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

The study was filled with a faint scent of ink, but it couldn't cover up the tense atmosphere in the air.

Fan Mengmeng's eyes swept over the dazzling array of ancient books on the bookshelf, and she felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart.

Master Zhao's betrayal was not just a simple seizure of power. She vaguely felt that the things involved behind it might be far more complicated than she imagined, and might even endanger the safety of both time and space, not to mention her and Teng Junze.

"Mengmeng, what are you thinking about?" Teng Junze's gentle voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of concern.

Fan Mengmeng came back to her senses and shook her head: "Nothing, I just feel that... Mr. Zhao's conspiracy may be deeper than we see."

Teng Junze's deep gaze fell on her face and he gently held her hand: "Don't worry, I will find out everything and protect you."

Fan Mengmeng was infected by the determination in his eyes and felt a little relieved.

She looked around and tried to calm herself down.

Although the crisis at the altar has been temporarily resolved, the real danger may have just begun.

What is Master Zhao’s purpose?

What other forces are behind him?

These questions shrouded her mind like a fog, making her feel a little uneasy.

"Junze, do you think there are any clues in Master Zhao's study?" Fan Mengmeng suddenly thought of something and her eyes fell on the row of bookshelves again.

Teng Junze nodded slightly: "Maybe, let's look for it carefully."

The two of them went their separate ways, carefully browsing the books on the shelf.

Fan Mengmeng's eyes swept across the ancient books, but she became more and more anxious.

Time passed minute by minute, and the study was so quiet that only the sound of turning pages could be heard.

"Strange..." Fan Mengmeng murmured to herself. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Suddenly, Teng Junze's eyes fell on a book on the bookshelf. The book was placed slightly tilted, and it didn't fit in with the neatly arranged books around it.

He reached out and pulled out the book. The moment his fingertips touched the pages, he felt something strange.

The pages are thicker than normal books and seem to be sandwiched between something.

Teng Junze slowly turned the pages of the book...

"This is……"

Teng Junze slowly turned the pages of the book, and his fingertips touched a thin piece of paper.

He carefully pulled out the piece of paper, and in the dim candlelight, lines of tiny handwriting came into view.

It was a detailed list that recorded the transactions between Master Zhao and a mysterious force, listing the dates, locations, items traded, and even the secret codes.

Every transaction was shocking and the amount involved was huge, enough to prove Master Zhao's wolfish ambition.

This is exactly the evidence they have been looking for, enough to expose Master Zhao's conspiracy and bring him to justice!

Fan Mengmeng came forward, looked at the contents on the list, and took a breath.

She finally understood that Master Zhao's goal was not just to seize power. He actually colluded with external forces and intended to overthrow the entire dynasty, and even... She didn't dare to think about it anymore, and only felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

Just then, the door of the study creaked open.

Master Zhao stood at the door with a gloomy face. When he saw the list in their hands, a flash of panic crossed his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

He looked at Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng with a half-smile, and a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "I didn't expect you to find this. It seems that I really underestimated you."

Teng Junze put the list away and looked at Master Zhao with a cold gaze: "What else do you have to say?"

Master Zhao sneered, "The victors take the cake. Now that the evidence is in your hands, what else can I say? It's just a pity that you're celebrating too early."

Fan Mengmeng's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.

Master Zhao's tone was too calm, so calm that it frightened her.

It seems that he has a trick up his sleeve, and this trick may cost them a huge price.

"What do you mean?" Teng Junze's voice also turned cold. He clenched the list in his hand, ready to respond to Master Zhao's next move at any time.

Master Zhao did not answer, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his hand, and a dagger appeared in his hand, flashing with cold light, pointing directly at Fan Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng!" Teng Junze shouted and protected Fan Mengmeng behind him.

Fan Mengmeng held Teng Junze's arm tightly, her fingertips turning white. Teng Junze held her hand in return, giving her silent comfort.

Their eyes met, and without words, they understood each other's intentions: to protect this hard-earned truth until death.

When Master Zhao saw this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He no longer pretended and roared, "Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude!" After that, he swung the dagger violently and stabbed Fan Mengmeng.

Teng Junze was quick-witted and quick-handed. He pulled Fan Mengmeng behind him and kicked Master Zhao's wrist at the same time.

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Xiaodong, go call someone!" Teng Junze ordered sternly.

Xiaodong was already pale with fright. After hearing the order, he immediately turned around and ran out.

Seeing this, Master Zhao's face became even gloomier. He roared and punched Teng Junze.

Teng Junze dodged sideways and hit Master Zhao in the chest with his backhand.

Master Zhao staggered back a few steps, a sinister look flashed in his eyes. He suddenly took out a handful of sleeping pills from his sleeve and threw them at Teng Junze.

Teng Junze was already prepared. He held his breath and simultaneously launched a flying kick, knocking Master Zhao to the ground. The drug scattered in the air, emitting a pungent odor.

At this moment, a noisy sound of footsteps was heard outside the study. Several of Master Zhao's men heard the commotion and rushed over. They rushed forward and surrounded Teng Junze.

"Protect the young master!" Xiaodong arrived with the palace guards and joined the battle. The study was immediately in chaos, with swords flashing and sabers flying, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Teng Junze fought against many enemies alone, but he was not at a disadvantage at all.

His moves were ruthless, and each blow hit the vital points.

Master Zhao struggled to get up, picked up the dagger on the ground in the chaos, and stabbed Teng Junze again.

"Be careful!" Fan Mengmeng exclaimed. Seeing that the dagger was about to stab Teng Junze, she rushed forward without thinking and blocked the attack with her body.

The dagger pierced Fan Mengmeng's shoulder, and blood instantly stained her clothes red. Teng Junze's eyes were bloodshot, and he pushed Master Zhao away and hugged Fan Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng!"

Master Zhao took the opportunity to snatch the list of evidence that fell to the ground and laughed wildly: "Teng Junze, you lose! Even if you get the evidence, what can you do? You still can't protect her in the end!" After that, he turned around and tried to escape.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded: "Really?"

Master Zhao paused and slowly turned around. He saw Fan Mengmeng had stood up at some point, holding another identical list in her hand. A cold smile appeared on her lips. "Do you think there's only one piece of evidence?"

Master Zhao's face changed drastically. He never expected that Fan Mengmeng had another piece of evidence in her hand.

Teng Junze took advantage of his distraction, stepped forward, snatched the dagger from his hand, and subdued him with his backhand.

The battle ended quickly, and all of Master Zhao's men were captured by the guards.

Fan Mengmeng covered her injured shoulder, her face pale, but her eyes were firm and she showed no fear at all.

She handed the evidence to Teng Junze, a faint smile on her lips: "I knew you would do this, so I was prepared."

Teng Junze took the evidence, his eyes filled with heartache and admiration. He held Fan Mengmeng's hand tightly and said softly, "Silly, don't take such risks again next time."

Fan Mengmeng winked playfully: "For you, it's worth it."

The evidence was conclusive and Master Zhao's conspiracy was completely exposed.

He was taken away and faced severe punishment.

In the study, Xiaodong was bandaging Fan Mengmeng's wound, and Teng Junze was watching quietly, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Mengmeng, let's go to the beach." Teng Junze suddenly said.

Fan Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, then she understood what he meant.

Although Master Zhao was arrested, the matter was not completely over yet.

He knew that Master Zhao would be desperate and try to destroy the evidence, and the seaside would be their final battlefield.

"Okay." Fan Mengmeng nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

The two men brought the evidence to the beach, and the cold sea breeze blew their clothes.

In the distance, a dark shadow was rapidly approaching them... Teng Junze tightened his grip on the sword and whispered, "Here it comes."