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

Within the space, a deep blue light flowed gently around like a babbling brook, and amidst the interplay of light and shadow, it seemed as if stars were twinkling, or as if shrouded in mist.

001 was filled with doubts. Its invisible consciousness was tangled like a mess of hemp, and it couldn't understand why Qin Qianluo would bring Murong Yan with her.

It was like a wise seeker of secrets, casting its gaze upon the light screen, carefully observing Murong Yan's every move, trying to find a clue from her expression and posture.

Time passed slowly, and after a long while, only after confirming that this person would not pose even the slightest danger to Qin Qianluo did it slowly withdraw its gaze with a sigh of relief.

Outside, a biting wind howled like a sharp whistle, rustling the withered branches and leaves in the courtyard. Inside, the underfloor heating kept the temperature comfortable.

Wearing only thin clothes, she didn't feel cold. Qin Qianluo leaned against the soft couch, holding a book in her hand and reading it carefully.

Unable to suppress her curiosity any longer, 001 broke the silence and asked, "Luo Bao, why do you keep Murong Yan with you?"

The sudden sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in Murong Yan's heart.

She was immediately panicked, her once bright eyes instantly filled with fear and unease, and she looked around frantically.

Its eyes were like those of a frightened fawn, searching for the source of the sound in the dense forest, but finding nothing.

When Ling Xue and the others saw her like this, they instinctively tugged at her clothes, the slight touch seeming like a silent comfort and suggestion.

Murong Yan understood immediately and quickly calmed herself down, becoming as quiet as a silent falling leaf, and continued to listen.

Her heart was pounding with tension, like a taut bowstring. After all, the voice was referring to her. What if Princess Qingyun was persuaded and no longer kept her by her side?

What would become of her? It was a dark and uncertain unknown, one she dared not think about.

Qin Qianluo was originally immersed in the world of books. The room she was in was elegantly decorated, and outside the carved window lattice was a world covered in silver.

Snowflakes fluttered down, as light as goose feathers, piling up a layer of white down on the windowsill.

Inside the room, several antique-style calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, and under the flickering candlelight, the ink seemed to come alive.

The act of turning the pages paused slightly the moment the sound rang out, like a ripple being stirred on a calm lake by a small pebble.

However, she did not look up, but said in a low voice: "They have only just come to live in Tianxuan, and many of their habits are already ingrained in their bones, like the tangled roots of an ancient tree, which need to be removed and changed patiently little by little."

They will eventually get married, and if we don't help them change what they learned before, then their descendants will suffer.

Women, in particular, are likely to be just like them, bound by those outdated and backward customs.

I went to great lengths to save them, but I don't want them to become spreaders of bad habits.

Otherwise, this act of saving lives would be like lighting a lamp in endless darkness, only to let it go out, rendering it meaningless.

In the space, 001 seemed like a humble student, nodding thoughtfully.

Although its data-driven thinking makes it difficult to comprehend the complex intertwining of human emotions and social customs, it doesn't quite understand why it has such a profound impact on the next generation.

However, it knew Qin Qianluo's wisdom and determination and would not raise any objection to her decision.

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan was stunned, as if she had been frozen in place.

She was certain she hadn't misheard; it was clearly Princess Qingyun's voice. But the princess hadn't spoken a word, and this strange phenomenon left her mind in a state of confusion.

Could it be that she heard the princess's inner thoughts? And where did that child's voice come from? All of this was like a mysterious enigma, swirling in her mind.

Recalling what she had just heard, she was filled with confusion. Bad habits? It seemed that was indeed the case.

She had been forced to bind her feet since childhood, and the excruciating pain seemed to still linger deep in her memory.

She studied "Admonitions for Women" and "Rules for Women" every day. Those dry and oppressive words were like heavy shackles, imprisoning her soul.

The education she received taught women to be gentle and virtuous, never to contradict men, to obey their fathers at home and their husbands after marriage. Her life seemed to be predetermined, and she never had any space or choice for herself.

If I had never come to Tianxuan and never met Princess Qingyun, I probably would have followed this suffocating pattern in educating my daughter.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Qin Qianluo, who was focused on reading a book on the soft couch. Her gaze was filled with a sense of awe and gratitude.

Something seemed to be quietly loosening in my heart, as if solid ice was beginning to melt under the warm spring sun.

So this was the reason why Princess Qingyun had kept her by her side—it was for the sake of their descendants, to prevent them from struggling in the quagmire of bad habits like she had.

But is there any possibility of marriage for these women? And what man in the world would be willing to accept a woman who has already been married?

These questions lingered like shadows in her mind.

Ling Xue and the other two exchanged a smile. They had only guessed half of it. Their master's actions were not only for Murong Yan and the others, but also for their descendants.

As expected of the master, he always acts with thoroughness, like a far-sighted chess player who considers countless variables and possibilities in every move, leaving no stone unturned and earning our utmost admiration.

In the depths of winter, as dawn breaks, the azure sky resembles a clear gem, with sunlight pouring down without reservation, yet unable to dispel the biting chill deeply embedded in the air.

