After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

The lingering sound of the Qiqiao Festival, like the last ray of starlight in the sky, quietly blends into the deep night of the imperial palace.

Inside the hall, the flickering candlelight illuminated the lonely and cold figure of the king sitting on the dragon throne. He had an upright posture and a natural sense of majesty, like an unshakable mountain, standing in the core area where power and prosperity were intertwined.

He held the imperial red brush in his hand, writing with each stroke like the sound of nature, silently weaving the longitude and latitude of the world's fate. The atmosphere in the palace was solemn, and the eunuchs and palace maids breathed very lightly, fearing that the slightest noise would break the solemn silence.

The king's eyes were deep and unfathomable, penetrating the piles of memorials on the desk. An unspeakable worry inadvertently revealed between his brows, which showed both a deep worry about the current situation in the country and a deep concern for the well-being of the people.

He rubbed his forehead gently, trying to ease his inner irritation, but his words still revealed a subtle anger.

Steward Liu stood at the side, his body as steady as a mountain, but his heart was turbulent.

The corner of his eye swept across the mountain of memorials, and he sighed inwardly, thinking that among them must be an urgent report from the National Defense General Chen Zhi, requesting additional military funds to strengthen national defense.

As time flies, he has witnessed with his own eyes the emperor's transformation from his former vigor and ambition to his current powerlessness and fatigue in the face of numerous challenges.

The former Emperor Dongyue ruled the country with an iron fist. He was honest himself and never hesitated to meet the needs of soldiers on the frontier. He even cut court expenses to support national defense.

However, times have changed, and the lofty ambitions of the past seem to have been worn away by the vicissitudes of time.

Chief Steward Liu lowered his eyes, feeling mixed emotions. He knew very well that as a eunuch, he should perform his duties conscientiously and serve the emperor wholeheartedly. Any unnecessary speculation would be superfluous.

At this moment, a eunuch's sharp voice broke the silence like thunder, shattering the moment's tranquility: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has an urgent matter to discuss." This sudden announcement made the emperor look up suddenly, his eyes like torches, shooting directly at the little eunuch kneeling on the ground. His majesty was enough to see through people's hearts.

Deep in the unfathomable palace, the night had not yet completely faded. A faint moonlight quietly fell on the empty hall, coating the little eunuch's face, which was distorted by fear, with a layer of silver frost.

He was shocked by the sudden gaze of the king, which was like a cold blade. Sweat covered his forehead like drizzle, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the cold floor tiles, making a subtle but clear sound.

His legs seemed to have been drained of their bones and muscles by an invisible force; they trembled uncontrollably and could hardly support his frail body.

He clenched his teeth and tried his best to maintain his composure on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil. He was afraid that the slightest loss of composure on his part would be like a stone falling into the abyss, causing unpredictable waves.

Inside the hall, time seemed to stand still. Only the night breeze outside the window was blowing gently, bringing a bit of coolness and tranquility. It passed through the intricate window lattices and gently brushed everyone's heart, but it could not conceal the extremely depressing atmosphere.

Finally, after a long and suffocating silence, the king's deep eyes slowly withdrew, as if all the storms had never happened.

His voice, after a brief fluctuation, regained its usual calmness and majesty: "Since the Crown Prince has arrived, summon him immediately."

These few simple words were like the sound of nature, which instantly relieved the young eunuch's heart, as if he was pulled back to the world from the gates of hell.

He wanted to get up anxiously, but his legs had been shaking for so long that he lost strength and almost fell to the ground.

At this critical moment, Wu Wei, a seasoned eunuch who had worked in the palace for many years, quickly stretched out his arm and supported him steadily, thus avoiding an embarrassing farce.

The young eunuch looked at Wu Wei gratefully, only to see him put his hand gently on his lips, making a gesture of silence. His eyes showed sympathy for the young eunuch's situation, as well as a deep and helpless understanding of the rules of survival in the palace.

The young eunuch left in a hurry, and although his steps were staggering, his heart was filled with gratitude for surviving the disaster.

As for Wu Wei, he watched him go away, a complex emotion flashed across his eyes, then he collected his thoughts, resumed his respectful and cautious appearance, slowly walked into the hall, and continued his seemingly ordinary but actually crucial career in the palace.

As Prince Long Kui slowly walked into the dazzling palace, the morning light shone through the exquisite window lattices, like fine gold powder, sprinkling on his slightly pale face, adding a bit of warmth and vitality to him.

Emperor Dongyue, a monarch who is both majestic and kind, sits at his desk, with mountains of memorials beside him. Each one is heavy, carrying the fate of the country and the expectations of the people.

He reviewed it carefully, his face as calm as water, as if the slight anger he had shown in the court before had been melted away by the warm morning light, leaving no trace.

Sensing the subtle change in the atmosphere in the hall, Emperor Dongyue leisurely put down the delicate feather pen in his hand, and the tip of the pen gently touched the ink cup, making a long and subtle sound, like the plucked sound of a zither, lingering in the air. He looked at Eunuch Wang beside him gently, his eyes full of trust and gentleness, and whispered: "Since Kui'er has arrived, quickly prepare his favorite seat and add a few wisps of calming incense to prevent him from being tired from standing for a long time."

His words revealed his deep care and love for his son.

After he finished speaking, the emperor turned his gaze gently to Long Kui. His eyes contained the warmth of fatherly love as well as subtle worry and expectation.

He said softly, "Quei'er, you are weak, so let's skip those complicated etiquette today."

The voice is low and warm, just like the warm sunshine in spring, warm yet powerful.

Hearing this, Long Kui unconsciously raised a warm smile, which showed both gratitude for his father's care and his insistence on his identity and responsibility. He looked at his father deeply and said slowly: "I will always remember your love for me. But as the crown prince, it would be disrespectful if I ignore even the basic etiquette." After that, he bowed slightly. Although the action seemed a little difficult due to his weak body, his determination and persistence were as unshakable as a mountain.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Dongyue shook his head helplessly, his eyes revealing a mixture of pity and pride.

He sighed softly, "You have a strong character since you were young, and it is difficult to change your mind. Well, if you feel at ease with the ceremony, then I will do as you wish."

Although he said this, his tone was full of tolerance and understanding, as if at this moment, all the etiquette between monarch and subject, and the love between father and son, were transformed into the purest emotions in the world, flowing between the two of them.