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

The original dullness and oppression vanished, replaced by a lively atmosphere. Seeing their father's serious yet slightly aggrieved face, the two brothers exchanged a glance.

They sighed inwardly with perfect understanding: To be able to criticize the emperor so unreservedly and emerge unscathed, Qingyun is probably the only one in the world capable of doing so.

Ultimately, the person didn't say it aloud; they just kept it to themselves. Even if the Emperor heard it clearly, he could only swallow his anger and accept his defeat.

Look at the officials in the court right now, not daring to breathe and trying to make their presence known.

The two brothers found it increasingly funny, but dared not actually laugh out loud, so they could only suppress their laughter until their eyes turned red and the veins on their necks bulged.

The emperor at the head of the table had sharp eyes and could see every move of his two sons below the stage.

At this moment, the two princes were standing below the hall. The younger prince quietly nudged his elder brother with his elbow, desperately trying to suppress his laughter, while his shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The crown prince coughed lightly, feigning composure, but his eyes kept glancing at the other person out of the corner of his eye, and his tightly pursed lips twitched from time to time, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

The emperor, seeing their expressions, knew perfectly well that they were plotting his own jokes without needing to think too hard.

The emperor gritted his teeth inwardly, his hands clenching unconsciously beneath his dragon robe, his knuckles turning white from the force. He sneered inwardly: "My teachers have been so diligent in their instruction, yet they've raised two idle young masters."

They have nothing to do all day but enjoy watching me make a fool of myself. It seems their studies are too light, and they have excess energy.

They must instruct their teachers to add more classics, histories, philosophical works, poetry, and policy essays to their daily reading list, so that they can completely exhaust this excess energy.

Outside the palace, the lake in the Imperial Garden was covered with a thick layer of ice, which shimmered in the sunlight, like a giant silver mirror.

The withered willow branches by the lake swayed gently in the wind, shaking off the remaining snow that drifted softly towards the frozen lake.

Completely unaware of the impending disaster, the two brothers were still indulging in their secret gloating, unable to suppress the smiles on their lips.

They never expected that because they couldn't resist at that moment, their leisurely days would be completely over.

From then on, every day had to be spent studying from the first light of dawn until the moon was high in the sky, and there was no longer any free time to sneak out to ride horses and shoot arrows.

Meanwhile, 001 was looking through the three people's files, and the more he looked, the more he felt that these three really loved freedom too much, and were really not like royalty.

They seem more like the sons and daughters of ordinary wealthy families, who only want to travel and are unwilling to return home to inherit the family business.

When 001 saw the information about Ning Chenjin, the heir of War King Ning Jun, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock, her mouth slightly agape, and her phoenix face filled with disbelief.

He leaned closer to the document, looked it over carefully, and only after confirming that he hadn't made a mistake did he call out to Qin Qianluo, who was staring blankly at the three people in front of her.

"Luo Bao, the War King's heir, Ning Chenjin, is about to be scammed. Poor boy, not only will he lose all his personal wealth, but he'll also ruin the entire War King's mansion. What a rip-off!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo's eyes widened slightly, and she asked incredulously, "What happened? How could the Prince of War's heir be deceived?"

The face of War King Ning Jun, which had been holding a gentle smile, suddenly turned so gloomy that it seemed as if dark clouds had passed by.

He was tall and imposing, with thick eyebrows raised and his eyes blazing with anger. His hands were clenched into fists. Who was so audacious as to dare to slander his own son in public?

He thought to himself: My eldest son has been exceptionally intelligent since childhood, and is proficient in both literary and martial arts. How could he be so easily deceived, to the point of losing the foundation of the Prince of Zhan's mansion?

It was utterly absurd and utterly ridiculous! The sharp aura emanating from him was like a materialized blade.

Sharp eyes, like searchlights, quickly swept across every corner, trying to find the person who had made such outrageous remarks.

However, after searching around, there was not a trace of the child in the hall.

His chest heaved violently with anger, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, as if he were about to unleash a thunderous rage and demand an explanation at the slightest provocation.

Upon hearing this sentiment, the emperor's tense expression relaxed, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he were enjoying the spectacle.

Seeing that his elder brother was about to lash out, he quickly gave Liu, the eunuch beside him, a wink and tilted his head slightly, signaling him to hurry up and put out the fire.

Eunuch Liu understood immediately. He bowed and walked quickly with small steps, reaching the three people in a few steps. He placed his hands together in front of him and explained in a low voice.

This explains that this is Princess Qingyun's true feeling, and that Princess Qingyun must not know about this matter, and that whatever Princess Qingyun says is true.

The three of them were stunned after hearing this. They looked at each other for a long time before they came to their senses. They sighed inwardly: It was actually the voice of the heart, and it was Princess Qingyun's voice!

Could there really be such a strange and unheard-of thing in the world? The War King stood there dumbfounded, full of doubt, with Liu Gonggong's words echoing in his mind.

He pondered to himself: Is it all true? What foolish thing did his eldest son do to cause such a disaster? Could it be that he was tricked and fell into a trap set by a villain?

The eldest princess stood to one side, elegant and graceful, her phoenix-patterned shawl making her radiant and beautiful.

