The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 124: The Undercurrent of the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet

"It's getting late, let's go." Ji Yun and Gu Yazhu had unknowingly reached Gu Yichen's side. Ji Yun's hand gently rested on Gu Yichen's shoulder, a heavy feeling in his heart. His eyes were gentle, yet a hint of worry lay hidden within them. Looking at his lost and now-found son, Ji Yun was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

From the moment he first met Gu Yichen, he felt an indescribable sense of closeness. This feeling was complex and deep, like a long-buried secret being brought to light. He had never imagined that his son would be able to accompany him to such a grand occasion as he did now - that the palace that once felt like a nightmare would no longer have Gu Yichen's lonely figure.

Tang Ling stood not far away, his eyes darting back and forth between Ji Yun, Gu Yazhu, and Gu Yichen, his mind a bit confused. He and Tang Yi were Ji Yun's personal guards, and had been away from the prince for only three months. They had been assigned to Qingyun Pavilion to handle matters, supporting the prince's operations and bringing back 500 men. However, they hadn't expected that during this time, a major incident had occurred, one they were completely unaware of.

How could there be someone who looked exactly like the prince? His expression and demeanor seemed to tell him this wasn't just a coincidence. His mind felt like it had been split open by lightning, and all sorts of thoughts flooded into his mind.

"Wait..." Tang Ling finally couldn't help but break the silence, frowning, his voice filled with confusion and puzzlement, "Third Young Master, what is going on? This..." He pointed at Gu Yichen, his heart full of doubts.

Ji Junche stood nearby. He and Gu Yichen had both disguised themselves. Following Ji Junche's customary disguises, the two brothers and their parents wore newly made human skin masks, concealing their true appearances from the public. With his usual gentle expression, he softly explained, "He's my long-lost brother, Gu Yichen, my twin brother." Ji Junche's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it carried a force that could not be ignored.

However, these words struck Tang Ling like a bolt from the blue. His mind raced with questions—Gu Yichen was actually the prince's biological brother? But why were their personalities so different? He discerned Gu Yichen. The man before him had a stern face, an icy expression, and an air of coldness that seemed to repel anyone. Ji Junche, on the other hand, was gentle and considerate, always presenting a thoughtful approach. Tang Ling couldn't help but sigh. They were brothers, yet their personalities were so different. The world was truly filled with unpredictable reasons.

Although Tang Ling and Tang Yi had always been by Ji Yun's side and were somewhat familiar with the complex relationship between the imperial family and the Luo family, the sudden revelation still left them feeling uneasy. They had never imagined things would develop to this point. Now, with Gu Yichen's appearance, it seemed to foreshadow an even more complex and turbulent situation. Tang Ling and Tang Yi exchanged a glance, realizing in their hearts that there was no turning back. This storm had caught not only them but also the entire palace.

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Lingyin Temple.

For the past two weeks, this ancient and mysterious temple, usually tranquil and peaceful, was bustling with activity today. Heroes from all corners of the martial arts world flocked here, seemingly turning it into a stage for their clandestine rivalry. Lingyin Temple's unique location, nestled against a mountain range and occupying an entire expanse of land, made it suitable for such a large-scale banquet. The chrysanthemum viewing banquet had even more agitation among these charismatic figures. While ostensibly an admiration for the chrysanthemums, it was secretly a clash of factions.

Many rumors circulated about Qingyun Pavilion, one of which was the claim that the Pavilion Master had recently found his long-missing son. Others claimed that this son had a tragic past, having been poisoned and even lost all memory, not even remembering who he was. If this were just a commonplace rumor, it would likely be dismissed with a laugh. However, because this missing son was so crucial to the status of Qingyun Pavilion, it became more than just a joke.

Inside a secluded courtyard at Lingyin Temple, Prefect Wen's face was sullen, his brow furrowed. His fingers drummed impatiently on the table, a look of restlessness evident. He glanced around, his voice icy, "Who is spreading these rumors about Qingyun Pavilion? Some are claiming I invited so many powerful figures to meet Qingyun Pavilion's new leader? This is absurd!"

He gritted his teeth, the rage in his heart like a volcano about to erupt, the hot magma chrysanthemum swirling in his heart, ready to burst forth at any moment. Magistrate Wen had originally planned to use this chrysanthemum viewing banquet to recruit the recalcitrant underworld forces and thereby strengthen his position within the court.

However, the sudden intervention of Qingyun Pavilion was like a sudden storm, throwing his plan into a predicament. In particular, the rumored new leader of Qingyun Pavilion, that unknown son, became the focus of the entire banquet, like a shining pearl, attracting everyone's attention.

Prefect Wen was extremely displeased with all this, his brow furrowed tightly, as if pulled by an invisible force, unable to relax. Standing behind him, Captain Zhang, seeing Prefect Wen about to explode, quickly spoke to soothe him, "Sir, please be patient. The young lady has already planted the Dream Ghost in the banquet tea, and everything will proceed as planned."

Prefect Wen was startled, his frown relaxing slightly, as if a gentle breeze had blown away the haze in his heart. He hadn't expected that this strife in the martial arts world would be related to his own daughter, Wen Min. It turned out that she had already taken action quietly, and for the sake of her father's great cause, she even used a rare poison like the Dream Ghost, like a sharp sword, severing all obstacles. Thinking of this, he was slightly moved, as if he had gained some new understanding of his daughter's thoughts. "Wen Min... is she doing this for me, or for herself?"

Magistrate Wen murmured softly, his voice seeming to come from far away, tinged with confusion and bewilderment. Captain Zhang, sensing Magistrate Wen's emotional fluctuations, whispered, "Sir, perhaps the young lady is trying to please you." Magistrate Wen sighed softly, rubbing his temples, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Never mind, as long as it doesn't affect the overall situation, let her do whatever she wants."

He knew that his daughter had been obsessed with Shen Kang for a long time, and if he interfered forcefully, it might backfire. Although Magistrate Wen was dissatisfied, he also knew that the overall situation was the most important thing at the moment, and personal emotional entanglements had to be put aside for the time being.

An undercurrent surged within the Lingyin Temple banquet hall. Those seemingly peaceful figures in the underworld were already harboring ulterior motives, waiting for their opportunity. The poison of the Dream Ghost was brewing in secret, and everyone at the banquet could unknowingly step into its invisible trap.