing, like two small hills, but his gaze was fixed on the paper as if drawn by a magnet.

He muttered to himself, "How strange! How strange! These characters look so fresh. The horizontal and vertical strokes, the beginning and ending strokes, are all very different from the calligraphy I usually use."

The brushstrokes showed no sign of weakness or hesitation; on the contrary, they were crisp and precise. What on earth could have written this?

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lift a corner of the paper and examine it closely in the sunlight, secretly pondering: if only I could figure out this novel writing style.

Bringing him back to the Prince's residence would be quite a novel thing, and perhaps he could use it to show off his skills in front of his Princess and win her favor.

Upon hearing this, Ning Jun and Ning Shuyao's curiosity was instantly piqued to its peak, and they could no longer contain themselves. Ning Jun was originally flipping through a book he had never seen before.

With a "thud," he casually tossed the bag onto the table and strode forward, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Ning Shuyao moved with light, graceful steps, her skirt swaying. The two of them, like nimble deer, leaned over, their heads almost touching the paper.

Their eyes were fixed intently on the paper, their faces full of inquiry, as if they wanted to see through the paper and find out what was going on.

The two were filled with speculation: These characters looked so strange, what kind of novel thing was used to write them? And what did "print" mean?

Ning Shuyao pursed her lips, gently tapping her chin with her finger, thinking: This Qin Qianluo is indeed extraordinary; the things she takes out are all so rare.

Looking at the three people's curious and inquisitive expressions, the Emperor's lips unconsciously curled up into a pleasant yet slightly sly smile.

Leaning back on the dragon throne, arms crossed, he thought smugly to himself: Serves you right for leaving me all alone in the capital.

You've all been shocked, haven't you? Luckily, I have that clever and intelligent little girl from the Qin family. This year, I'm finally able to hold my head high and show my power in front of these people.

Thinking this, the emperor unconsciously puffed out his chest even more and swayed his body slightly, his face full of pride.

The moment Ning Yu looked up, he was caught off guard by the Emperor's undisguised smugness, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

He thought to himself: I knew the Emperor was up to no good, eagerly waiting to see me make a fool of myself.

Without even trying, one could clearly know what the Emperor was thinking at that moment. With a thought, the light in his eyes flickered like stars in the dark night.

He became even more determined to bring Qin Qianluo back to the Prince Xin's mansion—such a clever, bright, and beautiful woman would be like a lost gem, hard to find again if he missed her.

Moreover, such an interesting girl, if she could enter my Prince Xin's mansion, would surely add a lot of fun to life.

So much so that he didn't even wait for the emperor to leave first, and immediately blurted out, "Prime Minister Qin's youngest daughter is quite unique and extraordinary, with a beauty that can be described as superior."

His character is impeccable. Chenyang is currently not engaged; I wonder if Prime Minister Qin's youngest daughter is already engaged?

If there is no engagement yet, I will take Chenyang, prepare generous gifts, and visit the Qin family another day to sound them out, so that we can finalize this marriage as soon as possible.”

After saying that, Ning Yu felt a little uneasy, fearing that Qin Qianluo already had someone she loved, and that all his plans would be in vain.

Before the Emperor could react to these sudden words, Ning Jun, who was intently reviewing documents, looked up abruptly upon hearing them, his heart skipping a beat.

He thought to himself: Goodness, the second brother reacted quickly enough. I can't let him get the upper hand.

Her youngest son, Chenrui, is thirteen years old. He has rosy lips and white teeth, and is handsome. He is about the same age as Qin Qianluo. When they stand together, they are a match made in heaven.

If we can successfully bring Qin Qianluo back to the War King's fiefdom, it will be an extremely fortunate event.

This matter absolutely cannot be allowed to be won over by the second prince. He immediately put down the documents in his hand and hurried forward a few steps.

Thinking to himself: My Zhanwang Mansion is not bad either, that girl will definitely not be wronged if she comes to my place.

He said loudly, "Your Majesty, there is also my brother's son, Chenrui, who is only thirteen years old. He has been exceptionally intelligent since childhood and is well-versed in poetry and literature."

Not only are they a good match in age, but they are also handsome and well-behaved, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, and an extraordinary air about them.

"She is a perfect match for the Qin family's daughter, and perhaps even more suitable than Chenyang from the Second Prince's family." He said, waving his arms to emphasize his point, clearly determined to win her over.

For a time, the Imperial Study was filled with lively back-and-forth exchanges, a veritable battle of wits, and the air itself seemed thick with the smell of gunpowder.

The two argued vehemently about their respective strengths, neither willing to concede.

Ning Yu's eyes widened, he pointed at Ning Jun and argued loudly, inwardly furious: "My eldest brother is deliberately making trouble for me."

