Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Beiming, a distant dynasty.

Jun Lingye sat in the study, the lights were dim, and the entire imperial study was so quiet that it seemed as if time had stood still.

His fingers tightly grasped the letter handed to him by the spy. The letter paper was slightly yellowed, and the ink was vigorous and powerful, as if an invisible force was seeping out of it.

The brief handwriting on the letter was like a sharp sword, piercing the deepest fear and anxiety in his heart: "My brother has found the person he was looking for."

Jun Lingye's eyes gradually became deep. He stared at the letter, as if he wanted to read more unspoken words from it.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he murmured softly: "Is there really such a person?"

This whisper was almost instinctive, but it was filled with unconcealable doubt and fear.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

Everything seemed to be getting out of control.

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At the same time, on Xingli's main street, Feng Qingyue was walking on the crowded street.

She was dressed in plain clothes, low-key and dignified, with a simple mask on her face that almost concealed her true appearance.

The noise and bustle around her seemed to have nothing to do with her. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, sweeping over every person who passed by, alert and calm.

She was walking towards a restaurant, a place where merchants and officials gathered and an important base for the flow of information.

Feng Qingyue knew that there must be an unknown conspiracy behind the recent frequent assassinations.

She must personally delve into it in order to sort out the clues behind it and ensure the safety of the court.

She stepped into the restaurant, and the aroma of wine and the hustle and bustle at the door hit her in the face. The noisy atmosphere formed a sharp contrast with her calmness.

She frowned slightly, then took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and walked into the building with steady steps.

The guests in the restaurant were still chatting and laughing. Feng Qingyue's eyes were like lightning, quickly scanning the surroundings and observing every detail.

Soon, she found a seat in the corner, sat down quietly, ordered a pot of tea, and quietly observed everything around her.

However, just when she thought everything was as peaceful as usual, the scene before her made her almost unable to believe her eyes.

Her eyes involuntarily lingered on a table in the corner—a familiar figure was drinking.

The man was wearing a dark robe and had a stern face, with an aura that could not be ignored.

Feng Qingyue's heart suddenly tightened, nearly jumping out of her chest. That person was... Su Jin?

She couldn't believe her eyes. Did she really remember everything that happened between her and Su Jin?

Doubt and astonishment were intertwined in my heart.

Feng Qingyue stood up subconsciously, her steps light and quick, and she approached the table almost unconsciously.

She murmured softly, "Am I seeing things?"

As she got closer, she finally confirmed her guess.

The person in front of him was Su Jin, that familiar face still with a hint of coldness in his temperament.

Feng Qingyue suppressed all her emotions, cleared her throat gently, and whispered, "Su Jin?"

Su Jin raised his head slightly, frowned, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Her eyes were cold, as if she had no feelings of intimacy towards the strange woman in front of her.

She whispered, "Girl...who is she?"

Feng Qingyue's heart sank slightly, but she still maintained a gentle smile and sat down across from Su Jin calmly: "I am Feng Qingyue, the Feng Qingyue who saved you in Beiming."

Su Jin was stunned for a moment, as if trying to recall something. Her eyes didn't immediately show familiarity, but instead were filled with confusion. She whispered, "Miss, have you changed your appearance?"

Feng Qingyue shook her head lightly, feeling somewhat helpless: "No."

At that moment, her tone was filled with a gentle sense of powerlessness. She lowered her head and sighed softly, "This matter...it's hard to explain all at once. But you, why are you here?"

Su Jin calmly put down the wine glass, his eyes gradually becoming determined: "I want to go to Lan Country."

"Lan Country?" Feng Qingyue's heart suddenly moved, and her eyes were as sharp as knives. "What are you going there for?"

"Go home and take revenge." Su Jin's tone was unwavering, as if he had already made the decision. His tone was calm, but revealed an unshakable determination.

Feng Qingyue was silent for a moment, her eyes gradually becoming deeper. She asked softly, "You... you remember?"

Su Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, and the emotional fluctuations at that moment made Feng Qingyue's heart tighten. Su Jin sighed softly, as if trying to trace back his shattered memories: "Yes."

Feng Qingyue's heartbeat quickened, and an anxious light flashed in her eyes: "Then how did you lose your memory?"

Su Jin's eyes wandered, and the pain of memories flooded her heart: "I was chased and fell off a cliff. I don't remember anything after that."

Feng Qingyue's expression became complicated, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart. She asked in a low and concerned voice, "Are you okay..."

After a while, Feng Qingyue asked again: "What's your name?"

Su Jin was stunned for a moment, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Chen Jin'er."

Feng Qingyue's heart skipped a beat. Shocked, she almost lost control of herself. She asked anxiously, "What did you say?"

Su Jin was stunned, with confusion in her eyes: "Chen Jin'er?"

Feng Qingyue stood up and eagerly grasped Su Jin's shoulders, her voice trembling: "You are Chen Jin'er! Your brother is Chen Jinyu!"

Su Jin's eyes flashed with surprise, but more of confusion: "You know my brother?"

Feng Qingyue could hardly suppress her excitement. Tears flashed in her eyes and she hugged Su Jin excitedly.

Her voice was low and trembling: "Jin'er! It's you, it's really you!" She almost let out her joy in tears.

"You, you...what's wrong with you?" **Su Jin was stunned by the sudden hug. He pushed Feng Qingyue away in panic, looking a little at a loss.

Feng Qingyue let go of her and slowly took off the mask on her face, revealing that familiar face.

Her eyes were filled with affection and nostalgia, and she said softly, "Jin'er, it's me, An Qingyue."

Su Jin was stunned, shock and disbelief quickly appearing in her eyes: "Goddess...you are the goddess?"

Feng Qingyue nodded gently, her eyes flashing with tenderness and endless longing: "Well, Jin'er, it's great that you are not dead."

The two looked at each other for a long time, as if the whole world had stopped moving at this moment.

"My queen, how did you become a goddess?" Su Jin asked with confusion.

Feng Qingyue took a sip of tea, lowered her eyes slightly, and said slowly: "So many things have happened along the way."

Su Jin sighed, his eyes filled with disbelief: "It's amazing! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it."

Feng Qingyue said softly, "Since we've met, Jin'er, are you willing to stay with me?"

Su Jin's eyes became firm in an instant. She was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something, and finally replied in a low voice: "Goddess, I do."

At this moment, it was as if a huge rock fell from Feng Qingyue's heart, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were finally released.

Her eyes softened, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, with a hint of relief in her smile. She nodded gently and whispered, "Okay, let's go together."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding in their hearts.

The streets outside the restaurant were still bustling, and people's laughter and joy seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Feng Qingyue held Su Jin's hand and walked out of the restaurant with firm steps. The sunlight shone on the two of them through the dense shadows of the trees.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down, the world became clear, and my heart was filled with long-lost warmth and hope.

Behind them, the restaurant was still filled with voices and the aroma of wine, but nothing mattered anymore.

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