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

Pei Yanci remained steadfast in the imperial court, like a towering mountain, becoming a solid guardian of the stability and prosperity of Zhaoning Kingdom.

In recent years, the political situation in the imperial court has been constantly changing, with various forces like undercurrents hidden in the darkness, surging and fighting endlessly.

Pei Yanci and the newly appointed Left Chancellor stood like pillars in the middle of a storm in the court.

With their exceptional wisdom, extraordinary strategies, and unwavering conviction, they relentlessly suppressed the various restless forces and painstakingly maintained the balance of power in the court.

At the same time, he deeply understood the importance of cultivating successors for the future of the country, so he devoted himself to teaching the next Right Chancellor.

Like carefully carving a piece of raw jade, they meticulously cultivate pillars of talent for the future of Zhaoning Kingdom.

From the moment the Regent vanished in a cloud of blood, certain treacherous individuals in the court, still harboring ambitions for personal gain, began to stir in the shadows.

They attempted to take advantage of the emperor's youth and unstable power base to stir up trouble in the court and disrupt the originally orderly government.

Fortunately, Pei Yanci was there. Like a keen falcon, he could always see through everything when a conspiracy first appeared, relying on his decisive decisions and strong execution.

Successfully uncovering and defusing these conspiracies time and again, skillfully balancing the various forces, and safeguarding the stability and harmony of the Zhaoning Kingdom's court.

In such a complex and ever-changing environment, the emperor, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, grew rapidly and gradually demonstrated extraordinary leadership skills and kingly demeanor.

She not only possessed an iron-fisted and ruthless approach, but also showed no leniency towards the abuses and corruption in the court, taking decisive measures to rectify them.

This will expose those who attempt to undermine national stability.

At the same time, she had the world in her heart, was deeply grateful for the emperor's benevolence, and was always concerned about the suffering of the people.

Committed to the prosperity of the nation, actively promoting the implementation of various policies, and striving to create a better life for the people.

This year, under the wise leadership of the Emperor, corrupt officials in the court were purged on a large scale, and a group of young, promising, talented and ambitious ministers filled the vacancies.

It has injected a constant stream of fresh blood and vitality into the court, giving the Zhaoning Kingdom's court a brand-new look and showing boundless energy and hope.

Ning Yuanhe originally thought that after years of unremitting efforts, the imperial court would finally be able to get on a stable track of development.

This will allow me to breathe a sigh of relief and focus more of my energy on the country's long-term planning and development.

Unexpectedly, Su Jinyun, who had always lived a secluded life and rarely appeared in public, entered the palace at this time.

She knew perfectly well that Su Jinyun must have come for something extremely important, and although she was unwilling to face it, she had no choice but to accept it.

Because Su Jinyun's identity is too special, she is not only the regent's wife, but also enjoys the highly respected title of First-Rank Imperial Lady.

More importantly, she was also the former Left Chancellor, holding a pivotal position and far-reaching influence in the court.

Given her status and position, the emperor could not ignore her suggestions; otherwise, it would likely cause turmoil and discontent in the court, thereby affecting the stability and development of the country.

Ning Yuanhe took a deep breath, trying to hide the complex emotions in her heart, and quickly regained her calm and solemn expression.

She quickly instructed the eunuch beside her, her voice gentle yet authoritative: "Quickly, prepare a seat for the Regent's Consort."

After bowing, Su Jinyun slowly sat down, then raised her eyes, her gaze calm yet containing a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Like a deep, boundless lake, its depths unfathomable, it silently gazed upon the Emperor.

Inside the Imperial Study, the silence was so profound that it seemed as if time had stood still.

Su Jinyun sat opposite the Emperor, her face solemn, her heart churning with turmoil.

This long silence, like a thick, impenetrable haze, pressed heavily over the entire space.

Even the surrounding air seemed to have been stripped of all its warmth and vitality, becoming oppressive and heavy, making it difficult and urgent to breathe.

Like an invisible yet resilient giant net, it tightly bound the two of them, preventing them from escaping.

The emperor and his minister gazed at each other silently. In the instant their eyes met, it was as if the whole world had quietly disappeared, leaving only the identical sorrow in their eyes.

This sorrow is like the undercurrents surging in the deep sea; it may appear calm on the surface, but it is actually churning up a storm in the depths of the heart.

Bearing countless unspeakable past events and unforgettable pain, these are the deep marks etched by time, and painful memories that cannot be easily erased.

Finally, Su Jinyun slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her chest heaved violently, as if gathering all the courage in her body.

After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with determination, as if she had made up her mind, breaking the almost suffocating silence.

She leaned forward slightly and bowed respectfully, her movements slow yet incredibly solemn, her tone full of reverence.

