After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Inside the Southern Prince's Palace, candlelight illuminated the dark night, and occasionally the cries of nocturnal birds could be heard.

Ren Chennan sat in front of the proposal in the study with a frown on his face, the piece of paper in his hand trembling slightly due to the force.

He picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. The study was so quiet that he could hear the sound of the pen tip scratching across paper and the sound of the wind passing by outside the window.

The note briefly read "Stop Mubai and do not disturb the tomb of the late emperor." Then it was sent to Nightingale by carrier pigeon.

There were five secret guards standing neatly in the study, emitting a murderous aura that should not be underestimated.

"Guanyin appears, Mu Bai comes out, the tomb of the late emperor may be in turmoil."

Ren Chennan's cold and murderous aura made every secret guard present feel a chill in their hearts and their expressions became even more solemn.

He slowly walked to the map, and lightly ran his finger across the route between Nandu City and the tomb of the previous emperor. Every time he passed a place, he seemed to be calculating countless possibilities in his mind.

"The Jianghu is in turmoil. In fact, this Jade Guanyin is the only key to the tomb of the late emperor. We must not only stop Mu Bai, but also ensure the safety of the imperial tomb."

The secret guards knelt on one knee, and the oath resounded throughout the study: "We swear to follow the prince until death and defend the peace of the imperial mausoleum."

Their voices were like sharp swords that vowed to cut through the chaotic world to show their loyalty to the prince.

Ren Chennan's eyes lingered on a certain spot on the map, and he said in a low voice: "Do you know that there is an emperor's sword hidden in the tomb of the previous emperor? My mother once told me privately that this sword is not only extremely sharp, but also contains the spirit of a king. Whoever obtains the emperor's sword will obtain the hearts of the world."

As soon as these words were spoken, the secret guards looked at each other and their breathing became rapid. There was an indescribable desire in their shock.

"The Emperor's Sword is not only a symbol of imperial power, but also a weapon used by our ancestors to protect this land from foreign aggression."

Ren Chennan turned around and glanced at each of the secret guards coldly: "I want you to swear to protect the imperial mausoleum to the death, to ensure that the emperor's sword is not lost, and to protect the eternal foundation of our Dragon Kingdom."

A stern-faced secret guard stood up first, and a deep voice seemed to burst out from his chest: "We swear to build a copper wall with our flesh and blood to protect the imperial mausoleum and the emperor's sword. Even if it means our death, we will not hesitate."

After saying this, he waved his hand violently, and the other secret guards followed suit. Their movements were in unison, surging like the tide, yet with an unshakable order.

They knelt on one knee, clenched their right fists across their chests, and shouted in unison: "We are willing to sacrifice our lives to defend the glory of the Dragon Kingdom. We swear to follow the prince until death, protect the treasure, and fulfill our mission."

"This world belongs to the royal family of our Ren clan. The throne can only be inherited by the descendants of dragons, and no one outside the family can get involved. Although King Beiling is my brother, his talent and virtue are not enough to take on this great responsibility. If the Emperor's Sword falls into his hands, it will be a misfortune for the Dragon Nation. Not only must we stop Mu Bai, but we must also pay close attention to King Beiling's movements and never let that waste take advantage of any opportunity."

As soon as Ren Chennan finished speaking, a thin secret guard stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, we are willing to be the sharp sword of the Dragon Kingdom hidden in the dark to pierce all conspiracies. If the King of Beiling dares to make any unusual moves, he will be exposed."

Another secret guard, with dark skin and knotted muscles, was as steady as a rock. He clenched his fists, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes: "We swear on our lives to protect the Emperor's sword and not let outsiders tarnish the imperial power."

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became tense. The candlelight flickered more violently due to the breeze outside the window, casting mottled light and shadows, making everyone's expressions flicker.

Ren Chennan's expression suddenly became complicated. He slowly walked to a corner of the study, with his back to the secret guards, and spoke in a low voice that seemed to penetrate people's hearts: "Nightingale is a shadow cultivated by this king, and she has never failed in every mission. But in the past year, the mission to assassinate Princess Bei has failed repeatedly, which has to make this king suspicious."

Upon hearing this, a secret guard seemed to want to defend Nightingale, but due to his status, he could only ask in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Nightingale has followed you for many years. Her loyalty is obvious to all of us brothers. Is there any other hidden story behind this?"

Since Ren Chennan had his back to everyone, no one noticed that a touch of tenderness flashed across the prince's brows, but it was soon replaced by a gloomy face. He turned around and said: "To me, the nightingale is not only a sharp blade, but also..."

The unfinished words suddenly stopped, and even he was unwilling to admit the feelings that transcended the relationship between master and servant, so he could only bury it deep in his heart so that no one would notice.

Ren Chennan walked slowly to the window with a heavy heart. The night sky was sparse with stars, making his figure look particularly lonely.

"If Nightingale really betrays me, I will clean up the mess myself and will not allow her to become a stain in my heart."

"Your Majesty, if Nightingale really betrays you, we will capture her and hand her over to you personally."

"I will redouble my surveillance of Nightingale to ensure that she has no second thoughts and that nothing she does escapes our notice."

Ren Chennan turned around, his deep eyes like a cold pond swept across the faces of each secret guard, and his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "Will you betray this king?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the secret guards were firm, without the slightest wavering, as if they were responding to this question with their lives.

The secret guard standing on the far left, his chest rising and falling slightly, did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the Southern King: "I am willing to swear on my soul that I will never betray the prince."

Seeing this, the other secret guards knelt on one knee and said in the same resounding voice: "We are willing to build a wall of loyalty with our flesh and blood, and swear to follow the prince until death without any second thoughts."

The last secret guard touched his forehead to the ground and said in a soft but firm voice: "My loyalty is known to the sun and the moon. If I betray you, I will be shot through the heart with thousands of arrows to thank you for your cultivation."

He slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with unquestionable loyalty. The entire study was filled with this burning emotion, and the air was filled with strong conviction.

Ren Chennan waved his sleeves suddenly, and a corner of the map was blown up by the wind, as if foreshadowing the upcoming waves.

"There is no time to lose. Set off for Nandu immediately."

These two short sentences echoed in the study like thunder, and every word contained a force that could not be disobeyed.

Upon hearing this, the secret guards quickly and orderly organized their equipment, with their swords drawn, reflecting on their resolute faces.

The night was as dark as thick ink. Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves on the quiet street broke the tranquility of the night.

Ren Chennan was riding on a shiny black horse, holding the Meteor Spear horizontally in front of the saddle. The tip of the spear was shining coldly in the moonlight, as if it could pierce through all the darkness.

His figure cast a long shadow in the night, forming an insurmountable barrier with the secret guards following closely behind him.

As the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, several dark shadows clung to the prince's left and right, as if even their breathing had merged with the moonlight, leaving only blurry figures and the sound of hurried horse hooves.