Ning Jun's face also turned red, and his voice grew louder and louder as he thought to himself: I refuse to believe I can't win against you.

The atmosphere in the Imperial Study was extremely heated. Ning Shuyao, seeing her two elder brothers' excited and arguing expressions, carefully took a few steps back, holding the papers in her hand.

Only after confirming that he would not be affected by the heated argument did he stop and watch the two engage in their verbal sparring with great interest and enjoyment.

He found it extremely amusing: these two imperial brothers, who usually seemed so composed, were so easily flustered when it came to matters concerning their children's marriages, acting like two immature boys fighting over candy.

While Prince Xin Ningyu was passionately arguing with his eldest brother, he was filled with remorse in his heart.

She secretly berated herself for being so impatient and rushing to bring it up, for not having the patience to wait until her eldest brother returned to the manor and finished dealing with matters before saying so.

Well, now my eldest brother is vying with me for it without giving an inch.

But she was unwilling to back down from such a person who made her feel happy and lovable, and she was determined to fight for her youngest son.

He was so anxious that he stamped his feet, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was extremely worried: what should I do?

Seeing the tense standoff between his two elder brothers, the Emperor couldn't help but twitch his lips, his face full of helplessness. He waved his hand helplessly, inwardly both amused and exasperated.

Before he could even open his mouth, his two elder brothers had already started arguing heatedly.

It's a pity that they were ultimately left disappointed, as the girl from the Qin family was only interested in pretty women.

Even if they argue fiercely, it's pointless; they'll likely end up with nothing.

If they had a daughter, they might have a slight chance, since that girl from the Qin family doesn't like men at all.

Neither of the two, who were arguing fiercely and refusing to give in, realized that their intense argument was completely pointless.

Not to mention that Tianxuan Kingdom has always valued mutual affection and happiness, the object of Qin Qianluo's affection is not a man at all.

Crown Prince Ning Chenyi and Second Prince Ning Chenyu exchanged a knowing glance as they watched their two uncles, who were arguing heatedly and blushing, shrink back in their seats.

They moved stealthily and in perfect unison, gradually moving away from the two of them and getting closer to their royal aunt.

They were terrified that the flames of war would spread to them. After all, although these two imperial uncles were old, their martial prowess was not to be underestimated—especially the eldest imperial uncle, War King Ning Jun.

He was revered as the King of War because his martial prowess was the highest among them.

In his youth, he was a renowned warrior, a hero who charged across battlefields with unparalleled skill. He wielded his spear with fierce power, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.

Although Prince Ning Yu was slightly inferior, he was more than capable of dealing with the two of them, and could subdue them in just a few moves.

Ning Shuyao looked at her two nephews' cautious and wary behavior and couldn't help but smile. She raised her hand to pat their heads, but didn't say anything to tease them.

He just smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself: These two children are still so timid.

She never had any children of her own, but she doted on and cherished her elder brother's children.

Therefore, whether it was the princes and princesses in the palace, or the offspring of Prince Xin and Prince Zhan, they all had very close and harmonious relationships with her.

When they were children, they would run to her crying and begging her to help them when they were severely scolded by their teachers or punished by their elder brothers.

Inside the imperial study, the atmosphere was tense. Prince Xin, Ning Yu, and Prince Zhan, Ning Jun, argued back and forth, their faces flushed, veins bulging on their necks, their voices rising higher and higher, neither willing to give in.

They looked as if they were about to roll up their sleeves and start a fight at any moment. The Emperor, sitting high on his dragon throne, watched this farce escalate and felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

A throbbing pain struck, and he finally had no choice but to raise his hand, his slender fingers precisely massaging his brow, slowly making circles, and it took him a while to calm down.

He then coughed lightly to quell the uproar, and spoke in a calm voice to dissuade his brothers: "Both of you, please calm down and put your tempers aside."

Marriage is a major life event, and it can't be based on passion alone; it also requires mutual consent.

Regardless of whether the little girl from the Qin family is currently engaged, she is only eleven years old, and her childishness is still evident in her eyes and brows.

She'd only just turned twelve after the New Year; she was still a truly naive and innocent little girl.

The Emperor paused slightly, picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip to moisten his throat, and glanced at Ning Jun and Ning Yu out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that although the two had temporarily fallen silent, they still looked unconvinced, their chests heaving violently, clearly still angry and furious, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He put down his teacup and continued speaking unhurriedly: "My two virtuous nephews are handsome, learned, and outstanding in their talents."

His character is impeccable; any young lady who meets him would blush and be captivated. But this marriage is something the Qin family girl is absolutely certain to reject.

At this point, the Emperor seemed to recall something amusing. He lightly touched his front teeth with the tip of his tongue, then stopped abruptly, his gaze lingering on the two men's faces with amusement, like a cunning fox.