End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The pocket watch in Teng Junze's hand is the medium of communication with Fan Mengmeng.

The vibration meant that Fan Mengmeng was trying to contact him.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm the surging emotions in his heart, and pressed the button on the pocket watch.

Fan Mengmeng's anxious voice came immediately: "Junze, I saw the news! Are you okay? That imperial edict..."

"I'm fine." Teng Junze tried his best to make his voice sound calm, "Just some minor troubles." He didn't want to make Fan Mengmeng worry, but the solemnity unconsciously revealed in his tone was still caught by Fan Mengmeng.

"A little trouble? Junze, don't lie to me! I know this matter is very serious, and the opponent obviously wants to take this opportunity to bring you down!" Fan Mengmeng's voice was a little tearful. In modern times, she could only learn about what happened in ancient times through online news. This feeling of powerlessness made her even more panicked.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Teng Junze's mansion became tense.

Xiaolu stood by trembling with fear, not daring to breathe.

She had never seen Teng Junze's face so gloomy, and everyone in the mansion felt the oppression of impending storm.

Teng Junze's friend hurried over, his expression solemn: "Junze, I've heard about this. The emperor is determined to take action against you this time. We must come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible!"

Teng Junze rubbed his brows. His opponent's moves were ruthless and precise, hitting his vital points directly.

This plan is of vital importance. If it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

More importantly, his opponent dragged him into this power struggle not only to stop the plan but also to kill him.

"They're using the planned canal transport route to spread rumors that I embezzled imperial tax silver. The evidence is irrefutable," Teng Junze said in a cold tone. "Many officials in the court have already submitted letters of impeachment against me. The situation is very unfavorable for us."

His friend's face darkened: "This is clearly a frame-up! But now we have witnesses and evidence, we have no way to defend ourselves." He paced back and forth, anxiously thinking about countermeasures.

Fan Mengmeng was extremely anxious as she listened to Teng Junze's story.

Although she didn't know much about the political struggles in ancient times, she knew that Teng Junze was now in an extremely dangerous situation.

She tried to calm herself down and began to analyze the current situation.

Suddenly, she remembered that the political analysis method she learned in modern society might help Teng Junze find the key to breaking the deadlock.

"Junze," Fan Mengmeng's voice was firm, "Tell me the whole story in detail, and we will analyze it together..." Before Fan Mengmeng finished speaking, the pocket watch suddenly disconnected.

"Mengmeng!" Teng Junze stood up suddenly, his face became even gloomier, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

He looked out the window. The night was dark, as if foreshadowing a bigger storm was coming.

He clutched his pocket watch tightly, his deep voice echoing in the empty study: "It's too late..."

Fan Mengmeng fiddled with her pocket watch anxiously, the signal interruption made her feel very upset.

But she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Now is not the time to panic, she must find a way to help Teng Junze as soon as possible.

She quickly turned on her computer and began searching for information about ancient water transport and tax and silver management, hoping to find some clues.

At the same time, Teng Junze paced back and forth in the study, anxiously waiting to reconnect with Fan Mengmeng.

The sudden interruption of the pocket watch made him realize the seriousness of the matter. The opponent's actions were faster and more ruthless than he had imagined.

"Junze, we can't just sit there and wait for death!" his friend urged anxiously, "We must take the initiative to attack in order to turn the situation around!"

Teng Junze stopped, a look of determination flashing in his eyes: "You're right, instead of passively taking a beating, it's better to take the initiative!"

At this moment, the pocket watch began to vibrate again.

Fan Mengmeng's excited voice came: "Junze, I found some clues! Listen carefully..."

Fan Mengmeng uses modern political analysis methods to unravel the opponent's conspiracy and analyze it layer by layer.

She discovered that although the opponent's so-called "evidence" seemed conclusive, it contained several key flaws.

She pointed out these flaws to Teng Junze one by one and proposed corresponding counterattack strategies.

The next day, the atmosphere in the court was tense.

The opponent was aggressive and presented the so-called "evidence" one by one, accusing Teng Junze of embezzling tax silver.

The officials in the court were talking about it, and many of them looked at Teng Junze with suspicion.

Teng Junze's face was calm, but there was a cold glint in his eyes.

He calmly refuted his opponent's accusations one by one and skillfully pointed the finger at his opponent.

The two sides exchanged sharp words, and the atmosphere was extremely tense and ready to explode.

"You said that I embezzled tax silver, but have you ever thought about where this tax silver finally went?" Teng Junze's voice was low and powerful, and every word was resounding and echoed in the court.

