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

This black and white ball is none other than the system, Haoyue.

It comes from a dimension completely different from the human world, and its thinking is simple and direct, like a blank sheet of paper untouched by the world.

For those complex and subtle emotions in the human world, such as the oppressive feeling that makes it hard to breathe.

Or it could be a deep-seated, unspeakable sadness that it simply cannot comprehend.

It only sensed, through its innate keen perception, that the host it was bound to seemed to be in a rather strange state.

In its curious little head, countless question marks instantly surged up, like stars scattered across the night sky.

Unable to suppress the burning curiosity within it, it decided to reveal itself to investigate and try to unravel the mystery in its heart.

Since binding herself to this mortal emperor as her host, Haoyue seems to have embarked on a fantastical journey.

It has become like a highly efficient, non-stop, precision machine that automatically absorbs merit.

As time went by, the merits it absorbed flowed in like rivers flowing into the sea, and its own abilities grew stronger at an astonishing rate, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

For it, things like freely appearing are now just a matter of consuming a little bit of merit.

Just like taking a tiny pearl from a treasure trove full of dazzling gems, it is almost negligible compared to the vast "wealth" it contains.

The moon today is so rich that this little bit of merit is nothing to it and it can easily afford to pay the price.

It's like a small-time millionaire with endless treasures, completely unconcerned about such a small expense.

Ning Yuanhe was already used to Haoyue's sudden and unpredictable appearances.

This little guy seems to be filled with endless curiosity about everything in the world. Its curiosity is as strong as an inextinguishable flame, driving it to constantly explore everything around it.

In its eyes, the whole world is a huge playground full of surprises and mysteries, with unknown fun hidden in every corner.

It's like a child who never grows up, full of longing and enthusiasm for new things.

Fortunately, although it is bursting with curiosity, it does not get carried away or lose its sense of propriety.

It seems to have an innate understanding of when to appear and when to hide, as if guided by a mysterious intuition.

She would never rashly appear in the presence of all the ministers; otherwise, Ning Yuanhe would truly be missing a crucial trump card that could turn the tide and control the overall situation at critical moments.

In the ever-changing political arena, every detail can affect the fate of the nation.

The timely disappearance and reappearance of the bright moon undoubtedly added a mysterious and powerful boost to the emperor.

Back then, the situation in the imperial court was incredibly complex and chaotic, like a tangled mess that left people bewildered and at a loss for where to begin.

The veteran officials, relying on their seniority, solid foundation in the court, and extensive connections, acted arrogantly and clung tightly to their power.

They treat it as their private property and have no intention of delegating power to the younger generation.

They cling to old ways, unwilling to accept new ideas and changes, and try to maintain the old order, unaware that this stubborn insistence is gradually becoming an obstacle to national development.

Meanwhile, the new officials, in order to secure a place in this treacherous court and to ensure their careers soared, were busy seeking powerful patrons and currying favor with influential figures.

They spared no effort, even resorting to bribery, to achieve their goals.

The entire court was thrown into chaos by them, discipline collapsed, and government orders were not effectively implemented.

Officials only thought about how to seek personal gain, while ignoring the interests of the country and the well-being of the people.

At that time, Ning Yuanhe was exhausted and overwhelmed by the difficult situation of internal and external troubles.

Internally, there is chaos in the imperial court, with various forces constantly fighting; externally, there are disasters in neighboring countries, and the border situation is tense.

Every decision is related to the rise and fall of the nation, and every step is taken with extreme caution, as the slightest misstep could lead to utter ruin.

If we rely solely on the left and right prime ministers to quell this chaotic situation, while it's not entirely without a solution, the problem certainly won't be resolved so smoothly and easily.

In those difficult times, every decision required careful consideration and weighing of pros and cons, like finding a way out through thorns, full of challenges and risks.

Fortunately, she had the magical system Haoyue by her side. It was like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating Ning Yuanhe's path forward in the endless darkness.

It's like a guide when she's lost, showing her the way in a complex maze.

It's more like a source of comfort when she's tired, offering her warmth and strength when she's exhausted.

It was as if the Regent had never truly left, always guarding Ning Yuanhe's side, giving her support and encouragement.

At this moment, Ning Yuanhe's hand unconsciously stroked Haoyue's round head, feeling its soft down.

That delicate touch felt like a warm current, slowly flowing through her heart.

A sense of comfort welled up in her heart, a comfort like a flower blooming in the darkness, bringing her a touch of warmth and hope.

