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

The army is now on its return journey, and according to the schedule, it should be able to arrive in the capital smoothly before the New Year's Day.

The next morning at court, the emperor, filled with joy, ascended the Golden Palace with majestic and steady steps and sat firmly on the dragon throne.

He wore a magnificent dragon robe and a dazzling crown. Every step he took was firm and powerful, and the hem of his dragon robe swayed gently with each step, exuding an aura of supreme majesty in the sunlight.

Outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, sunlight shines on the white marble steps, reflecting a dazzling light. Thin frost has condensed on the bronze tripods on both sides of the steps, shimmering with a cool light under the sunlight.

After all the officials had finished their homage, the emperor cleared his throat and solemnly announced this momentous news to them.

In an instant, the Golden Palace erupted in jubilation, with joy surging like a tidal wave.

Qin Xiang and Qin Jiyuan were particularly excited. They looked at each other and saw relief and pride in each other's eyes.

Qin Xiang's eyes reddened slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and his hands clenched unconsciously. He thought to himself: Luo'er is finally coming back.

For nearly a year, Luo'er was almost always on the go, braving wind and rain, from the scorching heat of summer to the bitter cold of winter, she never flinched.

Now that the Xuanyuan Kingdom has been conquered, Luo'er can finally return to their side and share the joys of family life with them.

Qin Jiyuan's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was choked by his emotions and could only exhale heavily to calm his excitement.

Su Jinyun stood in the imperial court, her eyes crinkling with a smile as beautiful and captivating as a blooming flower. She gently raised her hand and touched the strands of hair by her ear.

His eyes sparkled with joy and anticipation, and his longing for Qianluo surged like a tide. Since Qianluo left, he had been eagerly waiting for her every day.

She often finds herself reminiscing about the moments she shared with Qianluo during her free time.

Or perhaps the two of them stroll through the garden, admiring the flowers. Qianluo gently inhales the fragrance of the blossoms, her face beaming with an innocent smile.

Or they might sit down for a long talk in the Qingfeng Academy, discussing poetry and prose, their words flowing like pearls, their insights unique.

Those beautiful memories, like dazzling pearls, are embedded in her heart.

Now, the long-awaited return of the beauty is finally here, and from now on, I can see that familiar and moving figure every day. My heart is filled with joy and anticipation, as if I can already see the scene of being with Qianluo.

While the emperor was overjoyed, he frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

In this round of rewards and recognition for meritorious service, what kind of reward should be given to the exceptionally intelligent young girl of the Qin family to match her outstanding achievements?

Logically, according to custom, he should be promoted and given a higher rank, which is the glory and path to advancement that many officials dream of.

However, the girl had said in her heart that she did not want to be promoted any further. If the reward was not appropriate and it angered her, wouldn't she, with her stubborn nature, just quit?

This truly troubled the Emperor. After court, he paced back and forth in his study, his dragon boots making a soft sound as they stepped on the ground.

Every step he took seemed to carry his thoughts and considerations. Sometimes he would stop and stare at the map on the wall, and sometimes he would stroke his beard, racking his brains for a solution.

He was trying to find a perfect balance between upholding the court's etiquette and satisfying the girl's personal wishes.

Unbeknownst to Qin Qianluo, who was on her way home, in the magnificent palace, the emperor was deep in thought, frowning as he pondered how to best reward her, as he stroked the memorials on his desk.

At this moment, she was busy in front of a makeshift grill in a vast, snowy field.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes fixed on the rabbit legs on the grill, a stubborn look in them.

Under the grill, the firelight flickered, illuminating her cheeks, which were flushed red from the cold wind, like ripe red berries in winter.

The rabbit legs sizzled and dripped oil over the fire, causing the campfire to crackle and sparks to gleam brightly in the snowy landscape.

The distant mountains were all covered in white snow, and the world was a vast expanse of white. Only she and the barbecue structure formed a unique picture.

Witnessing all this from within the space, 001 couldn't help but feel a deep sense of melancholy. His son, Luo Bao, was intelligent, quick-witted, and exceptionally skilled in martial arts.

He was proficient in military campaigns, poetry, and strategy, but his culinary skills were utterly lacking in any way to be praised.

She watched helplessly as the once tender rabbit leg gradually carbonized in Qin Qianluo's hands, turning into a dark "lump of charcoal".

001 flapped its magnificent wings with heartache, unable to bear the sight, and quickly covered its bright phoenix eyes with its wings, as if this could shield it from the "tragic" scene.

Looking at the rabbit leg in her hand that had once again "sacrificed itself heroically," Qin Qianluo gritted her teeth, pouted slightly, and felt annoyed and confused.

She followed the steps exactly, from the marinade to the control of the heat, carefully considering every step.

Even the amount of seasoning was determined by the cook. Why is it that once the rabbit legs are in my hands, they always turn out like this, as if under a spell?

The soldiers gathered around stood frozen in place, as if under a spell.

They were dressed in heavy armor, with a few snowflakes on the plates, yet they felt no cold at all.

