Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Jun Lingyuan looked at Feng Qingyue's half-smile and felt a slight sinking in his heart.

The air was filled with silence, as if filled with some unspeakable tension.

He cleared his throat, breaking the delicate silence: "I still have some things to deal with today, so I'll finish my work first."

Feng Qingyue nodded slightly, obviously understanding that he was busy.

She knew he couldn't be distracted at the moment, and she didn't want to interrupt his work.

She stood up, walked around the desk and went to the window.

The courtyard outside was green and lush under the sunlight, and the scenery was peaceful and beautiful, but she felt a little depressed in her heart.

Since leaving Beiyan Country, everything seems to have become more and more complicated.

She looked at the swaying shadows of the trees in the courtyard, her eyes unconsciously lingering on the lush green scenery, her heart a little confused.

Jun Lingyuan noticed a slight difference from the changes behind her, and his eyes involuntarily swept over her thoughtful back.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, the shadows of the bamboo forest swayed gently, and a gentle breath filled the air, which seemed to take away some of the depressing atmosphere.

He said softly, "Why don't you go out for a walk and see the similarities between my Xuanyuan Pavilion and your Tianqiong Pavilion, and relax."

Feng Qingyue turned her head and smiled at him, her expression still gentle, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes: "Okay, that's exactly what I was thinking."

Jun Lingyuan nodded, his tone still showing some concern: "I still have some things to sort out now, how about I send someone to accompany you?"

Feng Qingyue shook her head lightly, a smile forming on her lips: "No need, I'll go around by myself. We're all family here, there's nothing to be afraid of, and it's more convenient to go alone."

Seeing how persistent she was, Jun Lingyuan didn't say anything more, but just watched her walk towards the stairs silently.

Her steps were light and her whole body exuded a calm temperament, as if she had already blended into the quiet atmosphere of the mansion.

She didn't look back, but gently pushed open the door of the study and disappeared in front of it.

Jun Lingyuan paused for a moment, still feeling mixed emotions, but he forced himself to focus on the mountain of documents.

The chaos in his mind made it difficult for him to concentrate completely, but he still tried to start dealing with those matters.

Feng Qingyue walked out of the study, and her light footsteps echoed in the corridor.

After she walked out of the corridor, she saw many people in the hall busy with their own things, and the atmosphere was full of order.

She walked along the hall, her eyes involuntarily falling on a man who was sorting things not far away.

The man had his head down, talking to someone else, concentrating intently, seemingly completely immersed in their work.

Feng Qingyue stopped and looked at him quietly, with a complicated emotion in her heart.

The feeling wasn't fear, but a long-lost warmth and peace of mind. She felt like he was very familiar.

The man seemed completely unaware of her presence and was still busy with his head down, until Feng Qingyue approached gently and the sound of her footsteps broke the silence around them.

The man turned his head sharply, and when their eyes met, a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the woman in front of him, and for a moment he had no idea who she was.

The man smiled, his eyes gentle, and asked, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

The man's voice was calm and polite, but there was a hint of wariness and caution in his eyes.

He stopped what he was doing and fixed his eyes on Feng Qingyue.

Feng Qingyue smiled softly, a hint of tenderness and nostalgia in her eyes. Her voice was gentle, as if she was reminiscing about the past: "Qian Er, long time no see."

Qian Er looked at the others and waved his hand, "Why don't you go down first?"

He looked at Feng Qingyue and was slightly stunned, his brows unconsciously frowned.

Looking at Feng Qingyue's familiar yet unfamiliar face, he carefully studied her, trying to find a trace of memory from her temperament, but still had no clue. "Miss... do you know me?"

There was obvious confusion in his voice, and it was obvious that he had no impression of the woman in front of him.

Feng Qingyue did not rush to answer, but just smiled gently, with a deep light flashing in her eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, as if recalling something from the distant past, and her tone was filled with a hint of nostalgia: "I know him, I've known him for a long time."

Qian Er was stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although he tried hard to recall, he still couldn't find her figure in his full memory.

The woman in front of him was gentle and unassuming, with a calm demeanor, yet also carried an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He still couldn't make out who she was in his mind.

His brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in his voice: "Miss, it seems that I have never seen you before."

Feng Qingyue looked at his slightly confused expression, smiled gently, with a thoughtful glint in her eyes.

She lowered her head slightly, as if recalling something, but soon raised it again, her eyes gentle but deep: "It doesn't matter, we will know each other in the future."

Her tone was gentle, as if she was talking to an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

Qian Er looked at her calm and composed appearance, and the confusion in his heart was still not completely resolved, but he did not continue to ask.

He took a deep breath, his tone apologetic: "In that case, if you need anything, just tell me."

Feng Qingyue nodded slightly, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. However, she did not answer his question, but instead asked, "How have you all been these years?"

Qian Er paused for a moment and responded, "Very good, thank you for your concern, young lady."

He lowered his head slightly and looked at her again. "Although I don't know who you are, since you can enter the pavilion, you must have been brought in by the master or Master Feng. If you need anything, you can tell me at any time."

Feng Qingyue smiled faintly and shook her head: "No need, thank you, Qian Er." There was a deep meaning in her tone that was unknown to outsiders.

Qian Er didn't insist any more and nodded gently: "Then I won't bother you anymore, young lady. If you need anything, just call me."

Feng Qingyue waved her hand gently, signaling him to continue with his work.

Qian Er stood up straight, watching Feng Qingyue's back gradually disappear at the end, his heart full of doubts.

There was a hint of familiarity in her eyes and words that made him feel uneasy, but he could not find the source of that emotion.

He looked at her departing back, feeling a strange attraction in his heart, which he could not grasp.