Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang wore a simple, elegant blue robe with loose sleeves. His hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, a few strands of hair casually falling across his forehead, adding a touch of casualness to his appearance. His facial features were clearly defined, and a hint of scholarly air lingered between his eyebrows.

He and Li Hufa were dressed as an ordinary couple. The street they were on was mostly populated by ordinary people, so his plain robes helped him blend in with the crowd.

Half a month had passed, and he and Guardian Li had already mastered the art of changing clothes. He even used modern makeup to slightly modify their appearance. However, when Wen Yuechen saw him for the first time, he was only stunned for a moment before recognizing him. He pointed at the plain-dressed woman next to him and asked in confusion, "Is this the new member of your cabinet? Why are we meeting in the mansion?"

Later, Lian Qingyang asked Wen Yuechen: "How could you recognize me at first sight? Even Xiaozhou didn't recognize me." He thought he would never forget Wen Yuechen's answer: Your eyes, when you looked at me, were full of love.

He and Protector Li entered a restaurant and went to a private room on the second floor. They watched the people coming and going on the street outside the window, bargaining and arguing over the prices of things they were buying. They were unaware that wars had broken out in various places, and the situation in the palace had become increasingly chaotic since Duke Zhen'an went to the border to resist foreign enemies.

At this time, a waiter entered the private room and said, "Sir, what would you like to order?" He handed the letter in his hand to Protector Li.

Lian Qingyang waved his hand and said casually, "Bring us some of our signature dishes." The waiter responded and retreated.

Lian Qingyang took the letter and quickly skimmed through its contents, finally gaining a general understanding. Wen Yuechen had secretly traveled south with his master seven days ago to rally the people against oppression. Because of the momentum they had built up, it was now easy to rally. Many of the confidants that the Duke of Zhen'an had previously dispatched to various locations to suppress the rebellion had already been secretly eliminated by his master's men in various locations.

The letter also mentioned a key point: a capable deputy general under the command of Duke Zhen'an was actually Wen Yuechen's man. This would greatly increase their chances of success, and it was time for the capital to take action.

Lian Qingyang put the letter away in his sleeve, took out a piece of paper and pen from the secret compartment under the windowsill, wrote a letter to Wen Yuechen, and then wrote another letter to Li Hufa. When the waiter came to serve the food, he slipped the letter to Wen Yuechen into his mouth.

After parting with Protector Li at the entrance of the restaurant, Lian Qingyang walked through the crowd and was not in a hurry to go back. He wandered around for a long time before he arrived at a small courtyard. After entering the secret door of the study, he changed his clothes and changed his makeup. After a while, he came out and then used his lightness skills to quickly return home.

For the next half month, Prince Chen's mansion remained closed to visitors, but it did not cause much discussion. After all, Prince Chen had been almost invisible due to health reasons, and the only thing worth discussing was the wedding.

The palace had few servants, and they were all skilled, so there was no way to dismiss them. They had to be placed in Qingyun Pavilion before the operation. Wen Yuechen was the one who took care of the placement of the servants in Qingyun Pavilion. I don't know how he managed to avoid alerting anyone.

The emperor's most urgent task was to sideline the Duke of Zhen'an. He had been dealing with the ministers in the court recently. Fortunately, he had eliminated many dissidents. The remaining ministers were more dissatisfied with a military general who had been showing off his power in the court some time ago. Now that the Duke of Zhen'an had gone to the border, the civil officials naturally stood on the side of the emperor. However, no one in the court was capable of confronting the Duke of Zhen'an, which made the emperor very anxious.

It has been winter for more than a month. The temperature in the capital is not very cold, but it is windy. Lian Qingyang added a layer of clothes and put on a windproof cloak. With the help of his inner strength, he felt that the temperature was almost the same as in autumn.

Wen Yuechen has been back for two or three days. He said that everything has been prepared and they are just waiting for the right time to take action.

News trickled in from all over the place, from the border, and even from the palace. Wen Yuechen spent hours in his study every day. One day, after lunch, Wen Yuechen spoke in a serious tone, "We can prepare for action tonight."

The new emperor had been on the throne for less than half a year, and due to caution, he had not yet determined the name of the country, so he recorded the 58th year of the Dawen Dynasty.

In the autumn of the fifty-eighth year of the Wen Dynasty, powerful forces emerged across the country, and enemy forces invaded the border. Duke Zhen'an led his troops to resist the foreign enemies, fighting bravely for two months and achieving a resounding victory. Leaving 80% of his troops stationed at the border, Duke Zhen'an and his personal guards met with an accident on their way back to the capital and disappeared.

In the winter of the same year, Duke Zhen'an appeared in the emperor's bedroom and stabbed the emperor to death. The guards who were alarmed and rushed to the scene were then beheaded by swords. The palace bell rang in the middle of the night, and the emperor and the empress dowager both died.

No one knew how the Empress Dowager died, and no one knew that Lian Qingyang had visited the Empress Dowager's bedroom that night.

From then on, it was heard that the three most powerful people in the court had all passed away overnight. The ministers in the court were like headless flies. Taking into consideration that the emperor's children were still young and unable to take on important responsibilities, when the ministers thought of Prince Chen a few days later, they found that Prince Chen's mansion had suddenly caught fire that night and no one had escaped.

"So your little nephew was forced to ascend the throne?" Lian Qingyang stuffed a pastry into his mouth and spoke slowly.

After the people in the mansion quietly left, Lian Qingyang took them to live with his master and was placed in a three-courtyard house far away from the capital. Fortunately, most of the servants went to Qingyun Pavilion, otherwise this place, which was less than half the size of the palace, would not be able to accommodate all of them.

The two of them lost their identities and had fewer worries. They either stayed in the study or the bedroom every day, but Qingyun Pavilion was still in the capital, so the information they received was basically accurate.

Wen Yuechen wrote something and did not forget to reply: "When my father was alive, the decree was announced. After that, every emperor wrote down the heir to the throne when he ascended the throne, and handed a copy to the general steward, the prime minister and the censor. If the heir is dead, the heir must be chosen from nearby."

After waiting for a long time without hearing any movement, Wen Yuechen looked at the person half-lying on the couch, looking drowsy. He put down his brush, reluctantly stood up and walked over. He picked the person up and walked towards the bedroom while whispering, "Why did you fall asleep on the couch again? Next time, let me know if you feel sleepy. If you sleep on it for too long, you'll inevitably feel very uncomfortable all over."

Lian Qingyang was placed securely on the bed. Hearing the sound, he half-opened his eyes and glanced at the person beside the bed. He turned his back and muttered, "I'm not uncomfortable because of the soft couch. Don't mess with me again tonight."

The prince, who had tidied his bedding and was about to get up and leave the bedroom, froze when he heard this. He didn't care that it was bright outside, took off his boots, socks and outer shirt, and got into the bed of his princess. He reached out and gently hugged the sleeping person, whispered many promises, but in return he could only hear the even and long breathing of the person in his arms.

I had no choice but to close my eyes along with him, but the conversation between them kept ringing in my mind.

"Qingyang, do you want to be second to none and above everyone else?"

"Do you want to? If you do, I will help you conquer this kingdom; if you don't, I will accompany you to travel around this world."

“…For a lifetime?”

"A lifetime." More than that.

I have long been tired of being trapped in the capital, trapped in that small world. I once wanted to escape with all my strength, but now my desire can come true with just a thought.

All hope comes from the person in your arms. Even if you give up this identity, you can live a good life with hope.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly with a protective attitude, but buried his head in the crook of his neck out of insecurity. Wen Yuechen fell asleep peacefully, still murmuring: "Thank you, Qingyang."