Their eyes were fixed on the "charcoal" in Princess Qingyun's hand, and the corners of their mouths involuntarily turned up slightly, revealing a row of white teeth.

They wanted to laugh but dared not, forcing their laughter back, their faces turning bright red, like apples frozen red in the snow.

His shoulders trembled incessantly from the effort to endure the pain, like withered branches swaying in the wind.

They had all firmly believed that Princess Qingyun was omnipotent, whether in her dominance on the battlefield or her strategic planning in the camp.

She had always handled things with ease, but she never expected to stumble so badly over such a small matter as cooking. At this moment, she could only desperately suppress her laughter, afraid that the princess might discover it if she wasn't careful.

General An Yuan heard the commotion from a short distance away and, piqued by curiosity, hurried over.

He was tall and strong, with a lithe figure, and his military uniform looked even more heroic in the snow.

Upon closer inspection, his originally serious and stern face instantly crumbled, and he grinned, bursting into laughter.

Princess Qingyun had tried roasting meat during a hunt in the hunting grounds, but it ended in failure.

Unexpectedly, he still hasn't given up and is challenging again. He truly has a stubborn streak of not giving up, which is quite endearing.

Hearing the suppressed laughter rising and falling around her, Qin Qianluo felt her face burning and was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do.

She hurriedly put down the "charcoal" in her hand, her eyes darting around, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, then quickly letting go, pretending to be busy.

She straightened the wrinkles in her cloak and touched the accessories at her waist, as if the ridiculous scene had never happened, trying to hide her embarrassment.

When the soldiers saw Princess Qingyun's little actions, they first looked at each other in surprise, and as their eyes met, the corners of their mouths twitched uncontrollably.

Finally, unable to contain themselves any longer, they burst into laughter.

The laughter, like a surging wave, instantly broke through the restrained dam and echoed freely in the empty camp.

Several young soldiers were laughing so hard they were doubled over, clutching their stomachs with both hands, their bodies bent like shrimp, their facial muscles contorted from laughing so hard, and their eyes narrowed into slits.

Even more extreme, some people stomped their feet and laughed so hard that the snow under their feet crunched and splashed up white snow mist. Their faces were as red as ripe apples, and the veins on their foreheads bulged.

Qin Qianluo felt as if her cheeks were being burned by a raging fire, the heat spreading all the way to her ears, making her feel flustered and confused.

Overwhelmed with shyness, she resembled a frightened fawn, hurriedly lowering her head and instinctively clutching the hem of her clothes before quickly disappearing into the tent, leaving behind only a flustered silhouette.

Inside the tent, the dim candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the tent walls, as if secretly observing this little farce.

Qin Qian sat on the simple bed frame, breathing heavily, her chest heaving.

The blush on her face lingered for a long time, her delicate features now appearing as if bathed in the glow of the sunset, her eyes sparkling with annoyance and embarrassment.

Murong Yan and her sisters were stunned by the sudden scene and stood there dumbfounded.

Behind them was a forest covered in snow, the branches bent low by the weight of the snow. Occasionally, a few crows would be startled by the laughter and flap their wings as they flew into the leaden sky.

Murong Yan's mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide open, full of surprise. Her cherry-like mouth looked as if an egg could fit inside, and her slender eyebrows were raised high.

After a while, as they came to their senses, a faint, irrepressible smile rose in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly imposing young general is actually quite adorable and innocent in real life.

As for his cooking skills, they were truly astonishing, and I dare not offer any praise whatsoever.

A woman raised her hand to gently cover her mouth, her eyes and brows showing barely suppressed laughter. Her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and two shallow dimples appeared on her fair face.

The other person's shoulders trembled slightly as he tried to suppress his laughter, his nose twitched gently, and his face turned slightly red from holding it in.

Because of this amusing incident, Murong Yan and the others, along with Hua Lingxiao's family and subordinates, relaxed and became more at ease.

This seemingly insignificant incident clearly reveals the young general's kind and magnanimous nature.

In the surrounding campsites, campfires blazed, and sparks drifted in the wind, mingling with the swirling snowflakes.

Faced with the soldiers' unrestrained laughter and mockery, the young general could only shake his head helplessly, a bitter smile on his lips, his bright eyes filled with only embarrassment and a hint of helplessness.

From the young general's calm and composed reaction, everyone could deeply feel the generosity, tolerance, and simple folk customs of the Tianxuan Kingdom.

This country must be a place full of warmth and kindness, and its customs and traditions must be as beautiful as a poem or painting.

This understanding intensified everyone's curiosity about the Tianxuan Kingdom, and made them feel more relaxed and at ease, as if they were under the warm spring sun.

This little anecdote was like a shooting star streaking across the sky, fleeting and ephemeral.

After a brief rest, the army resumed its journey back to the capital, steadily advancing towards the city.

At that time, the sky was shrouded in gloom, and the lead-gray clouds were like towering mountains, pressing heavily on the horizon, as if they could collapse at any moment.

In a moment, fine snowflakes began to fall, fluttering down like a group of fairies in white dresses dancing lightly in the air.