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

Then, Qin Qianluo spoke in a voice as gentle, melodious, and rhythmic as a babbling mountain stream.

She said softly, "Since the princess knows that those are heretical and false words, they are not to be believed. Nowadays, there are quite a few women in our dynasty who have entered officialdom, and there are even more women in the court."

At this point, Qin Qianluo paused slightly, looking at the Second Princess with a calm and firm gaze, her eyes shining with confidence and encouragement.

She straightened her body slightly, her posture as upright as a pine tree, exuding an undeniable majesty and power.

She took a deep breath and continued, "Even I, the only king of a different surname, am a woman."

"Princess, behold," she said, "this king, though not of the same surname, has never been criticized by the people of the land in the slightest. And has anyone ever ridiculed the late emperor?"

Qin Qianluo's words were firm and powerful, each word seemingly containing immense force, carrying an inspiring and resounding power.

The sound echoed slowly within the tranquil and solemn palace, striking Ning Yuanhe's heart like a resounding bell, gradually stirring up waves in her previously conflicted and hesitant mind.

It was as if a force was quietly awakening the courage and determination deep within her heart.

Ning Yuanhe's thoughts were suddenly swept up by a surging and icy undercurrent.

Instantly, Qin Qianluo's words pulled him into the world of Xuanyuan Kingdom, which his mother had once described in detail, as if it were cursed.

It was a land mired in a dark swamp, like a sinister and terrifying purgatory, where every inch of space was filled with a suffocating stench of decay.

It is filled with all sorts of horrific and inhumane scenes, like a dark scroll painted with blood and suffering.

In the Xuanyuan Kingdom, a woman's fate is mercilessly branded with tragedy from the moment she is born.

From a young age, they had to endure the inhumane torture of foot binding.

Her delicate feet were tightly bound together with layers of thick and tough strips of cloth.

The strips of cloth, like cold pythons, tightly bound their ankles, forcing their bones to twist and deform under the merciless restraint.

Every attempt to move a foot felt like a million steel needles piercing the soles of my feet, the excruciating pain spreading throughout my body like an electric shock.

Those faint cries of pain, like mournful shouts against the injustice of fate, could only fade away silently in a quiet and oppressive corner, unnoticed by anyone.

This cruel custom was nothing more than a way to cater to a distorted and morbid aesthetic, confining women to a small, narrow world.

Every step they take is accompanied by excruciating pain, and they suffer both physical and mental torment for the rest of their lives.

Struggling silently in an endless abyss of pain, yet unable to find a glimmer of hope for liberation.

In addition to the cruel physical torture, they were also forcibly indoctrinated with so-called "female precepts and virtues".

These dogmas were like invisible yet unbreakable shackles, firmly imprisoning women's minds.

From their first words to adulthood, they are taught to be careful with their words and actions and to be absolutely obedient to men.

You must bury your joys and sorrows deep in your heart and submit to the will of men.

Under such harsh discipline, women gradually lost their freedom and dignity as independent individuals, slowly becoming appendages to be arbitrarily controlled by others.

Like a puppet whose soul has been taken away, they are manipulated by others, losing their self-awareness and pursuits, becoming mercilessly controlled puppets, spending their lives in repression and numbness.

The extremely cruel system of human sacrifice was a grotesque manifestation of the dark side of the Xuanyuan Kingdom.

When a man in the family dies, the weak and helpless women may be forcibly taken to be buried with him.

In the gloomy and cold tomb, their terrified eyes were filled with extreme fear of death and a strong desire to live.

However, the merciless iron heel of worldly forces ruthlessly crushed their hopes.

Vibrant lives vanished in the darkness of fear and despair, becoming victims.

Their piercing screams and desperate tears are buried deep beneath the dust of history, silently condemning the cruelty and absurdity of this system.

Even if a woman is lucky enough to survive, she will be imprisoned for life by the so-called chastity arch.

A chastity archway, seemingly a reward for a woman's chastity, is in reality a heavy shackle that makes it hard to breathe.

Once a woman loses her beloved husband, she must bear this invisible yet incredibly heavy burden, struggling to survive in loneliness, depression, and despair throughout the long years.

Even the slightest action that goes against traditional values ​​will subject them to the world's sharpest condemnation and criticism.

This memorial archway became a cage they could never escape, ruthlessly imprisoning their youth, freedom, and even happiness within it.

Like an invisible giant hand, it gripped their throats tightly, and they could not escape this heavy shackle until the end of their lives.

And then there's the chilling Tower of Baby Girls, a cold and merciless tower of death, the tragic final resting place for countless innocent baby girls.

Simply because they were girls, they were seen as a burden on their families and were ruthlessly abandoned in the tower immediately after birth.

