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

As for the princes in the harem, the concubines did not consider them for the future.

Even if some of them were their own children, they felt no reluctance or concern.

These princes grew up in the power struggles and distorted environment of the palace from a young age. They were all like little devils possessed by demons, and they were cruel and ruthless towards their mothers who gave birth to them, showing no affection whatsoever.

They either wantonly beat and killed palace maids and eunuchs in the palace, turning a deaf ear to their mother's teachings, or they spoke ill of their mother, their eyes full of disgust and disdain.

What is there for them to cherish and be reluctant to part with such heartless and cruel children?

It's a pity that none of those innocent and carefree princesses, except for Dark Moon, were lucky enough to live to adulthood.

The only one remaining is the little princess born to Murong Yan, who is not yet three years old.

The poor child had been weak and sickly since birth. He was lying in his crib with a pale face, a slightly furrowed brow, and faint breathing sounds coming from his mouth from time to time.

If it weren't for Murong Yan's all-out, life-or-death protection, she would probably have already perished under that scoundrel emperor's wanton torment.

Following Qin Qianluo's instructions, the soldiers meticulously collected and registered all the opium in the palace.

They would either bend over and lift heavy boxes of opium, the veins on their arms bulging as they did so, or squat on the ground, carefully counting the amount of opium.

His eyes were fixed on the record book in his hands, his expression focused and serious. He then began preparations for its destruction.

At this moment, in a corner of the palace, chests of opium were piled up, and a pungent, putrid stench permeated the air, as if this sinful thing was struggling before its death.

After properly settling the women in the harem, Qin Qianluo dared not slack off in the slightest. She took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and then strode straight to deal with the opium matter.

In her heart, only by thoroughly destroying these harmful substances could she truly restore a pure land to the world, so that opium would be completely eradicated from the world and no longer harm the people.

Accompanied by An Yue, Ling Xue and Ling Wei excitedly entered the gloomy and damp prison.

Upon entering the prison, the pungent stench and oppressive atmosphere immediately assaulted her senses. Ling Xue instinctively covered her nose, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with disgust.

Ling Wei gripped Ling Xue's arm tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and her body trembling slightly.

Water droplets hung on the surrounding walls, dripping down as if adding to the sorrow of this earthly hell.

They immediately spotted their own family members. Their mother had long since perished from the relentless torment inflicted by those family members, leaving only their father and brothers barely clinging to life.

Ling Xue and her companion looked at the emaciated and disheveled people in the prison, feeling a sense of satisfaction. How ironic this scene was.

Ling Xue's eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up in them. She bit her lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall.

Ling Wei burst into tears, covered her face with her hands, and her body convulsed uncontrollably.

All the pain and suffering that once felt like thorns in my back and were etched into my heart was finally released without reservation at this momentous occasion, like a flood bursting its banks.

At that time, dark clouds filled the sky, pressing heavily over the prison, much like the gloom that had accumulated in their hearts over the years, heavy and oppressive.

Those family members who acted like animals in the past, and whose behavior chilled people to the bone, have finally received their just deserts under the wheel of fate.

This retribution, like justice delayed, was slow yet unwavering, allowing the two to quell the resentment and grievances that had been building up in their hearts for years.

The tears streaming down their faces were not from witnessing their family's current wretched state, nor from grief over the sudden passing of their biological mother.

Those tears contained an outpouring and expression of the injustices she had silently endured for years.

For years, they lived in that so-called home as if in an ice cellar, suffering discrimination, insults, and oppression. Every moment of their lives was marked with the marks of pain.

At this moment, all these pains and sorrows found some solace and comfort in these seemingly silent tears, as if fate were giving them a belated embrace.

Outside the prison, a fierce wind howled, making the withered branches tremble as if lamenting their past misfortunes.

Look, now they are like butterflies emerging from their cocoons, gracefully accompanying their masters, living peaceful and prosperous lives, with happiness like the warm spring sun, seeping into every crevice of their lives.

In contrast, those "relatives" who used to beat and verbally abuse them are now like grasshoppers in autumn, trapped in this dark and damp prison, barely surviving.

They while away the rest of their lives in despair and regret. This stark contrast is like an ironic painting drawn by fate itself.

It makes one sigh at the impermanence of life and the inevitable retribution for good and evil. The dim light inside the prison flickered, illuminating the haggard and disheveled faces of those people, a stark contrast to their current composure and calmness.

The feeling of exhilaration in their hearts was like a surging tide, crashing against their hearts wave after wave.

Ling Xue slightly raised her trembling right hand and gently placed it on her chest, as if trying to suppress the turmoil in her heart. Her other hand tightly gripped the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Ling Wei, standing beside her, took a deep breath and straightened her spine, as if adjusting her somewhat disordered breathing in response to what she was seeing.

