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

Su Jinyun, standing to the side, remained deeply immersed in thought throughout, like a wise person searching for truth in a labyrinth of knowledge.

Her clear, autumn-water-like eyes flickered slightly, like stars twinkling in the night sky, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

Thoughts raced through my mind like wild horses, moving at breakneck speed.

Every thought that flashed through her mind was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, leaving a bright trail in the universe of her mind.

After a period of deep and meticulous thought, her mind was suddenly illuminated by a ray of light from an unknown dimension, and she began to have some vague insights.

It seems that there must be something extraordinary and beyond the imagination of ordinary people around this mysterious and unpredictable "Jade Shadow" that seems to be hidden in the shadows.

Otherwise, given Feng Qingyun's abilities, she wouldn't have been completely clueless when faced with information about "Jade Shadow," as if she had hit an invisible wall.

It was as if the place where "Jade Shadow" was located was a black hole of information, swallowing up all exploration.

She wondered to herself, could it be that "Jade Shadow" also possessed a magical and powerful system similar to Feng Qingyun's?

If that's really the case, then it makes sense that Feng Qingyun has been unable to find any information about "Jade Shadow".

Moreover, if we take this as a premise and make further inferences, the system possessed by "Yu Ying" is very likely to be more powerful and advanced than that of Feng Qingyun in some key aspects.

After all, Feng Qingyun had exhausted all her efforts in the search and used every possibility, but still failed to catch even the slightest trace of "Jade Shadow".

If things are really as she expects, then capturing "Jade Shadow" would be an impossible task.

Its difficulty is comparable to finding a tiny, hidden speck of dust in the vast and boundless universe, which may even be in a quantum superposition state.

What worried her even more, and terrified her to the point of almost suffocating, was such a mysterious and powerful opponent, almost terrifying, like a demon god hidden in the abyss of darkness.

It is highly likely that this will pose a huge and fatal threat to Qianluo, one that could overturn everything.

Qianluo is the softest and most cherished person in her heart, and she will never allow anyone or any force to harm her in the slightest.

Even the slightest threat pierced her heart like a sharp blade.

Thinking of this, Su Jinyun's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

It was as if it had been instantly enveloped by a sudden, blizzard-like frost, leaving it bloodless and devoid of all life.

The panic in her heart was like a wild horse that had broken free, rampaging through her mind and almost completely overwhelming her reason.

She suddenly remembered that some time ago, Feng Qingyun had mentioned that Qianluo's protection mechanism had mysteriously disappeared.

Could it be that these two seemingly unrelated events are actually a conspiracy orchestrated and meticulously planned by "Jade Shadow" in the dark?

This thought, like a heavy hammer, with the power to destroy everything, struck her heart hard, plunging her into an endless, bottomless abyss of darkness.

No, absolutely not! No matter the cost, no matter the difficulties and obstacles, we must not let Qianluo be in danger!

Su Jinyun clenched her teeth, making a grinding sound, as if she wanted to transform the fear and anger in her heart into strength.

A resolute and determined glint flashed in his eyes, a light like a sharp blade piercing the darkness, revealing a do-or-die resolve.

It seems that we must arrange more, more rigorous, and foolproof protective measures around Qianluo, like an impregnable fortress.

Only by successfully capturing "Jade Shadow" and completely eliminating this potentially huge threat, which hangs like a sword of Damocles overhead and could fall at any moment, can we achieve our goal.

Only then could her heart, which had been hanging in suspense as if pulled by threads of fear, finally settle down and return to a calm and peaceful rhythm.

The disappearance incident finally subsided, and everything returned to normal. However, Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi did not receive the praise they deserved, as people had expected.

In the imperial court, there were no edicts of commendation, no praise from the public; it was as if their contributions to this event were fleeting and easily overlooked.

Faced with this situation, Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi remained calm and composed, showing neither surprise nor complaint.

They have a clear understanding of their actions in the incident.

In order to achieve their ultimate goal, they meticulously planned and cleverly plotted against King Jinrui Zhao.

Although all of this was done out of consideration for the overall interests of the court, to quell the turmoil and maintain stability, they always felt in their hearts that they owed King Zhao something.

Therefore, in their view, the fact that the emperor did not punish them afterward was already a great act of imperial grace, so they dared not hope for any reward or praise.

However, these two devoted ministers were unaware that in that magnificent and solemn palace, when night fell and all was silent...

The emperor sat alone on the dragon throne, recalling the various subtle and awkward situations he had faced in this incident.

