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

Laughter and cheerful voices rang out from inside the house like silver bells, and the deep family affection seemed to transform into a warm sun, piercing straight through the cold winter day.

It added a heartwarming touch to this icy world, immersing the entire Prime Minister's residence in a deep and warm family atmosphere.

Inside the Left Prime Minister's residence, bright lanterns hung high, their glows intertwining, and laughter seemed to warm the cold winter day.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the capital, brothels were secluded places shrouded in the night.

The carved pavilions were shrouded in a hazy glow under the dim moonlight, and the candlelight flickered through the vermilion windows, casting graceful figures on the walls.

A person dressed in fine clothes and wearing an exquisite jade mask is sitting quietly in the private room.

Inside the private room, sheer curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Her figure was graceful, like a willow swaying in the breeze. She first leaned lazily against the brocade couch, and then gently straightened up. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands playfully falling on her fair collarbone.

She stretched out her slender, nail-painted fingers, gently picked up a secret letter, and slowly scanned its contents. Her eyebrows rose slightly, as if she were surprised.

"Did it really perish so quickly?" She parted her lips slightly, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's yet carrying a hint of chill.

Having said that, he tilted his head slightly, his thoughts drifting away. He recalled the ruthless and decisive actions of Emperor Xuanyuan, and felt a surge of disgust. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"This ending may be considered to be in accordance with fate. Oh well, I've already found a 'toy' that can relieve my boredom."

In the dim candlelight of the brothel, a hint of barely perceptible interest flickered in those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

She turned her gaze back to the letter, her eyes focused as she examined it closely. "To actually survive such a brutal battlefield, how interesting."

After she finished speaking, she gently waved her hand, and the letter instantly turned into powder, fluttering down.

She stood up with light and graceful movements, draped a cloak over her shoulders, and the downy fur on the cloak swayed gently with her movements, further highlighting her extraordinary temperament.

She moved with light, graceful steps, each step seemingly treading on a silent rhythm, as she passed through the winding corridors of the private room, the wooden floor making a soft creaking sound under her feet.

As we descended the stairs, dancers performed light dances in the hall, amidst the clamor of guests and the sounds of string and wind instruments.

She seemed not to hear anything, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She merely raised her chin slightly and flew out of the brothel like a ghost.

The night was deep, the wind was biting, and the howling sounded like the wailing of ghosts and wolves. The trees along the street trembled in the wind, and withered branches and leaves were swept up and swirled in the air.

She seemed oblivious to the cold, and in a few leaps, she arrived outside the Left Prime Minister's residence.

She lightly touched the wall with her toes, using her body as leverage to rise up, like a nimble night cat, silently sneaking into the mansion.

The walls of the Left Prime Minister's residence were tall and imposing, and the snow at the base of the walls gleamed a pale white in the night.

She concealed herself, seemingly blending into the darkness, and, relying on her familiarity with the mansion, sneaked into Qin Qianluo's courtyard.

In the courtyard, snow covered the flowers and plants, and a few plum trees bloomed quietly in the corner, emitting a faint, cool fragrance.

She lurked in the shadows of the courtyard, like a cheetah waiting for its prey, patient and focused.

She lay low, her body tense, her eyes fixed on Qin Qianluo's door.

Before long, Qin Qianluo came bounding back to the courtyard like a happy little deer, her energetic appearance seemingly able to dispel all the gloom in the world.

Qin Qianluo walked straight into the room and disappeared from her sight in an instant. A slight smile played on her lips behind the mask.

With a hunter's interest as he discovered treasure in his eyes, he murmured softly, "She is indeed clever and cute, and looks quite appetizing."

Just as she was pondering this, a gust of cold wind swept by, making the hem of her clothes flutter.

Looking up at the still somewhat dim sky, after a moment's thought, he decided not to alert the enemy for the time being. So, with a light touch of his toes, he flew back to the brothel.

He secretly plotted in his heart, waiting for the perfect opportunity to have another thrilling "encounter" with Qin Qianluo.

At that time, Qin Qianluo, who had entered the space, was completely unaware of all this. She was happily bathing in the space, the warm water enveloping her body, as if washing away all her fatigue and dust.

She stretched out her limbs comfortably, letting the water gently caress her skin. The bathroom was filled with mist, and the swirling steam was like a light veil.

After bathing, she lay lazily on the couch, slowly closed her eyes, and rested for a while. Only after her body and mind were completely relaxed did she slowly get up and lead everyone out of the space.

The guards were well-trained, and their figures instantly disappeared into the surrounding darkness. Ling Xue and the other two returned to their rooms. Qin Qianluo also lay down on the soft and comfortable bed, pulled up the brocade quilt, and prepared to have a sweet sleep.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her face as Qin Qianluo slowly woke up.

Thanks to the Emperor's special permission, she was allowed to take two days off before going to court, and these two days of leisure made her feel exceptionally happy.

She sat up with a jolt, stretched, and then got up to leave the mansion, taking a carriage to the villa where Murong Yan and the others were being housed.

Along the way, the streets of Beijing were bustling under the warm winter sun, with pedestrians hurrying along wrapped in cotton-padded coats and shouts coming from the shops on the street.

She sat in the carriage, sometimes lifting the curtain to look outside, sometimes resting her chin on her hand in deep thought, pondering what special skills each of them possessed so that she could arrange suitable jobs for them in the future.

