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

As Youjin recounted his story, the doubts that had weighed heavily on the Emperor's heart for years, tormenting him day and night, were finally revealed.

Finally, like ice and snow under the warm spring sun, they gradually melted away and were unraveled one by one.

Not only that, he also finally learned the location of his fifth brother's remains. After years of searching, he finally found the answer.

Now that the mystery has been solved, there is no need to keep this heinous ghost, whose hands are stained with countless dropes of blood, alive.

Yu Ji turned her head slightly, her gaze slowly sweeping over the faces of the Empress, the Second Princess, and the Emperor.

That gaze seemed to carry a subtle and indescribable depth, as if weighing something, or perhaps conveying a silent comfort.

After a moment of silence, she gently handed the whip, which carried mysterious power and the legacy of her sect, to the Empress, her movements gentle yet firm.

Then he silently gave up his seat and stepped aside, like a bystander, yet he knew that he played an indispensable role in this tragedy.

Since then, the extremely miserable and chilling screams of Youjin could be heard from time to time in the Imperial Study.

The cry seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless pain, fear and regret, echoing in the silent and empty palace.

Like countless sharp knives, they mercilessly ripped at everyone's nerves.

It was as if he was telling the world about the heinous crimes he had committed and the despair deep in his heart at this moment.

This chilling cry accompanied the slow passage of time, from day to night.

Every minute and every second was filled with a lingering gloom in the air, as if it had become an inescapable shadow over the palace.

The chilling screams, which seemed to pierce the soul, finally ceased as darkness fell on the second day.

It was as if everything in the world returned to calm as the sound disappeared, leaving only a deathly silence.

At this point, Youjin was completely annihilated, disappearing from this world forever, as if he had never existed.

It left behind only a regrettable and thought-provoking criminal past, serving as a warning and lesson for people.

At the same time, the remains of Crown Prince Xiao and Ning Chenxing were buried in the imperial mausoleum with the most solemn, respectful, and sorrowful ceremony.

Inside the imperial mausoleum, the atmosphere was solemn and sorrowful, every inch of air seemed to be filled with grief, permeated with endless desolation and heaviness.

The funeral procession moved slowly forward, each person's face filled with grief and reluctance.

Their steps were heavy and slow, as if each step carried the weight of the rise and fall of the entire dynasty and the pain of their families.

This dramatic and tumultuous turn of events, like a merciless and ferocious storm, completely devastated the emperor's body and mind.

He seemed to have aged ten years overnight, his face haggard like an ancient tree weathered by time and countless storms, covered with deep wrinkles.

Those wrinkles seemed to hold countless stories and sorrows.

His eyes were filled with weariness and vicissitudes, as if they bore all the suffering and sorrow in the world. His gaze was empty and lifeless, as if he had lost all light and hope.

His back, which was originally straight as a pine tree and symbolized the majesty of the emperor, was now slightly bent, as if it could not bear the weight.

They bore the weight of the rise and fall of the entire dynasty and the profound tragedy of their family.

All of this became an indelible wound in his heart, like a deep scar etched into his soul.

It constantly reminds him of this unbearable and heart-wrenching past, becoming a nightmare he can never escape for the rest of his life.

The sudden death of Crown Prince Xiao was like a sudden storm, instantly shattering the dynasty's original tranquility.

The throne of the crown prince, which symbolized the future heir to the dynasty, was thus abruptly left vacant for a time.

This situation was like a heavy boulder pressing down on Ning Chenyi's heart, plunging him into deep distress and worry.

As an emperor, he knew better than anyone that the position of crown prince was the foundation of the dynasty, relating to its rise and fall, its glory and disgrace, and its stability for thousands of generations.

Its importance is self-evident, and there is no room for the slightest negligence or error.

At this crucial moment, Ning Chenyi's gaze naturally fell on his second princess, Ning Yuanhe.

The second princess is intelligent, graceful, and patriotic, demonstrating extraordinary talent and insight in many areas.

Thus, Ning Chenyi gradually conceived the idea of ​​making the second princess the crown princess, hoping that she could shoulder the heavy responsibility of the dynasty's future.

However, as this idea gradually took shape in Ning Chenyi's mind, he tentatively revealed it to the Second Princess.

The various attitudes and actions displayed by the Second Princess Ning Yuanhe were like a thick fog, shrouding Ning Chenyi's heart in confusion.

There was a hint of resistance in her eyes; her originally bright eyes seemed to be shrouded in a light gloom when the matter was mentioned.

Her behavior also seemed to deliberately avoid the topic, and whenever it was brought up, she would change the subject.