The two raised their eyes again, their gazes filled with icy, chilling mockery as they coldly stared at the once arrogant crowd before them.

Those inside the prison, too, inadvertently noticed those two sharp, piercing gazes.

When their father saw them, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with disbelief and panic.

She seemed unable to believe that her once submissive daughters would now appear before her in such a manner.

But he quickly came to his senses. His long-standing arrogance and domineering nature made him forget his situation in an instant. Like a maddened beast, he pounced on the cold, hard railing.

He gripped the railing tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his arms, and swayed as he shouted hoarsely, ordering the two men to let them out immediately.

Their狰狞 faces and vicious tone made it seem as if they were still the same weak women who could be manipulated at will.

They even attempted to blackmail them in the name of the family, threatening to ruthlessly expel them from the family if they did not obey, leaving them isolated and helpless.

Looking at the two people making such a fool of themselves, Ling Xue and Ling Wei couldn't help but curl their lips into a cold, mocking smile.

These are their blood relatives, yet even now, as prisoners, they still act superior and speak in a condescending tone when they need something from them.

Yet it hasn't diminished at all, which is utterly ridiculous and makes one feel sad for its ignorance and foolishness.

Snowflakes drifted down outside, landing on the stone path and leaving white marks, seemingly adding a touch of melancholy to this farce.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing the same resolute determination and relief in each other's eyes, and then fell silent.

Today, they specifically asked their master for permission to come here, with a simple and pure purpose: to witness this ridiculous farce firsthand.

Hearing firsthand about the current state of decline and despair of the family that once terrified them, they were able to completely untie the knot in their hearts that had been imprisoned by hatred and pain for many years, and regain their freedom.

Now that their goal had been successfully achieved, there was no lingering attachment or regret left. The two exchanged one last glance, then turned away without hesitation.

Ling Xue took the lead and lifted her foot, moving lightly with each step firm and steady, as if she wanted to trample the pain and humiliation of the past under her feet.

Ling Wei, standing beside her, followed closely behind, her skirt swaying gently with each step, as they slowly walked away together.

Dark Moon, who had been standing behind the two, had a sharp, mocking look in her lively fox-like eyes, as sharp as an ice blade.

She slightly raised her chin and glanced indifferently at the group of distraught and wretched people in the prison with her icy gaze that seemed to pierce through their souls.

Then, she gently lifted her foot, clad in an exquisite long boot, each step seeming to tread upon past pain and humiliation, her lotus-like steps creating a soft rustling sound.

It was as if she were bidding a final farewell to her unbearable past. She turned around with the two of them, her posture upright, like a plum blossom that grows ever more resilient in the cold wind.

A feeling of exhilaration surged within her like a raging tide. How wonderful it was to have a father who existed only in name and had never offered her a shred of warmth or protection.

He had already been killed by General An Yuan, and his eyes closed forever, like a decaying leaf swept away by the raging winds of fate.

The gloom that had once hung over her head was finally beginning to dissipate.

Now, Ling Xue and the other person are like phoenixes rising from the ashes. After countless painful struggles and trials, they have finally broken free from the heavy shackles that imprisoned their hearts and completely let go of the hatred of the past.

The three sisters have faced numerous hardships along their journey, their tears and pain forming an impenetrable web.

Only now, with courage and perseverance, has the ability to completely tear apart the net that binds body and mind, and to fully savor the intoxicating sweetness of freedom, like fine wine.

For the rest of their long lives, they only need to follow their master closely, like stars surrounding the moon, and their master will surely provide them with a peaceful and tranquil sky.

Life will surely be like a babbling brook under the warm spring sun, overflowing with happiness and comfort, free from the worries and constraints of the past.

The road ahead seems to be gently paved by the bright, warm sun, waiting for the three of them to take light yet firm steps forward, to write their own brand new chapter.

At this moment, the snow gradually stopped, and a faint blush appeared on the horizon, as if sending beautiful blessings to their new life.

Their backs were straight and firm, as if they were bidding farewell to the pain and humiliation of the past.

They seemed oblivious to the vile curses hurled at them from behind; to them, those curses were nothing more than the final struggles and wails of losers, utterly meaningless.

After all, those people are like candles flickering in the wind, with only a few days left to live in this world, so why bother arguing with these dying people?

It only makes me upset and upset, and I'm hurting the freedom that I've finally gained.

Moreover, if they were to get sick from getting upset and cause their master worry, that would truly be a loss. Their master had treated them with immense kindness, how could they bear to let him worry about them?

After months of arduous and protracted warfare, the Tianxuan army finally won a victory. General Anyuan decided to rest in the imperial city for a week before setting off to return home.