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

001's voice, tinged with a hint of doubt, rang out to Qin Qianluo, "Luo Bao, this sounds like a language from the Western Regions."

Qin Qianluo paused slightly, like a willow branch gently swaying in a spring breeze. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Is that canh yy?"

"This is the language of the Xiongnu."

Qin Qianluo was immediately stunned, like a deer lost in a vast forest, and asked in confusion, "Where is Tibet?"

According to modern geographical divisions, it should be Tibet.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo felt somewhat relieved, as if she had found a glimmer of light in the darkness.

He pondered to himself that he had some knowledge of Tibetan, so it shouldn't be too difficult for him. He just wondered if there were any differences between the Tibetan he was speaking and what he had learned.

At this moment, the ministers were all dumbfounded, filled with admiration for Princess Qingyun: how did she manage to learn so many languages? How could she be so intelligent and extraordinary?

Such talent and wisdom seem to be a gift from heaven, leaving people in awe.

The emperor sat on the throne, which was decorated with dragons and phoenixes. The winter sun shone through the carved window lattices and into the magnificent hall, creating bright patches of light.

Upon hearing that Qin Qianluo could understand and speak the language of foreigners, the Emperor's majestic face changed drastically. The shock in his eyes was like a ripple on a calm lake, and a surge of excitement welled up in his heart.

He secretly pondered to himself, if this little girl from the Qin family could truly understand the languages ​​of envoys from various countries, wouldn't such talent be like building an indestructible defense for Tianxuan?

With her present, she could understand the meaning behind the envoys' words, and take precautions against whether the envoys from various countries harbored ulterior motives or had any conspiracies, thus protecting Tianxuan in every way.

It is truly a blessing from heaven; this little girl from the Qin family is indeed a shining, blessed little lucky star.

The Tibetan envoys were solemnly entering the main hall, their shadows stretched long in the sunlight.

The golden bricks beneath my feet shimmered softly in the sunlight, as if telling of Tianxuan's majesty and power.

They approached the emperor slowly, step by step, and then respectfully knelt on one knee to perform the solemn and dignified salute.

Originally, their king, who was far away in Tibet, had not planned to send envoys to this Tianxuan Kingdom at the beginning of this year.

However, news of Tianxuan's attack on Xuanyuan spread like wildfire, quickly traversing mountains and rivers to reach Tibet.

Upon hearing this news, the Zanpu was filled with anxiety and fear, secretly wondering if Tianxuan, after conquering Xuanyuan, would use the momentum of his great victory to launch an attack on Tibet.

Amidst these anxieties, the king carefully considered the matter and ultimately decided to send these capable men to him.

Now, after a long and arduous journey, only to arrive in the capital of Tianxuan, did they learn the shocking news that the Xuanyuan clan had been completely destroyed. This news struck them like a thunderbolt.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. If they hadn't come this time, given the current situation, would the next country to tremble under the Heavenly Profound Iron Cavalry and suffer annihilation be Tibet?

The envoys' foreheads were slightly damp with cold sweat, which glistened in the sunlight, but they were secretly overjoyed.

When they arrived in Tianxuan Capital, envoys from other countries had already arrived and gathered there, while their group arrived late and almost missed their important mission.

At this moment, they were all filled with gratitude, thankful that their king had such keen insight and had not made a foolish decision at such a crucial moment.

Otherwise, the terrible consequences are unimaginable. The fate of Tibet might be like a candle flickering in the wind, swaying uncertainly amidst the power of Tianxuan, until it is swallowed up by Tianxuan.

After performing the grand ceremony, the Tibetan envoys retreated in an orderly fashion to one side of the main hall, silently awaiting the grand court assembly on the first day of the lunar month.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and in a short while, the morning court session ended in solemn silence.

Qin Qianlu gently tidied her hair and stepped out of the main hall. She saw that the sky outside the hall was as blue as a jewel, and the sunlight poured down without reservation.

