Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

The carriage was traveling across the desolate wilderness, with sand blowing in the wind as the wheels turned. There was a faint sense of oppression in the air, as if the earth was silently waiting for some kind of accident to happen.

Feng Qingyue sat in the carriage, her eyes like water. Although she did not seem panicked, a sense of uneasiness had quietly risen in her heart.

She was keenly aware that the surrounding environment had undergone subtle changes.

The wind and sand grew stronger, and the undercurrent in the air became unusually heavy, as if some unknown threat was quietly approaching.

Ouyang Wanqing, who was sitting next to her, still looked nervous, her hands tightly clenched in her sleeves, her eyes full of anxiety.

She turned to look at Feng Qingyue, wanting to ask, but she didn't say anything. She knew that Qingyue had always been so calm, even in such an oppressive atmosphere, she could remain calm.

On the other side of the convoy, Jun Lingyuan sat by the window, his eyes deep, staring into the distance, as if he could see through all the unusual movements.

His silence does not mean inaction, but inner alertness and concentration.

Ling Yuxiao remained alert, sitting quietly on the top of the carriage, scanning the surroundings with hawk-like eyes, not daring to relax at all.

Suddenly, the harsh sound of horse hooves broke the silence, and then a strong sense of oppression quickly spread from afar, as if a dangerous breath was approaching rapidly.

Feng Qingyue's eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed slightly, and she waved her hand gently to signal the convoy to stop.

"Stop!" Her voice was low and decisive.

The convoy immediately slowed down, and the carriage slowly stopped. The guards around quickly tightened their bowstrings and looked around vigilantly.

Ling Yuxiao jumped off the roof of the car like a shadow, disappeared into the shadow on one side, and quickly began to investigate.

"What's wrong, Qingyue?" Ouyang Wanqing obviously felt the strangeness of the atmosphere and asked nervously in a low voice.

Feng Qingyue shook her head slightly, her expression remaining calm. "Someone is following us, or more accurately, someone is preparing to take action."

Before he finished speaking, the air around him suddenly turned cold, and an undercurrent quickly swept over.

Several dark shadows rushed out from all directions like ghosts, like beasts pouncing on their prey, at a speed so fast that it was difficult for people to react.

Ling Yuxiao's figure instantly appeared in front of the convoy, with the long sword in his hand unsheathed, a cold light flashing, like a sharp blade cutting through the air.

"Enemy attack!" he shouted in a low voice, and several black-clad assassins emerged from all around like ghosts, and instantly started a fierce battle with the guards.

Feng Qingyue remained calm, unfazed. She remained seated in the car, her gaze stern as she calmly analyzed the situation. She wasn't in a rush to attack, but rather quietly observed, waiting for the enemy to reveal a flaw.

"Wanqing, no matter what happens later, don't get off the car." She turned to Ouyang Wanqing, her eyes gentle but with a hint of unquestionable firmness.

Ouyang Wanqing held Feng Qingyue's hand tightly and whispered, "You have to be careful!"

At the same time, Jun Lingyuan suddenly stood up from the carriage, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. His gaze passed through the battlefield and stared at a vague figure in the distance - it was the leading assassin.

"Found it." Jun Lingyuan's voice was low, full of coldness and decisiveness.

He intertwined his hands, and the air around him seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then a strong airflow suddenly burst out, driving the surrounding air to surge wildly.

This airflow made almost everything around them blurry, and the assassins clearly felt a huge pressure.

Feng Qingyue's heart skipped a beat as she finally realized that the assassins before her weren't simply out to kill them. There must be a deeper agenda behind them.

"Prepare to fight back!" she suddenly shouted, her voice as sharp as a blade.

Under her command, the guards of the convoy quickly adjusted their formation and fought with swords in hand.

Ling Yuxiao and Jun Lingyuan rushed towards the assassin together, the sword light and the knife light intertwined in the air, and the fierce collision sound was deafening.

However, at this moment, an even stronger pressure came - from the distant valley, a low horn sound suddenly came, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Feng Qingyue's heart suddenly tightened. She realized that this was not just a sudden assassination, but a carefully planned ambush.

"Retreat!" Feng Qingyue ordered calmly and decisively, waving her hand and pointing to the mountain road on the side. "We can't fight them head-on. Retreat into the valley!"

The convoy immediately adjusted its formation and quickly retreated into the valley.

Feng Qingyue and Jun Lingyuan quickly took the lead, followed closely by Ling Yuxiao, while the guards closely protected the rear of the convoy.

Ouyang Wanqing was closely protected by Feng Qingyue. Although she was extremely anxious, she knew that the only way to deal with the situation at this moment was to remain calm.

However, the assassins clearly did not intend to let go easily, and they quickly dispersed, trying to surround the convoy from all directions.

Feng Qingyue's gaze grew calmer, her mind working at lightning speed. She knew the enemy's target wasn't just them, but the entire convoy.

"Their formation is not tight." Jun Lingyuan's voice came again, low and sharp, "As long as we concentrate our firepower, we can break through their defenses."

Feng Qingyue nodded slightly, a hint of a sneer on her lips: "That's right. However, there must be a mastermind behind the enemy. We can't just deal with these assassins."

She waved her hand sharply, signaling to the guards ahead, "Lead them deeper into the valley to avoid a head-on confrontation. We need to seize the initiative."

Ling Yuxiao received the order and quickly led several elite guards to cross the mountain road on one side at a high speed, trying to lead the enemy into a narrow canyon.

Feng Qingyue and Jun Lingyuan led the convoy to speed up and rush straight into the enemy's encirclement.

The battle became more intense, the sounds of swords clashing with hidden weapons rose and fell, and the air around them grew heavier.

However, just as the assassins were about to launch the final attack, Feng Qingyue suddenly stopped and whispered, "Retreat!"

Before he finished speaking, Jun Lingyuan suddenly leaped up, and the sword swept across like lightning, instantly cutting off the assassin's retreat.

Immediately, Feng Qingyue gave the order, and the convoy launched a precise counterattack. The assassins' formation was immediately disrupted, followed by a fierce counterattack. Their line collapsed instantly, and they began to retreat.

"Keep going, take the convoy with you." Feng Qingyue said calmly, her eyes gleaming with determination and depth. "This game has only just begun."