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

She could hardly imagine how much courage Su Jinyun had mustered and how many sleepless nights she had endured.

Only then can one face this abyss-like pain and utter these words, each one filled with heartache and deep emotion.

Silence, like a thick and oppressive haze, spread freely in the air.

The atmosphere in the Imperial Study grew increasingly heavy, as if the entire world had been muted.

After a long while, the Emperor slightly raised his head, as if using all his strength, and slowly nodded.

The nodding motion seemed to carry an immense weight, each movement appearing incredibly difficult.

Her voice was unusually hoarse because of grief, helplessness, and the intense struggle deep within her heart.

It sounded like sandpaper rubbing against a rough wooden board, carrying a heartbreaking sense of vicissitude: "I have already made up my mind about this matter and will handle it properly."

The Regent has devoted his life to the country and his achievements are remarkable. He deserves to be buried in the imperial mausoleum and enjoy royal worship forever.

This arrangement, I suppose, is a fitting reward for her life's hard work. I wonder if the old Prime Minister finds it appropriate?

Upon hearing the Emperor's arrangement to bury Qianluo in the imperial mausoleum, Su Jinyun's heart was instantly stirred, and countless thoughts surged like a tide.

Her graceful figure will always be that agile silhouette that blends seamlessly with the wilderness, like a bird soaring freely.

They are fascinated by the vastness of the world and have an endless love for a life free from constraints.

She clearly remembered that every time Qianluo stepped into the wilderness, her eyes would light up with a dazzling light, a light even more radiant than the warm spring sun.

She ran freely in the wilderness, her hair flying in the wind, her silvery laughter echoing across every inch of the land, as if the whole world had become more beautiful because of her joy.

Such a beautiful scene seems worlds apart from the solemn and strictly regulated imperial mausoleum.

Therefore, as soon as the Emperor finished speaking, Su Jinyun almost instinctively wanted to refuse.

However, just as she slightly parted her lips, as if about to say something but then hesitated, she slowly raised her head and inadvertently met the Emperor's gaze.

At that moment, she seemed to be struck by an invisible force, and her whole body was slightly stunned.

She saw a pleading look in the Emperor's eyes, like a faint star twinkling in the deep night sky, revealing endless weariness and helplessness.

That look in her eyes was filled with deep respect and lingering reluctance for the regent, and also with the heavy responsibility she, as the ruler of a country, bore for the dignity of the nation and for this arrangement.

That glance struck Su Jinyun's heart like a heavy hammer.

The words of refusal that were on the tip of her tongue seemed to be tightly wrapped by an invisible film, making it impossible for her to utter them.

Yes, Zhaoning Kingdom, that is the kingdom that Qianluo painstakingly crafted with her whole life's blood, passion, and extraordinary wisdom.

Every inch of this land is soaked with Qianluo's hard work; every rise and fall is marked by Qianluo's painstaking efforts.

Qianluo's deep affection for Zhaoning Kingdom is like a surging river, endless and boundless; she has given her youth, dreams, and even her life to it.

They have given everything without reservation to this land and the millions of people who live on it.

If Qianluo could travel through time and space and stand before them at this moment, with her sincere heart that cares for the world and is dedicated to selfless service.

They would surely understand and gladly agree to the Emperor's arrangement.

For Qianluo, who had spent her life working tirelessly for the Zhaoning Kingdom, enduring countless trials and tribulations, and was physically and mentally exhausted, being buried in the imperial mausoleum was a blessing.

Perhaps it truly is an ideal resting place where she can peacefully find peace.

In that solemn and majestic imperial mausoleum, guarded by the eternal silence of time, she will be completely far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.

In the embrace of tranquility, one can enjoy eternal rest, like a traveler who has experienced many hardships finally finding his own peaceful harbor.

Thinking of this, Su Jinyun felt a mix of emotions, including deep heartache for Qianluo and a sense of helplessness and acceptance of this arrangement.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she nodded slowly, her voice trembling slightly.

It was as if every word carried a thousand unspoken words: "This old minister thanks Your Majesty for your consideration. If Qianluo knew of this arrangement in the afterlife, she would surely smile with joy."

From then on, he would rest in peace in the afterlife, free from all turmoil; that would be the best ending for him.

Su Jinyun paused slightly, her gaze softening and becoming more tender, as if she had pierced through the mists of time and space to see every moment she had spent with Qianluo.

Those beautiful memories unfolded before her eyes like a series of paintings.

Then, she spoke slowly, her voice soft yet full of determination and anticipation, like a new bud breaking through the soil in spring, carrying a tenacious vitality.

"However, this old minister has one more request—if His Majesty would grant me permission to be buried with Qianluo after my death, that would be my last wish in this life."