But there was no feeling of warmth; after all, it was winter, and the cold still seeped into the bones.

She pondered to herself, with the holiday approaching, she was really worried about the situation at the bookstore, as she hadn't been there to take care of it for a long time.

Why not take this opportunity to visit a bookstore and take a closer look? Only by seeing it with your own eyes and examining it personally can you calm your mind and stop feeling anxious like a drifting catkin in the wind.

As the ceremonial procession slowly approached the guesthouses where the envoys from various countries were staying, Qin Qian landed within the exquisite and magnificent procession and faintly heard bursts of noise like boiling soup.

It was a symphony of interwoven and colliding languages, like a chaotic and disorderly symphony. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, then her lips parted slightly, and she ordered the sedan chair to stop.

Curiosity, like a cat's claw, gently scratched at her heart, prompting her to peek out slightly, eager to find out what had caused such a commotion.

Seeing this, a clever and quick-witted servant hurried forward to inquire. The servant moved nimbly, like a swift swallow darting through the crowd.

After he learned the whole story, he came back like a cheerful spring breeze and excitedly recounted it to Qin Qianluo.

It turned out that the envoys from the Western Regions and the Tibetan envoys had met by chance, as if they were enemies from a past life. As soon as they met, they started arguing and their faces turned red.

Upon closer examination, the reason turned out to be that the two tribes had a long-standing feud and were incompatible with each other.

The two places are adjacent to each other and often clash over territory and resources. Every time they meet, they are like two fighting roosters, arguing endlessly.

It was a feud over territory and resources, and also because their personalities clashed, just like water and fire are incompatible.

Qin Qianlu listened quietly for a moment, her pink lips slightly upturned, revealing a gentle smile like spring flowers in bloom. She waved her hand lightly, signaling the servant to continue steadily toward the bookstore.

Before long, they arrived at the bookstore.

Qin Qianluo moved lightly into the shop. The shop was slightly cold and quiet. Sunlight refracted through the bright windows, forming bright rays on the ground, and dust motes danced gently in the light.

She then methodically instructed the shop assistants and servants to carefully examine every corner and every book in the shop.

She then walked gracefully to the quiet and elegant private room, opened the window to let in fresh air, sat on the sofa and flipped through a book, waiting for the servants to finish their inspection.

Once everything at the bookstore was arranged perfectly, like a tightly fitted chessboard, Qin Qianluo gently parted her lips and asked someone to slowly close the shop door.

Once everything was ready, she prepared to board the waiting carriage and return to the Left Prime Minister's residence.

In the past few days, the court officials have been like ants on a hot pan, all busy and dizzy.

The Ministry of Rites, in particular, had to be adept at receiving envoys from various countries and meticulously prepare for solemn and dignified sacrificial ceremonies, among other tedious matters.

Everyone was so busy they barely had time to breathe, but Qin Qianluo was like a carefree hermit.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the imperial court, he remained leisurely and carefree, as if detached from worldly affairs, guarding his own tranquil world.

To be honest, there are so many complicated things going on right now, and there's really nothing she can do to help.

Ancient etiquette was strict and the rules and regulations were intricate. Qin Qianluo had never studied it carefully and only had a superficial understanding of it.

Looking at the imperial court, the ministers were like a galaxy of stars, each one knowledgeable and erudite.

He could readily offer strategies for governing the country and ensuring its stability, and he could analyze every matter, big or small, with remarkable insight, from the hardships of the people to the taxes and levies and the deployment of military forces.

While others are busy with their debates and offering advice, she simply acts as her mascot, showing up on time and spending time with her family.

The faint light of dawn struggled to pierce through layers of leaden clouds, barely managing to timidly trace a few shallow lines across the sky above the capital.

The biting wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed against the vermilion city gates and mottled city walls, suddenly turning the once tranquil official road into a noisy scene.

The sound of horses' hooves was rapid, and dust flew everywhere. Prince Xin and Prince Zhan received the imperial edict and traveled day and night without stopping. Their faces were covered in wind and frost, and they finally arrived in the capital three days before the New Year's Day.