At least, the Regent left her with Haoyue, who accompanied and helped her on this challenging and arduous path to becoming an emperor.

It gave her a sense of warmth and support amidst her loneliness and exhaustion, like finding a solid lighthouse in a dark ocean, guiding her forward.

The news that Regent Qin Qianluo was about to erect a cenotaph swept through the entire court and beyond like a sudden gust of wind.

This instantly stirred up a huge wave of emotions among the crowd, with reactions from all sides being quite different, like two roads going in opposite directions, clearly distinct.

Those who agreed with the sentiment were filled with deep respect and remembrance for Qin Qianluo.

In their eyes, Qin Qianluo's contributions to the Zhaoning Kingdom were like a towering, immortal monument.

Engraved on the long scroll of the nation's history, shining brightly and never fading away.

For them, erecting a cenotaph is more than just a formality.

This is not only a high recognition and remembrance of Qin Qianluo's outstanding achievements throughout her life, but also a profound tribute to her selfless dedication.

It is as if this cenotaph can bear people's endless longing for her, allowing her heroic spirit to feel the respect of the world in another world.

However, dissenting voices also arose one after another, the vast majority of which came from officials who had received Qin Qianluo's selfless help, as well as a group of officials who had come from her fiefdom.

Deep in their hearts, these people hold fast to an almost obsessive conviction, like a persistent glimmer of light in the darkness.

They stubbornly believed that as long as they refused to acknowledge this cruel reality, the prince who protected them like a god would remain.

On a sunny morning or a moonlit night, he would ride that majestic, tall horse, just like always.

With that warm and welcoming smile, she appeared before them with a dashing and confident air, continuing to lead them toward a bright future.

In their hearts, the cenotaph is like an ominous curse, a ruthless trampling on their beautiful expectation of the prince's return.

They simply couldn't accept that the kind prince who had sheltered them from the wind and rain with his own body and given them warmth and hope like the sun.

It vanished into the world without warning, like a brilliant star suddenly falling, leaving only endless darkness and loss.

When they heard that the decision to erect a cenotaph came from Su Jinyun, these previously noisy opponents seemed to be instantly choked by an invisible force.

They all fell into a long and heavy silence.

They all understood that Qin Qianluo's departure was undoubtedly a devastating disaster for Su Jinyun.

That heart-wrenching pain was like being pierced by a thousand arrows, penetrating to the very marrow, something that outsiders like them could never truly understand.

The relationship between Su Jinyun and Qin Qianluo was as solid as a rock. Now that Qin Qianluo has left, the pain that Su Jinyun is enduring is beyond their imagination.

They knew they were powerless to share Su Jinyun's excruciating pain, let alone offer her any real comfort.

At least in this matter, they cannot add to her troubles or become stumbling blocks on her path.

Thus, under this heavy and helpless realization, these people gradually quieted down.

He silently buried the unspeakable sorrow and reluctance in his heart, turning it into a silent sigh.

Those few opponents, though harboring ulterior motives, were in reality clowns attempting to disrupt the court and seek personal gain.

They are like a malignant tumor hidden in the darkness, always coveting the power and wealth of the court, and attempting to achieve their ulterior motives by creating chaos.

Upon learning of the ugly motives behind these objections, a cold and resolute glint flashed in Ning Yuanhe's eyes.

The light was like a sharp blade suddenly drawn from its sheath in the cold night, exuding an undeniable majesty and murderous aura.

She acted decisively, launching another comprehensive and thorough purge of the court with ruthless methods.

She knew perfectly well that the corrupt officials in the court were like weeds growing rampant in the wilderness.

"Wildfire cannot burn it out, the spring breeze brings it back to life." No matter how hard we try, it is difficult to completely eradicate it.

Sometimes, deliberately leaving one or two seemingly insignificant parasites can play an unexpected role at crucial moments.

Just like planting a key hidden piece in a complex game of chess, though small, it can influence the overall trend and become an important bargaining chip for controlling the situation.

At this moment, Ning Yuanhe was dressed in a magnificent and solemn dragon robe, the exquisitely embroidered golden dragon on the robe seemingly demonstrating her supreme authority.

She sat tall and straight on the dragon throne, a symbol of supreme power, like a deity looking down upon all living beings.

Her gaze was cold and sharp, as keen as a falcon's, sweeping over the assembled officials as if she wanted to see through the deepest thoughts in each of their hearts.