Those faint and helpless cries seemed like a desperate protest against the injustice of this world.

However, this tender voice was mercilessly drowned out by the abyss of darkness and indifference.

Inside the tower, the baby girls await only the slow passing of their lives and a brief, painful experience of this strange world.

Every brick and stone in the tower seems to be soaked in the blood and tears of the baby girls, witnessing this inhuman tragedy being repeated time and time again.

There were many more, and as Ning Yuanhe thought of these things, her face instantly turned ashen, completely devoid of color.

Her cheeks, which were originally as rosy and beautiful as peach blossoms in spring, lost all their vitality in an instant.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with terror and unbearable pain, as if she had witnessed those tragic scenes unfolding right before her eyes.

Every detail was so clear, so painful to her heart.

She instinctively shook her head vigorously, her movements hurried and flustered, her hair flying wildly in the wind.

It's as if shaking it hard enough can completely shake these nightmarish and terrifying images out of your mind.

Escape this dark abyss and get rid of that suffocating fear.

Deep in her heart, life in the Xuanyuan Kingdom was nothing short of hell on earth, unbearable for any human being.

She deeply understood that the people of Chengxiao Kingdom, where she lived, should live in a beautiful environment of freedom, equality, and peace, enjoying the dignity of life and the true meaning of happiness.

She harbored a deep love and sense of responsibility for this land and its people; that emotion burned fiercely in her heart like a blazing flame.

She would never allow such suffering to befall the people of Chengxiao Kingdom like a demon, especially those kind, simple women who silently dedicate themselves like the earth.

They are the gentle strength of Chengxiao Kingdom and the warm foundation of families. They deserve to be respected and cared for.

To shine in the sunlight, instead of suffering such inhumane treatment.

Almost blurting it out, she said firmly and urgently, "No, I don't want to!"

I absolutely cannot allow the people of Chengxiao Kingdom, especially those kind and simple women, to live such a dark and hopeless life.

I must protect Chengxiao Kingdom with all my strength, even at the cost of everything, to ensure that such a tragedy never happens here.

"This princess will ensure that the Kingdom of Chengxiao is forever bathed in freedom and light."

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, like a candle flame flickering in the cold wind, yet it contained an unwavering determination as firm as steel.

It was as if at this moment, she had already shouldered the sacred mission of protecting the country and its people, like an indestructible fortress.

It will shelter the people of Chengxiao Kingdom from the wind and rain, protect them from all darkness and suffering, and become their strongest support.

Upon hearing Ning Yuanhe's resounding and firm response, Qin Qianluo felt a sudden sense of relief, as if her heart, which had been tightly bound by invisible threads, was instantly relieved.

I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief from the depths of my heart.

Successfully persuading the princess was undoubtedly a crucial and extremely difficult step in a complex situation.

Otherwise, I really don't know what to do. I would have to forcibly drag that Third Prince, who is usually as mud-covered as a monkey, out of the military camp full of blood, sweat and tears.

Speaking of this third prince, he was quite the character in the army, spending his days crawling and rolling around in the barracks.

He always carried a free and unrestrained spirit, as if he were out of place in the solemn and majestic imperial palace and court.

Thinking of this, Qin Qianluo's thoughts involuntarily drifted towards Mu Yunxi.

Mu Yunxi has always had high standards, and it is by no means easy to catch her eye.

He had finally found a disciple who suited him perfectly, and his affection for him was evident in his words.

In her daily life, she is like a diligent gardener, carefully watering and patiently teaching her students, passing on all her knowledge and life experience to them without reservation.

The effort and expectations poured into it are like rivers flowing endlessly.

If this disciple were suddenly forced by fate to ascend the throne, Mu Yunxi would be heartbroken.

They would probably be so angry that they would feel like they had lost the most precious treasure in their lives.

Her deep affection for her apprentice was like that of a mother for her child—selfless and profound, with a heart full of hope that her apprentice would shine brightly in his field of expertise.

To achieve something extraordinary, rather than being swayed off course by the capriciousness of fate.

Qin Qianluo composed herself slightly, her expression becoming increasingly solemn and dignified, her gaze softening and filled with expectation as she looked at Ning Yuanhe.

He spoke slowly but firmly: "In that case, Princess, from this day forward, devote yourself to learning the ways of being a ruler."

As a princess, you are born with more protection. If you cannot stand on high, other women will have even less of a chance.

You are not only yourself, but also the hope and future of millions of people.

Princess, you need not worry about other matters. The civil and military officials in the court are all pillars of society and will surely be able to help you.

Don't disappoint your elder brother, the Crown Prince—if he were still alive, he would surely hope that his sister could become a wise and benevolent ruler with the world in her heart.