The withered trees along the street were shaken by the strong wind, rustling and moaning as if whispering about the bitter cold of winter. But looking into the city, the streets and alleys were filled with the lively atmosphere of an approaching festival.

The shouts of vendors rose and fell, and the people, wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, were busy buying New Year's goods and putting up Spring Festival couplets.

Everywhere was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. The bright red lanterns swayed gracefully in the wind and snow, their warm light adding a touch of life to the icy landscape.

Meanwhile, Princess Ning Shuyao, dressed in exquisite silk and possessing graceful bearing, ended her long journey and stepped into the city gates of the capital.

Ning Shuyao was exceptionally beautiful, like a rare and flawless piece of jade meticulously crafted by heaven.

Her figure is tall and graceful, like a willow branch dancing lightly in the spring breeze, exuding lightness and suppleness.

A long, moon-white brocade robe draped loosely over her body, the silver thread patterns embroidered on the hem resembling a flowing galaxy, shimmering with a subtle light, highlighting her extraordinary and refined temperament.

Her thick, jet-black hair was simply tied up with a single jade hairpin, without much adornment. A few stray strands fell around her fair neck, like perfectly applied ink wash, adding a touch of languid playfulness.

Her face was as smooth as jade, her skin was delicate and flawless, and it had a healthy, rosy glow.

Her eyes were like pools of autumn water, clear and lively, with thousands of stars hidden deep within them, sparkling and radiant with every glance. Wherever her gaze swept, the surrounding scenery seemed to lose its color.

Her nose was delicate and straight, with graceful lines, exuding nobility and elegance. Her lips were like cherries, naturally red without any makeup, and a carefree smile often played at the corners of her mouth.

It was as if nothing in the world could catch her eye, yet she possessed a profound and enlightened understanding.

The light red dot between her eyebrows, like a blooming red plum blossom, added a touch of charm and allure to her bright and beautiful face.

As soon as King Xin and King Zhan reined in their horses and stopped, before they could even shake off the dust of their journey, a grand procession from the palace came to greet them.

A group of well-trained attendants, their faces full of respect, escorted the two of them quickly toward the palace.

Stepping into the magnificent palace, a warm feeling washes over you. The emperor sits high on his dragon throne. When he sees his two elder brothers return, the corners of his mouth first turn up slightly, revealing a smile.

But in an instant, that smile turned into a bitter expression. He quickly stepped down the stairs, gripped their wrists tightly, and began his annual "complaint session."

After all, back then, when the situation changed slightly, they were incredibly fast, running faster than a startled rabbit.

This vast court and the mountain of state affairs were all dumped into the current emperor's arms at once.

As a result, the emperor had to get up before dawn every day, forcing himself to stay awake, to review memorials. With floods, droughts, and rampant banditry in various places, the memorials piled up like small mountains.

When ministers in the imperial court disagreed on political views and argued heatedly, the emperor had to rack his brains to make decisions and mediate between them.

He was so busy that he was dizzy and overwhelmed, with no time to rest. To outsiders, the throne seemed glorious, but only the emperor knew the hardships he endured.

(The author has noticed that some people say I am a feminist, so I have no choice but to reiterate that this book has no male lead and is a dual-female lead story, as stated in the synopsis. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it.)

I'm a bit confused that people are criticizing the author for this. The synopsis clearly states that everyone can hear each other's inner thoughts. It's a story about inner thoughts, and if you can't accept that, you don't have to read it.

There are some people I really don't understand. Their comments are very long, and upon closer inspection, they are all complaints, personal reflections, and feminist sentiments. I wanted to reply to them, but unfortunately, they were deleted by the system.

After all, you only watched less than ten minutes before drawing your own conclusion. I'm truly impressed. As I always say, if you can't accept it, you can choose not to watch.

There is no male lead. There is no male lead. There is no male lead. I'm saying it three times because it's important.