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

As it turns out, leaving these seemingly insignificant termites behind was indeed useful.

They were like bait emitting an enticing aroma, successfully luring many people with ill intentions to take the bait.

Driven by self-interest, these people revealed their true colors, like moths to a flame, throwing themselves into a trap.

After this swift and decisive rectification, the court once again regained a semblance of peace and order.

However, beneath this calm surface, undercurrents are surging, and all sides are secretly observing, waiting for the next showdown.

The elderly Pei Yanci looked at the emperor before him, who had grown into a wise and benevolent ruler, and his heart was filled with joy and emotion.

The marks of time have quietly crept onto his face, and those wrinkles seem to be a testament to his lifelong dedication to the country.

He witnessed Ning Yuanhe's transformation from her initial naivety and confusion upon ascending the throne to her helplessness and bewilderment in the face of court intrigues.

Today, he is able to calmly handle various complex situations, demonstrating outstanding leadership skills and decisive decision-making ability.

Every time he sees Ning Yuanhe gradually grow stronger amidst adversity, he feels that his years of dedication to the country have been rewarded in the best way.

He knew that this young emperor, after experiencing countless hardships and challenges, had become fully capable and could shoulder the heavy responsibility of ensuring the prosperity of the Zhaoning Kingdom.

Those who thought they had hidden themselves very well couldn't help but sneer when they saw their allies being ruthlessly exposed.

Their eyes revealed a hint of disdain and arrogance, secretly pleased with themselves for believing that their plan was flawless and that no one else could detect their true intentions.

Their smugness was like a surging tide, hard to hide on their faces, as if they were showing off their "brilliance" to everyone.

However, they were unaware that their every move was under the control of the Emperor and the two prime ministers.

The Emperor and his two prime ministers merely glanced at them out of the corner of their eyes, a cold glint flashing in their eyes.

Like a fleeting flash of lightning, yet containing boundless power.

The three had already reached a tacit agreement: next time they would make an example of them to serve as a warning to others.

This will make it clear to everyone else in the court that any attempt to undermine national stability will be severely punished, and that the court of Zhaoning Kingdom is not a stage for them to act recklessly.

The ministers of the six ministries also looked around calmly, their eyes revealing a sense of composure and wisdom.

In their view, it was perfectly normal for heated debates to arise in the imperial court due to differing political views, sometimes even to the point of turning red in the face.

After all, everyone is expressing their opinions for the development of the country, and their starting point is to make Zhaoning Kingdom more prosperous and strong.

The clash of different viewpoints sparks intellectual insights and propels the nation forward.

However, if anyone harbors ill intentions and attempts to disrupt the stability of Zhaoning Kingdom and undermine the country's prosperity, then they should not be surprised if they are not polite.

Although they mainly focus on the political affairs of their respective departments and devote themselves to the operation of the country, busy with various complicated matters, they are not powerless.

They all had some skill in martial arts, not only for physical fitness, but also to defend the dignity and justice of the country when necessary.

The calligraphy brush in their hands can not only be used for writing, but also as a weapon. It is said that this brush-shaped weapon was made by the regent, and they inherited it from the previous one.

The Regent said that they were civil officials, and this brush-shaped weapon suited their temperament better. Therefore, both men and women practiced it, and now they were all highly skilled.

After the court session, they will take necessary actions against those with ill intentions.

Let these people understand that any attempt to undermine national peace and stability will come at a heavy price.

On the day the cenotaph was erected, the dawn light, like a soft veil, slowly unveiled the morning curtain of Zhaoning Kingdom.

Wisps of light, like nimble sprites, gently and quietly fall upon this ancient and vast land through the thin, wispy clouds.

This country, which carries countless stories and memories, seemed to be drawn by an invisible force from the depths of its soul at this moment.

A solemn and deeply affectionate farewell ceremony quietly unfolded in every corner, like a poem or a painting.

Almost the entire city's inhabitants, as if summoned by a silent destiny, stopped what they were doing at the same moment.

In the streets and alleys, pedestrians who were originally in a hurry suddenly changed their course.

From all directions of the capital, like a surging tide, they rushed and converged towards the imperial mausoleum.

Their expressions were all solemn and sorrowful, their steps hurried yet steady and powerful.

Each step felt like stepping on one's own heart, carrying with it a deep and profound respect and reluctance to part with the Regent, as weighty as a mountain and as deep as the ocean.

As the people arrived one after another outside the imperial mausoleum, this area, which was usually solemn and dignified, was now filled with a dense crowd.

However, in this vast space, there was no noise or chaos, only silence, a silence that shook the soul.

The people stood quietly, seemingly having reached a tacit understanding that required no words.

Their eyes were filled with sorrow and reluctance, their gazes seeming to transcend the long river of time.

We returned to the years when the regent walked alongside them, those days filled with hope and warmth.

They were like a group of the most devout believers, filled with awe and deep affection for the divine.