After Murong Yan and the others arrived in the capital, they were led to this villa by Qin Qianluo's servants.

Upon entering the villa, the group was immediately struck by its beauty, yet also filled with unease. The villa's unique decorations were unlike anything they had ever seen before, and the many unfamiliar items left them dazzled.

Inside the villa, a thin layer of ice covered the artificial hill and pond in the courtyard, shimmering in the sunlight. The pillars of the corridor were carved with various lifelike flowers.

Noticing their flustered state, the maidservant quickly stepped forward with a gentle smile. She first curtsied slightly, then patiently explained things to everyone so that they could get acquainted.

As the explanation unfolded gently, everyone gradually calmed down and began to carefully observe their surroundings.

A girl curiously squatted down and gently touched the ground with her hand, while another stood in front of the glass window, her eyes wide open, carefully observing the texture of the glass.

They chattered amongst themselves, exclaiming in surprise, creating quite a lively scene.

Even after sleeping here for a night, I still find it incredibly novel today.

Surprisingly, no one felt any coolness at night; on the contrary, they felt quite hot. This strange experience left them speechless with amazement.

Gazing at the transparent glass, some couldn't resist reaching out to gently touch it, feeling its smooth, cold texture. The crowd gathered together, discussing it animatedly.

When Qin Qianluo stepped into the courtyard, she saw this lively scene, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing a gratified smile.

When Murong Yan saw Qin Qianluo coming, she quickly gestured to the others with her eyes, then walked briskly to Qin Qianluo, bowed slightly, and led the others to greet her with a curtsy.

She only learned yesterday that the person in front of her was not the young general, but the only princess of Tianxuan Kingdom, who was favored by the emperor and had an extremely noble status.

Qin Qianluo stood before the crowd, her posture as upright and elegant as a pine or bamboo.

She gently raised her jade-like hand, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and waved slightly. The movement was light and elegant, as if carrying an invisible force, signaling everyone to stand up.

At this moment, sunlight streamed through the carved window frames, casting dappled shadows that wove together to create a beautiful pattern on the ground.

Then, she moved her body gently, her lotus-like steps light and graceful, her skirt swaying like flowing clouds and water, and slowly sat down in front of the seat.

She leaned slightly forward, her delicate hands gently smoothing her skirt, and with a smile, she raised her arm, her fingers slightly bent, and softly invited everyone to sit down as well.

She leaned forward slightly, her wisps of hair falling gently from her forehead. Her bright, gentle eyes scanned the faces of everyone intently before she opened her lips and began to inquire about their expertise in a clear and melodious voice.

The group looked at each other, somewhat reserved.

A woman dressed in plain clothes stood up first. She clasped her hands nervously in front of her, trembling slightly. She lowered her head shyly, bit her lower lip, and whispered that she was skilled in embroidery.

At this moment, a gentle breeze rustled through the plum trees in the courtyard, and a few plum petals drifted down, seemingly adding a touch of poetry to the tranquil atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, a cheerful woman stood up confidently, head held high, arms hanging naturally at her sides, eyes bright and self-assured, and began to talk eloquently about her experience in weaving.

Qin Qianlu listened quietly, sometimes nodding slightly, her head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, and sometimes furrowing her brows slightly.

After everyone finished speaking, she lowered her head and began to think. She looked extremely serious, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyelids. She rested her chin on her hand, her fingers lightly touching her cheek, her eyes focused and deep.

Just before she left, the cloth factory she had commissioned to be built was successfully completed.

Inside the factory, tall beams support a spacious area, rows of looms are neatly arranged, and weavers sit upright in front of the looms, operating them skillfully with their hands.

The shuttle flew swiftly in the hands of the weavers, like a nimble little fish swimming in the water, and the sound of the loom echoed day and night.

Today, fabric production is on track, with exquisite pieces of fabric continuously being shipped out of the production line.

Since everyone was skilled in needlework, an idea quietly emerged in her mind: why not open a shop that sells fabric and clothing?

The moment the idea came to her, a glint of light flashed in her eyes, which widened slightly, filled with excitement and anticipation.

Although her older sister was also in the fabric business, Qin Qianluo secretly thought that the two had different business directions, so there was no conflict.

With her exquisite craftsmanship and unique channels, the elder sister mainly deals in precious fabrics. The fine textiles are embroidered with gorgeous patterns, and every inch of silk thread exudes luxury. Her customers are mostly high-ranking officials and nobles.

What she aimed to achieve was to provide ordinary people with fabrics that better met their needs. These fabrics, though lacking elaborate decorations, were of excellent quality and reasonably priced.

She had originally planned to entrust this matter to her sister, but now, with the help of these people, who are all skilled in needlework, it would be perfectly acceptable for them to set aside a portion of the business to manage independently.

Having made up her mind, Qin Qianluo immediately decided on the location for the shop.

When she was choosing a store location for the bookstore, she was like a nimble little deer, wandering through the streets and alleys of the capital.

The streets of the capital city are paved with smooth bluestone slabs, polished by time, and lined with shops on both sides with wine flags fluttering in the wind.

She strolled through the area, sometimes pausing to observe, sometimes entering the shops to check them out. With keen eyes and a meticulous mind, she memorized the approximate locations of the shops.