A seed was planted in my heart, and the idea of ​​settling scores later gradually grew.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, a symbol of supreme power, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, so silent it was suffocating.

His brows furrowed, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes, like a beast in the night, as he pondered how to make Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi suffer.

That thought, like a vine sprouting in the dark night, spread wildly in his heart, each leaf filled with scheming and revenge.

However, this plan, which was still in its infancy and being secretly plotted, was like a fragile dream bubble, and it shattered instantly under the sharp gaze and decisive methods of Prime Minister Su.

Moreover, Prime Minister Su had quietly added a large number of complicated and trivial official duties to Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi.

These official duties, like mountains of boulders, weighed heavily on the shoulders of Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi.

Every day, from the first light of dawn, they would bury themselves in mountains of paperwork, dealing with one thorny task after another.

Even as night deepened and all was quiet, their busy figures could still be seen under the dim candlelight.

Under such circumstances, even though the emperor was filled with resentment and anger, he could only sigh helplessly, knowing that it was no longer appropriate to impose any further punishment on the two.

At this moment, the emperor was filled with helplessness and frustration, like a lion trapped in a cage.

He possessed great power and authority, yet he was unable to break free of his restraints and could only roar angrily within his cage.

He could only pray silently in his heart, the prayer sounding like a faint cry from the deepest part of his soul.

He prayed that his capable and meticulous Right Chancellor would not, in some unguarded moment, recall that he had also been involved in this matter to some extent.

If that were truly the case, then it would be a blessing from heaven, thank goodness.

Even with such self-consolation, the Emperor's feelings of grievance surged like a raging undercurrent, difficult to quell.

That sense of injustice weighed on his heart like a heavy boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.

In addition, a dark emotion was faintly growing in the deepest part of his heart.

The emotions were like ghosts lurking in the dark abyss, occasionally surfacing and gnawing at his heart, leaving him tossing and turning in the dead of night, unable to fall asleep.

Finally, on a quiet night with a moon as clear as water, the soft moonlight shone through the carved window lattices and onto the floor of the palace, as if a layer of silvery frost had been laid on it.

The Emperor and Empress sat side by side, the atmosphere around them tranquil and peaceful.

However, the emperor's frustration was like a flood that had burst its banks, and he could no longer suppress it.

His eyes revealed weariness and helplessness, and his voice carried a hint of sorrow.

He poured out all his grievances and unspeakable dark emotions to the Empress.

His outpouring of emotions flowed like a gentle stream, as if only in this way could he slightly alleviate the pain in his heart.

The Empress listened quietly to the Emperor's words, her eyes, clear as autumn water, always revealing gentleness and wisdom.

She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile on her face, like a blooming lotus flower, beautiful and serene.

After the Emperor finished speaking, the Empress gently raised her hand and tenderly took his hand in hers.

Those hands were soft and warm, as if they possessed a magical power that could dispel the gloom in the emperor's heart.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice like a clear mountain spring, flowing gently into the Emperor's heart: "Your Majesty may wish to consider this carefully."

If I, as a concubine, were to be plotted against in this way, how would Your Majesty feel, and how would you respond?

The Empress's gentle words seemed to possess an invisible magic, like a breeze gently rippled across a lake, creating profound ripples in the Emperor's heart.

The ripples, like the fine lines on a lake surface in spring, gently spread slowly and leisurely in the Emperor's heart.

Each delicate ripple seemed to carry the myriad profound meanings contained in the Empress's gentle words.

Like an invisible yet powerful undercurrent, layers upon layers of continuous thoughts quietly rose in the emperor's heart.

Amidst this swirling vortex of thoughts, a fleeting, enigmatic look suddenly crossed the Emperor's eyes.

That expression was like a deep, bottomless pool under the night sky; at first glance, it was profound and mysterious, making it difficult to grasp its true meaning.

In that expression, there was a burning anger that instantly ignited from the Empress's words, as if someone had dared to lay a hand on the person he cherished most.

This was undoubtedly a blatant and arrogant provocation against his supreme imperial power and dignity, and anger burned fiercely in his heart.

It seemed as if it wanted to burn away all those who dared to offend it; yet it also seemed to conceal a certain degree of power within this fleeting, electric moment.

After careful consideration and weighing of the options, his mind raced as he pondered what would happen if he were truly faced with such a dire situation.

How exactly should one maintain the empress's inviolable dignity and defend one's supreme authority in the most appropriate, powerful, and imperial manner?

However, almost at the same instant that complex and unpredictable expression flashed across his eyes like lightning, the Emperor spoke without the slightest hesitation or thought.