In this quiet yet powerful way, they bid farewell to the regent who had been a beacon illuminating their path forward.

Outside the capital, the news spread like wildfire to every village and county, every field and alleyway.

In the vast fields, the farmers who were working hard heard the news, and the farm tools they were holding seemed to lose their strength and quietly slipped to the ground.

They slowly straightened up, sweat rolling down their cheeks without them noticing.

Their gaze passed over the fields of crops swaying in the wind, looking towards the capital, their eyes filled with sorrow and longing.

The bustling market was suddenly silenced by the constant shouts of vendors, who stood there dumbfounded.

The goods in their hands seemed incredibly heavy, and their eyes were filled with bewilderment and sorrow.

In their cozy homes, busy women and children stopped what they were doing, tears welling in their eyes, and silently stepped out of their homes, gazing towards the capital.

They slowly kneel down, and the moment their knees touch the ground, it seems as if they are pouring out all the sorrow and reluctance in their hearts to the land that nurtured them.

They might kowtow devoutly, their foreheads touching the ground, each movement expressing their endless remembrance and longing for the Regent.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if time had stood still, and the whole world was immersed in this mournful atmosphere.

The entire Zhaoning Kingdom seemed to have been silenced by an invisible and sacred giant hand.

The usual hustle and bustle, the laughter and chatter, vanished without a trace in an instant.

A heavy, almost suffocating sadness permeated the sky, like a boundless, impenetrable black net.

It tightly envelops every corner of this land and every living being, making people feel a deep-seated sorrow and grief.

Just then, the Minister of Rites, dressed in a solemn black official robe, walked slowly toward the crowd with steady and firm steps.

That black official robe, like a deep and vast night sky, exuded a solemn and dignified aura, as if bearing the grief of the entire nation.

Her expression was exceptionally solemn. Every wrinkle etched on her face by time was filled with sorrow and grief, as if history had written a tragic chapter for her.

She paused slightly, glanced around at the grieving crowd, and then cleared her throat.

The voice seemed to pierce through endless sorrow, resounding in a loud and affectionate tone, like a great bell, in the silent air.

"The ways of Heaven are unfathomable, often startling the world with their upheavals; the people are insignificant, repeatedly suffering from calamities and being trapped in the mire."

In that era, drought raged, cracking the fertile fields into patterns resembling tortoise shells, and severing the rivers like rotten ropes; floods breached defenses, submerging countless villages and cooking fires into the belly of fish, and flattening hills and mounds like whetstones.

Even worse, swarms of locusts blotted out the sun, devouring fields and crops, leaving farmers weeping as they clutched their hoes in despair; the earth's veins collapsed, overturning houses and homes, forcing refugees to flee with the elderly and children in tow.

In the final days, an epidemic took advantage of the situation, leaving the streets and alleys desolate, incurable by medicine, and littered with bones.

Cang Hao silently lowered his eyes, regarding the people as drifting tumbleweeds and broken stalks; all the beings bowed their heads and sighed: "This is the will of Heaven, and cannot be reversed by human power!"

But you are different.

As regent, he possessed the benevolence to save the world, and when he saw the suffering and devastation, his heart burned with anguish.

He declared with conviction: "If Heaven fails the people, I will defy Heaven; if the people are plunged into misery, I will surely rescue them!"

He donned his armor and faced the perilous situation, disregarding his own safety to fight against the heavens for a sliver of hope, battling the calamity for a hundred days to survive.

At that time, the north wind was like a knife cutting his skin, and the sudden rain was like arrows piercing his bones. His body was covered with marks, yet he did not stop walking.

Thunder shattered mountains, torrents engulfed cities, and though the public was exhausted and weary, his will remained steadfast.

Some wept and pleaded, "Going against Heaven's will bring misfortune; why must you sacrifice yourself?"

He laughed and replied, "Even if this body is shattered into dust, it would be enough to save one person's life!" In the end, he used his flesh and blood to block the wrath of thunder, and collapsed from exhaustion, dying on the road to saving the people.

Alas! You are not capable of soaring to the heavens, but merely a mortal with a body only seven feet tall; yet your will can pierce the sun and moon, and your courage can shake rivers.

Heaven may take away the lives of the people, but you protect their lives; the Way may destroy the world's warmth, but you preserve the world's goodness.

The saying goes, "If there is injustice in the world, there is still justice in Heaven; if justice in Heaven is unjust, there is still a regent." He proved this loyalty with his death.

Today, people in the alleys and villages stop pounding grain and weep, and people in the mountains and fields stop hunting and grieve. This is not to mourn the passing of the Duke, but to respect the Duke's rebellion—rebellion against the indifferent way of Heaven, and protection of the human world.

Although he has passed away, his spirit of "defying fate with mortal bones" will transform into stars and hang in the long night, illuminating the path for those who come after him to tread the perilous road.

His ambition to "go against the tide for the common people" will surely be etched in history. We offer this incense with heartfelt sincerity, humbly hoping for your acceptance!