This matter has disturbed Your Majesty's ears; I humbly request Your Majesty's leniency.

The moment the Emperor's gaze fell upon Su Jinyun's nod, the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart since Su Jinyun entered the palace seemed to be slowly lifted by an invisible force, finally settling to the ground.

She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, her breath filled with a sense of ease, and then agreed without hesitation.

The affection between Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo is as majestic as a high mountain and as deep as the ocean, unbreakable and enduring, and their marriage was even ordered by the Emperor himself.

It was only natural and proper for Su Jinyun to be buried next to Qin Qianluo; it was the final resting place that their deep affection, which had lasted through life and death, deserved.

Su Jinyun bowed respectfully, her movements slow yet dignified.

Then, she slowly turned around, dragging her body, which was slightly unsteady from the erosion of time and pain, and left the Imperial Study step by step as if carrying a heavy burden.

Her silhouette, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun streaming through the window, appeared all the more lonely and weathered, like a painting sealed by time, telling endless stories.

The emperor's gaze followed the receding figure like a thread.

Vision gradually blurred without them noticing, as a thin mist, like a veil, quietly spread, rendering the whole world hazy and illusory.

Memories of the past surged forth like a tidal wave; some of the old ministers, with solemn faces and earnest words, instructed her on strategies for governing the country.

Some were kind and approachable, earnestly imparting to her the principles of conduct and interpersonal relationships.

Every expression, every word, is like an inscription engraved in my heart, so clear that it seems to echo right in my ears.

However, it seems to be separated by the long river of time, unreachable, and can only be pursued in memories.

Ning Yuanhe sighed softly, a sigh that sounded like the howling wind in the cold autumn night, carrying endless helplessness, emotion, and lament for the fleeting passage of time.

The echoes reverberated in the quiet and spacious Imperial Study, lingering for a long time.

The eunuchs serving nearby were like frightened birds, every nerve taut, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Over the years, the Emperor's temper has been as unpredictable as the weather in June, sometimes clear skies and bright sunshine, sometimes dark clouds and thunder, making him impossible to fathom.

Even for him, a senior eunuch who had served the emperor for many years and thought he knew the emperor's habits inside and out, it was becoming increasingly difficult to understand the emperor's joys and sorrows.

Fortunately, the emperor was kind and benevolent by nature, and not a cruel and bloodthirsty person. Otherwise, being in the sensitive and dangerous position of the chief eunuch, he would have to live in fear every day.

If one is constantly worried that the slightest carelessness in one's words or actions will bring about a fatal disaster, then life will surely be like walking on thin ice, trembling with fear, with every step filled with unknown dangers.

At this moment, the air in the Imperial Study seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible yet powerful hand, so stagnant that it was almost suffocating.

The somber atmosphere, like a heavy leaden cloud, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, making them feel as if they were in an airtight cage.

Ning Yuanhe was completely immersed in the depths of her emotional vortex. Memories of the past played out in her mind like vivid dramas.

Those difficult choices were like walking on the edge of a cliff; one wrong step and you would fall into an abyss of no return.

The infighting in the imperial court, the open and covert struggles among various factions, are like a surging undercurrent, constantly threatening the stability of the country.

The people's expectations, those pairs of eager eyes, were like countless bright lamps, illuminating her path forward, yet also making her deeply feel the weight of her responsibility.

All of this rushed into her mind like a tidal wave in that instant, leaving her thoughts in turmoil, her heart as chaotic as a tangled mess of threads.

The servants standing by were all very careful, not daring to breathe, their expressions as solemn as wooden or clay sculptures.

They were afraid of making the slightest sound, breaking the oppressive, almost frozen silence, and thus disturbing the emperor who was deep in thought.

They could only stand silently in place, their eyes revealing a hint of worry and helplessness, like a group of helpless bystanders watching the emperor struggle alone in the turmoil of emotions.

In this oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe, as if time had stood still.

A soft yet dazzling halo of light, like a magnificent flower suddenly blooming in the darkness, appeared silently without warning.

This halo exudes a warm and mysterious aura, as if it can dispel all the gloom and coldness in the world and bring light and hope.

The halo gradually condensed and contracted, the light becoming softer and brighter, and a cute black and white ball slowly appeared.

Its fluffy body and black and white fur looked especially cute under the halo of light, like an elf from a mysterious world.

With its short, agile legs, it hopped and skipped with practiced skill and precision to the side of the emperor, who was dressed in a magnificent dragon robe.

It lightly leaped into the emperor's arms, as if it had found the warmest and safest harbor, and sat down steadily.

Then, its big, round, watery eyes blinked and curiously looked at the emperor in front of it, who looked a little lonely and was lost in thought.

Her eyes were filled with innocence and doubt, as if she were trying to read the emperor's innermost feelings.