All these subtle details made Ning Chenyi keenly aware that the Second Princess harbored some unspeakable aversion to this prestigious position.

After countless sleepless nights of agonizing thought, a helpless Ning Chenyi finally had no choice but to issue a sincere imperial decree, ordering Qin Qianluo to enter the palace immediately.

He knew that Qin Qianluo was exceptionally intelligent and meticulous, like a delicate key that might be able to unlock the tightly closed door in the Second Princess's heart.

To uncover her true thoughts, unravel the mystery that has troubled him for so long, and find a clear path for the future of the dynasty.

After receiving the imperial decree, Qin Qianluo was also filled with doubt and curiosity.

In her mind, becoming the Crown Princess was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Second Princess.

Not only can they realize their ambitions and ideals, but they can also bring honor to their ancestors and contribute to the prosperity of the dynasty.

However, why did the second princess seem uninterested in this, and even show obvious resistance?

Filled with confusion and curiosity, Qin Qianluo dared not delay and immediately rushed into the palace.

After meeting Ning Yuanhe, Qin Qianluo sat down with her in a quiet and elegant palace.

Inside the palace, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and soft light streamed through the windows, bathing the two of them in a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

Qin Qianluo began a heart-to-heart conversation with Ning Yuanhe in a gentle and caring tone.

At first, Ning Yuanhe was somewhat reserved, and her words were hesitant and evasive.

But under Qin Qianluo's patient and sincere guidance, she gradually opened her heart and poured out her confusion and worries.

As the conversation deepened, Qin Qianluo finally uncovered the hidden truth behind it all, and the truth once again pointed the finger at the heinous Shou Zhuo.

It turns out that ever since Shou Zhuo successfully absorbed Prince Xiao's soul and possessed Prince Xiao's body like a ghost, he began to secretly and meticulously plan a conspiracy against Ning Yuanhe.

He took every opportunity, like a cunning and treacherous poisoner, to gradually instill in Ning Yuanhe the absurd idea that "women are inferior to men."

In the dead of night, he would try to distort Ning Yuanhe's perception through subtle hints and seemingly casual conversations.

In their daily interactions, he openly conveyed similar views, attempting to infiltrate and imprison Ning Yuanhe's mind in various ways.

He was eloquent and used all sorts of dubious reasons to try to convince Ning Yuanhe that women were born to submit to men and should not covet power.

Once a woman enters the realm of power, she is violating natural law and morality, and will inevitably bring disaster upon herself.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo felt a deep sense of emotion once again. She secretly rejoiced that Shouzhuo had been completely shattered and vanished, and could no longer cause trouble in the world.

If such an evil person, who is full of wickedness and attempts to overthrow the righteous path of the world, were to ascend the throne, it would surely be a catastrophe for all women in the world.

Women across the world may be deprived of their rightful rights, plunged into misery, and suffer endless hardship and torment.

Their dignity will be trampled, their freedom will be restricted, and the entire world's order will be turned upside down, plunging into chaos and darkness.

At this moment, Ning Yuanhe blinked her beautiful and lively eyes, which were as bright as stars, with a hint of worry and confusion in her gaze.

It's like a pebble being thrown into a clear lake, creating ripples.

She bit her lip slightly, her lips turning a pale white from the inner turmoil.

He whispered to Qin Qianluo, "Your Highness, is this really feasible?"

That heretical Taoist once said that if a woman is too attached to power, she might displease her father, and the people of the world might criticize him for being immoral.

I neither wish to offend my father, nor can I bear to see him criticized by the people because of me.

Her voice was soft and melodious, like a babbling brook in the mountains, yet it carried a hint of helplessness and melancholy, as if bearing a heavy burden.

Every word was filled with her inner struggle and pain, and her voice echoed slowly in the quiet palace, as if telling a helpless story.

Upon hearing Ning Yuanhe's worried and struggling words, Qin Qianluo's thoughts paused slightly, and she seemed to fall into a brief moment of contemplation.

A moment later, she slowly came to her senses, and a very gentle and infectious smile instantly bloomed on her face.

That smile was like the brightest and warmest sunshine in spring, pouring down in a gentle and warm manner.

It seemed to possess a magical power to dispel all the gloom and coldness in the world, instantly bathing the entire palace in a warm atmosphere.

Her movements were gentle and graceful, each subtle gesture seemingly meticulously crafted.

He was afraid that the slightest carelessness would disturb the delicate and sensitive second princess in front of him, who was as fragile as a flower.

She slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers like the tender new branches of a willow in spring, exuding a natural gentleness and agility.

The hand gently landed on the second princess's head, like a breeze caressing flower petals, tenderly stroking it.