At that moment, her eyes sparkled as she glanced in the direction of Qin Qianluo with great interest.

The little girl had her head down, looking as docile as a little rabbit, with a few strands of hair falling beside her fair cheeks.

She turned slightly to the side, covering her mouth with one hand as if afraid that others would see her smile. Her unadorned face exuded a natural and unpretentious charm, which was pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the expressions of the surrounding officials, she saw that they were all secretly watching the War King, clearly able to hear Princess Qingyun's thoughts.

The princess thought to herself: When did such a wonderful person appear in the capital? It's a real pity that I only just found out.

Her admiration and curiosity grew stronger, and she couldn't wait to hear Qin Qianluo continue, waiting to find out the details of the matter.

Su Jinyun stood in front of Qin Qianluo, her posture upright and her gaze firm. Her usually calm face now showed a hint of worry.

Seeing that the War King was losing control of his emotions and was about to explode, she subtly shifted her feet and turned to the side to firmly protect Qin Qianluo behind her.

She kept a wary eye on the War King, afraid that he might do something rash and cause the little girl to suffer.

The ministers were all holding their breath, secretly observing the War King with their hearts pounding in their throats.

Their heads turned slightly, their eyes filled with tension and vigilance, fearing that the War King might suddenly attack Princess Qingyun.

While feigning composure and offering seemingly serious viewpoints, he kept his ears perked up, listening intently to Princess Qingyun's thoughts, not missing a single sound.

For a time, these ministers, who usually only studied national policies and were well-versed in classics and history, were forced to become "masters" of multitasking.

He had to carefully consider his words when dealing with matters of the court, and also keep an eye on the princess's movements. He was extremely busy, and his focused expression seemed as if he was afraid of missing even the slightest syllable.

Qin Xiang and Qin Jiyuan were filled with worry, their eyes fixed on the War King without blinking, their gazes full of vigilance.

Qin Xiang clenched his fists tightly in front of him, while Qin Jiyuan moved his ankles in place, always on guard against the War King harming his Luo'er.

They were so anxious that they wished they could instantly transform into a gust of wind and rush to Luo'er's side, tightly protecting her from the wind and rain.

Fortunately, the two of them still retained a shred of rationality and understood the serious consequences that such impulsive actions could bring; otherwise, they might have really acted so recklessly without regard for the consequences.

Meanwhile, Qin Qianluo, who was engrossed in gossiping with 001, was completely unaware of what was happening and was totally absorbed in what 001 was saying.

He urged 001 to continue, and 001 cooperated actively, opening the light screen and vividly telling Qin Qianluo his story.

"Luo Bao, the Prince of War, Ning Chenjin, is twenty-one years old this year. He is the oldest among the younger generation of the royal family, and he is also handsome and extraordinary."

With sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips as red as cinnabar, he exuded royal demeanor in every gesture.

Surprisingly, he never married a princess, and he never even had a maidservant to warm his bed.

The War King was deeply worried about this, so much so that several strands of his hair turned white. He even suspected that his eldest son was gay and had a preference for men.

But that wasn't actually the case. Ning Chenjin already had someone he liked, but the woman he was in love with was a liar who was already married.

Looking at the two people on the light screen, Qin Qianluo couldn't help but admire them. Ning Chenjin's appearance was indeed outstanding, with his exquisitely sculpted features.

His deep eyes and high-bridged nose were breathtaking. Yet, she couldn't understand why such an outstanding person would fall for a married woman.

Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed into a knot as she asked, "Could this Ning Chenjin be like the Prince Xian's son? A willful, lawless person? Only devoted to other men's wives?"

When the War King, the Prince of Xin, and the Princess saw the light screen that suddenly appeared above Qin Qianluo's head, they were stunned and stood there frozen in place, as if they had been frozen in place by a spell.

Their eyes widened, their mouths involuntarily opened, and their expressions froze into disbelief.

What kind of mysterious and unpredictable magic is this magical light screen? After carefully examining the figures in the light screen, the War King's face turned ashen, as if ink could drip from it.

His brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) shape, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He was so angry that his fists clenched and trembled incessantly at his sides.

Inside the light screen, the two were seen pulling and tugging at each other, their affectionate gazes seemingly capable of drawing out threads of silk.

The woman's delicate body trembled slightly, one hand tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, while the man held her hand tightly with deep affection, finally pulling her into his arms.

If the other party hadn't already married, the War King might have been secretly pleased, since this would at least prove that his eldest son was not a homosexual.

I no longer need to worry about the future of my descendants. But who could have imagined it would turn out like this?

You should know that his other two children, one of whom, just like himself in the past, went off to roam the world freely and enjoy himself.

That dashing and unrestrained figure was like a gust of untamed wind, elusive and just like I was back then.

The other was only thirteen years old. As the youngest child in the family, he was spoiled and innocent, even though he was a boy.

That innocent face always radiated a pure smile, making people want to protect it.

In the eyes of the War King, only his eldest son was the most mature and steady, making him the only suitable candidate to become the crown prince.

But now, why has the eldest son fallen for a married woman? And what's more, she's a con artist!

The War King was filled with a tangled mess of questions, which he couldn't unravel no matter how hard he tried. He kept asking himself, "What exactly is going on?"