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

It was an extremely bustling area in the capital, with a dazzling array of shop signs lining both sides of the street, bustling with people and vehicles.

The sounds of footsteps, carriages, vendors' shouts, and customers' laughter blended together, creating a lively and bustling scene, perfect for opening a clothing and fabric shop.

It was the dead of winter, and the biting wind howled past, scraping against the face like a knife, making one's skin sting.

The weather was freezing cold, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the trees along the street were encased in ice and snow, resembling silver-clad guardians. It was certainly not an opportune time to begin construction.

Qin Qianluo decided to postpone the project until spring arrived, when the warm sun shone brightly and all things were reviving, before resuming work.

At that time, the earth will be revitalized, and craftsmen will be able to showcase their skills under the warm sunshine.

In this way, the factory can also take advantage of this period to produce fabrics and garments at full capacity, ensuring a sufficient supply of goods for the store's opening.

Qin Qianluo explained her plan to everyone in detail, her hands elegantly folded in front of her, her voice calm yet firm, her eyes filled with expectation.

Seeing that no one had any objections, their faces showed a hint of delight, and some even had tears of excitement in their eyes.

She then quietly breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumped slightly, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

This arrangement solved the problem of everyone's livelihood and income, as well as their place to live.

This secluded courtyard is rarely visited, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard are somewhat overgrown due to lack of care, with a few withered vines entwining the railings of the corridor.

The house had been renovated and equipped with underfloor heating and other amenities, making it perfectly suitable for their living and putting the best use of the space.

Murong Yan pondered to herself, a hint of longing flashing in her eyes as she stood in the crowd.

She slightly raised her head, her gaze following Qin Qianluo, secretly longing to be by Princess Qingyun's side.

In her view, the princess was intelligent, wise, and exceptionally talented. She could handle any predicament with ease, and she would benefit greatly from having her by her side.

However, now that everything has settled down, although she was unwilling, she knew it was inappropriate to say anything more.

She sighed softly, lowered her head, and waited silently in place. Well, let's leave it at that for now, and I'll offer my advice when the time is right.

After arranging everything, Qin Qianluo looked up at the courtyard and saw that the snow was piled up and thick as a velvet blanket.

The warm sun hangs high in the clear blue sky, its rays pouring down like a golden veil over the snow, reflecting a dazzling light that resembles stars falling to earth.

Its shimmering light added a touch of beauty and warmth to the otherwise drab winter courtyard.

She parted her lips and spoke softly to everyone, "Please do not worry, and settle in comfortably. Your meals will be taken care of by the maids and will be delivered to your rooms on time. If you have any other requests, please inform either the maids or the steward."

Its sound is gentle, like a spring breeze brushing across a frozen lake, creating ripples of comfort in everyone's hearts.

Once everything went smoothly, Qin Qianluo and Ling Xue walked out gracefully.

Before leaving, she carefully instructed Ling Wei to guide everyone in handling household registration and other matters, while she herself strolled leisurely towards the suburban farm.

Although it was the dead of winter, the lack of wind seemed to have tamed the biting cold under the warm sun, losing its former sharpness.

The sky is like a huge, boundless sapphire, deep and pure, with sunlight pouring down without obstruction, like golden light sprinkled by a celestial maiden.

It gently drapes the earth in a warm veil, and all things are immersed in this tranquil and gentle halo, as if time itself has slowed down.

As she reached the door, Qin Qianluo paused slightly, her delicate brows furrowing as if deep in thought.

In a moment, she made up her mind and decided to keep Murong Yan by her side for a while.

She turned to Ling Xue and whispered, "Once Ling Wei has completed the household registration for everyone, you should bring Murong Yan to my place."

Its sound is clear and crisp, echoing gently in the quiet winter air, like the chirping of a sparrow on a cold branch, clear and distinct.

Ling Xue bowed her head respectfully and agreed, knowing full well her master's good intentions.

Looking up, the figure walking in the warm sun seemed like a god who had fallen to earth, and a warm current welled up in my heart, like a bubbling hot spring flowing through my limbs and bones.

The master is always meticulous and considers everything thoroughly, leaving no detail overlooked, just like a skilled craftsman carving a beautiful jade.

The exquisite craftsmanship reveals extraordinary wisdom and benevolence. Such delicate thoughts are like the most brilliant North Star in the night sky, inspiring awe and reverence, and inspiring longing.

Qin Qianluo felt that having one person by her side was much easier and more comfortable than leading a group. Moreover, Murong Yan had once held the position of Empress and had many past interactions with these people, so they were naturally familiar and intimate, and their conversations were smooth and unhindered.

The ceremonial procession moved slowly along the wide official road, their steps neat and rhythmic.

Along the roadside, the snow piled up like a continuous jade mountain. Under the gentle touch of the sunlight, the ice crystals sparkled, as if thousands of stardust had been scattered among them, dazzling the eyes.

In the distance, the rolling mountains are all covered in pure white snow, like silver dragons winding and coiling, complementing the azure sky. It is like a landscape painting made in heaven, with a profound and ethereal artistic conception.

Bright red lanterns hung high in front of the shops along the way, like ripe red fruits, shining brightly in this silvery-white world.

The rich red, like a burning flame or a leaping red carp, infused the quiet winter street with vibrant life and a festive atmosphere, as if it were an early chorus of joy for the New Year's Day.