He paused, his eyes sweeping across his opponent like a knife, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth: "Perhaps, the real mastermind behind this is hiding among us..."

The questions raised by Teng Junze were like stones thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

In the court, officials looked at each other and whispered.

The opponent's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look directly into Teng Junze's eyes.

"My Lords, I have irrefutable evidence proving the true culprit is someone else!" Teng Junze pulled a file from his sleeve and declared forcefully, "This file documents the evidence of our opponent colluding with several officials to embezzle tax revenue and enrich themselves!"

The contents of the file were like a bombshell, causing an uproar in the court.

The officials were in an uproar and talked about it.

The opponent's accomplices were pale and terrified.

Some officials who had originally remained neutral also began to look upon their opponents with suspicion.

"What nonsense! This is clearly a false accusation!" the opponent shouted in a timid tone, but his trembling voice revealed his inner fear.

Teng Junze sneered and calmly presented the evidence one by one, each piece of evidence pointing to his opponent and his accomplices.

With both witnesses and evidence available, the opponent had no way to defend himself and was eventually forced to admit his guilt.

A thrilling court struggle ended with Teng Junze's complete victory.

Not only did he successfully resolve the crisis, he also brought his opponents to justice, winning the admiration and support of righteous people in the court.

Fan Mengmeng watched Teng Junze's entire performance in the court through her pocket watch, and her heart was filled with admiration and pride.

She saw Teng Junze's calmness and wisdom in the face of crisis, and his courage and determination to fight for justice, and tears of excitement flashed in her eyes.

After leaving court, Teng Junze returned home and contacted Fan Mengmeng immediately.

The two looked at each other affectionately through their pocket watches. No words were needed, and each other's eyes were full of love and gratitude.

"Mengmeng, thank you." Teng Junze's voice was low and gentle.

"Junze, you are the real hero." Fan Mengmeng's voice was choked with sobs.

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

Teng Junze's good friend is named Lu Li. His father is the prime minister of the current dynasty and holds a high position of power.

Seeing that Teng Junze had escaped danger, Lu Li was overjoyed. He immediately mobilized his family's power to win over the officials who had been wavering like fence-sitters, thus consolidating Teng Junze's position.

The situation in the court suddenly changed. The forces that had been eyeing Teng Junze suddenly stopped, and the implementation of the plan became extremely smooth.

Under the secret operation of the Lu family, the canal transport routes were unobstructed and the materials needed for the plan were continuously transported to the designated locations.

At the same time, in modern times, Fan Mengmeng also took active action.

She contacted Boss Zhao, with whom she had worked before, to discuss the purchase of the next batch of supplies.

Boss Zhao was a little hesitant at first. After all, the news of the end of the world had not been fully disclosed, and hoarding large amounts of supplies was extremely risky.

But Fan Mengmeng persuaded Boss Zhao with both emotion and reason, and finally convinced him.

With the help of Boss Zhao, Fan Mengmeng's stockpiling plan progressed rapidly, and the warehouse was filled with various daily necessities and emergency supplies.

In ancient times, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Teng Junze stood in the courtyard, holding a pocket watch in his hand, and whispered to Fan Mengmeng.

The two are separated by distance, but they are connected in mind and work together for the same goal.

Both of them were relieved that the plan was progressing so smoothly, but at the same time, a sense of uneasiness was quietly growing.

“Mengmeng, everything went too smoothly. I always felt…” Teng Junze frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Me too," Fan Mengmeng's voice also became a little serious, "I always feel like something is going to happen."

Suddenly, the pocket watch in Teng Junze's hand made a shrill chime, and the pointer on the dial spun wildly, emitting a dazzling light.

Teng Junze's face changed, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.

"Mengmeng, be careful!" Before Teng Junze finished speaking, the pocket watch suddenly exploded and the fragments scattered all over the ground.

At the same time, the same situation happened in modern Fan Mengmeng's home.

The moment the pocket watch exploded, Fan Mengmeng felt a severe headache and everything in front of her began to distort.

"Mengmeng!" Fan's mother exclaimed, but she watched her daughter disappear before her eyes.

In ancient times, at Teng Junze's mansion, Xiaolu was horrified to find that Teng Junze's figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared into the night.

"Young Master!" Xiaolu collapsed on the ground, his face pale and his eyes full of fear.

Lu Li hurried over and saw the empty courtyard, his heart sank.

"Not good..." Lu Li muttered to himself, his face terribly gloomy, "The fusion of time and space has begun..."