Yet, with a steadfastness and persistence tempered by the vicissitudes of time, he spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse: "Your Majesty, please forgive this old minister for overstepping his bounds and entering the palace without being summoned."

Over the years, I have been deeply grateful for His Majesty's kindness and tolerance; this old minister has always been grateful.

Su Jinyun's voice trembled slightly, her words filled with heartfelt gratitude to the Emperor, each word seemingly imbued with deep respect.

At this point, Su Jinyun paused slightly, her gaze slowly shifting into the distance, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.

It's as if, through the walls of this imperial study, one transcends the boundaries of time and space, and sees those bygone yet unforgettable years.

A hint of weariness and vicissitude involuntarily appeared in her eyes, traces of the relentless erosion of time and a testament to the trials and tribulations of life.

She sighed softly and continued, "Now this old minister is old and frail, and knows that his days are numbered."

It's time to find a proper place to erect a cenotaph for Qianluo from back then.

Upon hearing the name "Qianluo," Su Jinyun's voice choked instantly, and tears welled up in her eyes, as if this name carried all the joys and sorrows and longings of her life.

She trembled slightly, trying to calm the turbulent emotions surging within her. After a long while, Su Jinyun's gaze returned to the Emperor.

Her eyes glistened with tears, filled with anticipation and sorrow, as if she had placed all her last hopes on the emperor.

Her voice trembled slightly, and she said with deep emotion, "This old minister thinks that in the future, dust will return to dust, and ashes to ashes."

If I could have some of her personal belongings by my side, it would be enough to fulfill my life's longing and prevent me from feeling too lonely in the afterlife.

A single tear, like a crystal, rolled down her cheek unexpectedly as Su Jinyun's words, filled with endless affection and sorrow, fell.

In the almost deathly quiet imperial study, the sound of that tear falling seemed to be amplified infinitely by an invisible force.

Like a sigh of utter grief, it struck Ning Yuanhe's heart again and again like a heavy hammer.

Ning Yuanhe's heart was like a wisp of silk hanging above a bottomless abyss, fragile and taut.

At this moment, as the tear fell, it suddenly sank and slowly fell, as if being pulled by an invisible, heavy force.

As expected, Ning Yuanhe already knew clearly why Su Jinyun insisted on entering the Imperial Study despite her advanced age and frail health.

Her heart was in turmoil, a jumble of thoughts and anxieties. She desperately wanted to refuse the request.

However, Su Jinyun referred to herself as "old minister" from beginning to end, and every time she said "old minister," it was like a sharp sword piercing straight into Ning Yuanhe's heart.

This was clearly a conversation between her, the former Left Chancellor, and the Emperor, in an unquestionable, solemn, and serious manner.

Under such circumstances, even though Ning Yuanhe, as the emperor, had a thousand unwillingnesses and ten thousand helplessness in his heart, he really found it difficult to muster the courage to refuse.

Ning Yuanhe's gaze involuntarily fell on Su Jinyun, whose eyes were red and whose expression was sorrowful.

Looking at Su Jinyun's face, weathered by time and pain, it was as if one could see a series of bittersweet memories of the past.

Her own vision gradually blurred without her realizing it, and a hazy mist rose quietly, slowly obscuring everything in front of her.

Just like her confused and conflicted state of mind at this moment.

Until a warm tear slowly slid down her fair cheek.

Carrying the complex emotions that she had suppressed deep inside, it landed heavily on the back of her hand.

That instant warmth was like a scorching hot iron, instantly burning deep into her heart.

It made her body tremble slightly involuntarily, as if she had been struck by an electric current.

Over the years, a tacit understanding seemed to have been reached between the court and the government, and no one dared to easily touch upon the matter behind Qin Qianluo.

Following this tacit understanding, Ning Yuanhe pretended to be confused, carefully burying the deep, heart-wrenching pain deep within her heart.

It's like planting a seed that could sprout at any moment and pierce your heart.

Every unintentional touch caused her excruciating pain, as if a wound had been torn open.

However, today, Su Jinyun deliberately dragged her aging body, which was no longer strong, step by step, into the palace, and spoke to her about this matter with a solemn and heartbroken expression.

This seed, buried for so long, was as if awakened by a sudden storm, and it sprouted from the soil in an instant.

The pain in her heart surged like a raging tide, almost overwhelming her.

She understood deeply that the pain in Su Jinyun's heart was something she could never truly empathize with.

After all, Qin Qianluo was the love of Su Jinyun, with whom she had spent half her life, and whose love was as deep as the sea. She was the irreplaceable meaning in Su Jinyun's life.

The relationship between Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo is like the intricate root system of a towering tree.

They are deeply and firmly rooted in each other's lives, becoming an indispensable part of each other's lives.