Upon arriving at the farm, Qin Qianluo first went to the poultry breeding area.

Inside the enclosure, the poultry strolled leisurely, their plumage bright and glossy, showing no signs of fear or shivering. It seemed that the rare warm sun made them feel very comfortable.

She nodded slightly, instructed her servants to slaughter some poultry, and then turned to order someone to bring her cloth and enough rice and flour, which she would then use as a festival gift.

He summoned someone to distribute the goods, and then went to inspect the cloth workshop. He had left earlier and hadn't had a proper look at the place yet, so he decided to take advantage of today to check it out.

Entering the fabric workshop, the buzzing sound of weaving intertwines into a complex yet orderly symphony.

The workshop is bright and airy, with light like soft silk threads surrounding the busy craftsmen.

The craftsmen were all focused on their work, their faces serious and calm, their shuttles moving like nimble fish, weaving back and forth between the warp and weft.

Those newly woven bolts of cloth resembled splendid clouds, with bright and captivating colors, a fine and dense texture, and a cool and luxurious feel to the touch.

Qin Qianluo examined it for a long time, her heart filled with approval. She pursed her red lips and thought to herself, "Now I can teach this weaving technique to the people in the Ministry of Revenue."

If implemented smoothly, next year all the people in the world will be able to wear new clothes, afford to buy cloth, and will no longer have to worry about finding winter clothes.

With this in mind, she had some cloth packed up to be brought to the Ministry of Revenue the day after tomorrow, and also sent someone with festival gifts to the bookstore to reward the bookstore staff.

He then informed everyone: "From now on, you can rest assured and take a holiday. After New Year's Day, you can return on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month to enjoy the joy of family reunion."

Its sound is melodious and full of consideration and care for the craftsmen.

With everything completed, Qin Qianluo returned home with fresh poultry. New Year's Day was approaching, and the capital was bustling with activity, as envoys from various countries moved about in droves.

The streets and alleys are filled with people wearing exotic clothes and speaking different languages, as if all kinds of worlds have come together here.

The once bustling capital city is now even more vibrant, with traffic flowing and noise surging, resembling a vast, jubilant ocean with surging waves and extraordinary liveliness.

Qin Qianluo sat peacefully within the ceremonial procession, her eyes gently closed, listening intently to the rising and falling sounds of shouts, cries of vendors, and laughter outside. The various sounds intertwined and mingled.

Like a symphony of a prosperous era, it plays a vibrant chapter of human life.

A genuine smile appeared on her lips. Such a peaceful and prosperous scene seemed all the more precious and rare under this sunny winter day.

Like a dream, yet so real and tangible. May this prosperous age flourish like the ever-rising sun, never to fade; may the years be peaceful and tranquil, and may all people forever enjoy this peace and prosperity.

The grand procession arrived at the gate of the Left Prime Minister's residence. It was the dead of winter, but the sky was unusually clear.

The warm sun hung high, casting a thin ray of light, but it couldn't dispel the slight chill in the air.

Qin Qianluo gently lifted the curtain and stepped gracefully down from the carriage. Her elegant figure and gorgeous dress swayed gently in the chilly breeze, like a bright spot in winter. She then quietly instructed the servants to carefully carry the items into the mansion.

In the Left Prime Minister's residence, the trees in the courtyard were bare, their branches pointing to the sky, and the snow on the ground had not yet melted, shimmering in the sunlight.

Everyone was busy preparing various items needed for New Year's Day. The maids and servants were busy pasting up brand-new Spring Festival couplets, each stroke filled with wishes for the new year.

Some people were hanging up big red lanterns. The bright red color looked especially festive against the backdrop of the white snow. It was as if one could already hear the lively firecrackers on New Year's Day. Everywhere was filled with the festive atmosphere of the approaching festival.

As Qin Qianluo pondered what unique items she should acquire for this grand festival, she gracefully stepped into the inner room.

Inside the room, two babies, like delicate pink jade dumplings, lay obediently in their cradles.

As Qin Qianluo watched them grow a bit older, their delicate eyebrows and rosy faces made them even more adorable, and her heart couldn't help but ripple with affection and tenderness.

She gently reached out and tenderly played with the child. In an instant, the room was filled with laughter and joy, as if even the cold had been dispelled by this warmth.

While others were busy with other matters and did not pay attention, Qin Qianluo quietly took out the milk powder from her space.

Her movements were light and skillful, as if she were performing a silent magic trick, replenishing the food for the two little ones.

After everything was arranged, Qin Qianluo returned to her courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet and elegant, with snow piled up in the corners of the walls like small white hills. She slowly walked into the house and leaned lazily against the soft couch.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows. Qin Qianluo closed her eyes slightly, seemingly enjoying this moment of tranquility, quietly awaiting the arrival of dinner.

The next day, Qin Qianluo did not go out as usual, but chose to stay at home leisurely.

Murong Yan quietly stayed by Qin Qianluo's side, her eyes filled with curiosity and emotion.

In the Prime Minister's residence, she truly felt the warmth of family she had never experienced before.

She was somewhat dazed and lost in thought, secretly realizing that women did not have to be tightly bound by the strict three obediences and four virtues, and could live so freely and at will.

No longer needing to endure the pain of foot binding, nor needing to spend their days studying books like "Admonitions for Women" and "Rules for Women" to instruct women, everything they were taught in the past now seems to be the wrong path for women's lives.