The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Zhuo Yue'an first hurriedly went to hand over the matters at hand to the elders of the sect. After everything was arranged, he took Bai Hehuai, who was still angry, and rushed towards Tianqi City.

The two men remained silent along the way, simply whipping their horses constantly as they galloped forward like arrows from a bow. The sound of horse hooves echoed along both sides of the road, raising clouds of dust, but they were too anxious to pay attention to these things.

Finally, after a long journey, they arrived at the magnificent Tianqi City. After entering the city, Zhuo Yuean and Bai Hehuai quickly found an inn and settled in. Without even a moment's rest, they eagerly set out to find Ye Dingzhi.

Just as they were about to step out of the inn, a familiar figure came into view—Ye Dingzhi was walking slowly in from outside. He looked a little tired, as if he had just been through something.

Ye Dingzhi had just returned from the Qing King's visit. Zhuo Yuean and Bai Hehuai were overjoyed to see Ye Dingzhi, but they didn't bother to exchange pleasantries and hurriedly pulled him back to the room.

After everyone was seated, Zhuo Yuean told Ye Dingzhi all the news he had brought. However, after hearing this series of news, Ye Dingzhi fell into a long silence, not saying a word. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, as if even the air had frozen.

Finally, Bai Hehuai, who could no longer contain her temper, broke the silence and said, "Brother Ye, please say something! Are you just going to watch their betrayal and remain indifferent?" There was a hint of urgency and dissatisfaction in her words.

Ye Dingzhi took a deep breath, his face as gloomy as water, and said slowly: "This matter is of no trivial importance. I need some time to carefully think about how to deal with it. You have been running around and are tired, so you should go and rest first." After that, he stood up, turned around and walked towards his room without looking back, leaving Bai Hehuai and Zhuo Yuean sitting there, looking at each other in confusion.

After slowly pacing back to his own quiet and independent room, Ye Dingzhi reached out his slightly trembling hand and gently closed the old yet still sturdy door. Then, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, he slid lifelessly down the door panel like a puddle of mud, finally leaning weakly against the cold wooden door.

At this moment, his already restless heart felt like a huge rock had been dropped into it, instantly creating a turbulent wave. A myriad of complex thoughts surged and tangled within his mind like a tidal wave. In truth, he had anticipated today's situation; he might even have had a vague premonition deep in his heart. Yet, even so, when the moment finally arrived, the sudden shock still left him somewhat overwhelmed.

Especially when he thought that Yi Wenjun had done this without even notifying him..., all those sweet and warm scenes from the past emerged before his eyes uncontrollably one by one - they had strolled together under the moonlight, whispering to each other; they had also sat side by side by the stream, watching the fish swimming happily in the water... Every little detail of the past was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing his already broken heart, bringing him wave after wave of excruciating pain.

However, Ye Dingzhi's mind was as clear as a mirror. Love, from ancient times to the present, could never be forced. No matter how unwilling he was, or how much he wanted to let go, he could not change the cruel fact that had already happened.

Therefore, at this moment, the most crucial and urgent matter for Ye Dingzhi remained revenge. He had to calm his heart and carefully consider his next steps with utmost composure and rationality, absolutely refusing to indulge in his own personal affairs. He took a deep breath, as if sucking all the air into his lungs. Then, his body swayed slightly as he slowly and with difficulty stood up. Every movement felt heavy, as if he were carrying a thousand-pound burden.

He stumbled towards the table, each step unsteady. Finally, he reached the table and, without hesitation, reached out and picked up the teapot. The tea in the pot had already gone cold, but he seemed unfazed. He simply placed the pot to his lips, tilted his head back, and began to gulp down the tea.

However, due to his hands shaking constantly, the cold tea could not flow into his mouth. A lot of tea overflowed from the corners of his mouth, slid down his cheeks, some dripped onto his clothes, soaking them instantly; some flowed down his neck and penetrated into his collar, bringing a piercing cold feeling.

He continued to drink until there was no more tea left in the teapot. Only then did he loosen his grip on the teapot, letting it tumble heavily onto the table. He then raised his arm and sloppily wiped his lips with his sleeve, leaving a wet trail. He then slowly closed his eyes, attempting to conceal the crimson tinge beneath them. At this moment, no one could tell what he was thinking, or what deep emotions and secrets he was hiding.

In stark contrast to the tense atmosphere here, Zhuo Yue'an sat next door, relaxed and at ease. She gazed calmly at Bai Hehuai, who was now like an ant on hot bricks, pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, "What should I do? What should I do? Is Brother Ye suddenly overwhelmed? Why don't we go check on him? Oh no, no, he probably just wants to be alone for a while... But what if something really happens?" Bai Hehuai grew increasingly anxious as he spoke, his entire body mired in deep worry.

At this moment, Bai Hehuai inadvertently glanced at Zhuo Yuean beside him, but was surprised to find that he could still pick up the teacup so calmly and take a sip of tea, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

Her face was filled with rage. She rushed forward and snatched the teacup from his hand. With a loud bang, she placed the cup heavily on the table, spilling a lot of tea and wetting the tabletop.