Under the bright sunshine, the golden roof of the majestic palace reflected a dazzling light, contrasting beautifully with the vermilion walls, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere with a touch of aloofness.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and a day slips away quietly as Qin Qianluo focuses on the fragrance of books and ink.

While their master and family were having their meal, Ling Xue and the other two exchanged glances and, seizing the opportunity, quickly pulled Murong Yan aside. With solemn expressions and meticulous detail, they explained to her all about "heartfelt words."

After speaking, the three men, with intense gazes and serious expressions, repeatedly instructed Murong Yan that this matter was of utmost importance and that she must keep it a secret. They were absolutely forbidden to let their master find out, as the Emperor had already issued an order that this was an inviolable taboo.

Murong Yan nodded obediently, her beautiful eyes filled with determination, indicating that she would remember this matter and never forget it.

However, his heart was actually like a turbulent ocean, with waves that could not be calmed, and his shock was evident in his words.

He had actually heard Princess Qingyun's innermost thoughts; the world held such wondrous and unpredictable things beyond imagination.

At this moment, she became increasingly certain that her decision to lead her sisters in resolutely following Princess Qingyun was undoubtedly a divine guidance, and absolutely correct.

This princess, possessing such extraordinary abilities and seemingly descended from heaven, is destined to achieve a magnificent and lasting legacy in this ever-changing world.

In this way, he no longer needed to worry about being disliked or rejected because he could not understand the princess's thoughts.

Thinking of this, Murong Yan couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, like spring flowers blooming.

With her eyes crinkled in a smile, she gazed at the books Princess Qingyun had instructed her to study, feeling as if the heavy burden on her body had been gently lifted, making her feel much lighter.

The next day, as dawn broke, it was Qin Qianluo's turn to attend court. She was still sleepy-eyed, as if shrouded in a thick fog, and her whole being was languid and listless.

Leaning against the warm and soft embrace of the dark moon, she allowed Ling Xue and the others to carefully dress and groom her as if she were a precious treasure.

Last night, she was so engrossed in a TV drama that she missed her rest time, which is why she looks listless and weak today, like a wilted eggplant.

In a daze, Qin Qianluo was gently carried into the princess's entourage by An Yue as if she were a rare pearl.

Dark Moon was incredibly thoughtful; she used soft pillows to securely surround her, preventing her from falling during the bumpy journey.

Only after everything was settled did he feel at ease and slightly bow down, gently instructing the servants carrying the sedan chair to make sure it was smooth and steady, without the slightest mistake, before watching the procession slowly depart.

As we approached the palace gate, the snow there shimmered with tiny sparkles under the sunlight, like scattered stars.

When Qin Xiang saw his daughter's sleepy, delicate, and tired appearance, he couldn't help but feel extremely distressed, as if a thousand fine needles were gently pricking his heart.

He secretly pondered to himself, "We can rest in five days, why not let my son rest a little longer? It wouldn't be too late for him to go to court after the New Year."

My daughter won't be involved much in court affairs, and it's not like she absolutely has to come.

Qin Qianluo was gently awakened by her father, as if she had returned from a distant dream.

She sleepily raised her slender hand and rubbed her eyes, as if trying to dispel the lingering drowsiness.

After adjusting his official robes, which fluttered gently in the wind, he stepped down from the ceremonial guard and, together with his father and elder brother, slowly walked towards the majestic and solemn Golden Palace.

Stepping into the Golden Palace, one is immediately struck by the solemn and dignified atmosphere that permeates the magnificent hall.

After following the officials in performing the proper rites, Qin Qianluo, as usual, quietly hid behind Su Jinyun, her thoughts wandering.

Like a graceful butterfly, it drifts leisurely in the heavens; like an exquisite mascot meant only for admiration.

Su Jinyun glanced at Qianluo's blank and lost expression, as if she were in a fog. Her heart softened slightly, and a smile slowly rippled in her eyes like the surface of a lake in spring.

Just then, the loud and authoritative voice of the imperial guard rang out in the hall, announcing that the Tibetan delegation had arrived for an audience.

Upon hearing this sound, Qin Qianluo was as if she had been startled awake by a thunderbolt, and she instantly came to her senses.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the entrance, her bright eyes filled with curiosity as she eagerly awaited the Tibetans to enter the hall.

Taking advantage of the moment before everyone stepped into the hall, she hurriedly asked 001 in her mind.

"When we greet each other later, should we use their language? How should we say it again, is it '???????? ????????' or 'c?л?m'?"

The moment these thoughts were uttered, it was as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples. The ministers were all astonished, exchanging bewildered glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They truly hadn't expected that Princess Qingyun would be fluent in the native Tibetan language. Such talent was like a dazzling star in the night sky, unattainable in everyone's eyes.

Su Jinyun couldn't suppress her curiosity either. She secretly glanced at Qianluo behind her and was shocked, as if her heart was being swept away by a storm.

Both Qin Xiang and Qin Jiyuan were also completely bewildered at this moment, their confusion as heavy as dark clouds.