Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Princess Huaxing pushed the maid away dissatisfiedly, feeling a little annoyed.

As she walked, she muttered, "Really? Why can't Brother Ling Yuan see me? He must be angry about what happened at the last banquet."

The Saint smiled softly, appearing gentle and refined on the surface, but knowing deep down that she was in no rush to see the Pavilion Master, her gaze was focused on her next plan.

"Princess, the Pavilion Master seems to be away. We might as well go back and come back another day." The saint advised calmly, as if to comfort Princess Huaxing.

Princess Hua Xing was clearly unwilling to give up, still looking towards the gate of Xuanyuan Pavilion with some reluctance: "But I always feel that he must be deliberately avoiding me. If he really wants to avoid me, how can I have the chance to talk to him?"

The saint paused slightly, feeling a little impatient, but she knew that she had to patiently deal with Princess Huaxing's emotions.

So she stood aside with a calm expression, giving Princess Huaxing some space.

She thought to herself, if the princess continued to pester her like this, wouldn't it be difficult for her to end up like this?

At this moment, several footsteps were heard in the attic. Princess Huaxing immediately turned around and called out expectantly, "Brother Ling Yuan, you finally came out!" Her tone was filled with anxiety and expectation, as if Ling Yuan's appearance could relieve the boredom in her heart.

However, when she saw that the person who came out was Feng Qingyue, her face suddenly froze.

Princess Hua Xing was stunned for a moment, then frowned with a hint of displeasure on her face: "It's you?"

Feng Qingyue continued to smile, and raised her hand to indicate that she was not the one the princess was expecting: "Sorry, I am not the princess's brother Ling Yuan."

Her words were gentle, yet revealed a hint of helplessness. She did not explain much, but simply responded to Princess Huaxing's question.

Princess Hua Xing's face darkened instantly, and it was obvious that she was finding it difficult to suppress her anger: "Why are you here?" She couldn't help but ask, with a hint of doubt and displeasure in her tone.

Feng Qingyue chuckled when she heard this question. Her tone remained gentle, yet revealed a sense of indifference: "I am not obligated to report my itinerary to the princess."

She did not stop, but instead gently prepared to walk past them and head outside.

Although her tone was flat, she had clearly expressed her attitude of not wanting to say more.

Princess Hua Xing and the Saintess had not expected Feng Qingyue to be so cold. Seeing Feng Qingyue about to leave, they were both stunned for a moment.

Princess Huaxing frowned tightly, and the dissatisfaction in her heart rose again.

She didn't intend to let Feng Qingyue leave so easily. After all, this woman's appearances several times made her feel suspicious.

The saint stood beside Princess Hua Xing, gazing at Feng Qingyue's back with deep eyes, a feeling of unease rising in her heart.

She remembered meeting Feng Qingyue at the banquet. Although she didn't pay much attention to her at that time, it seemed now that this woman was obviously not simple.

The saint smiled slightly and turned her gaze to Feng Qingyue: "Young lady, we have met at the last banquet. Do you still remember me?" Her tone was gentle, but with a hint of imperceptible inquiry.

Feng Qingyue stopped and turned to look at the Saint, smiling slightly, a faint light flashing in her eyes: "The Saint really has a good memory."

She paused briefly, then continued, "However, Saint Lady, you have come to Xuanyuan Pavilion today. I wonder what you may want to ask?"

The saint was slightly stunned, but she remained calm and smiled gently, "Miss, you misunderstood. It was actually the princess who brought me to familiarize myself with Xingyao City. We were wandering here aimlessly just now, and the princess said she wanted to come in, so she brought me in with her." Her tone was relaxed, as if she was resolving a misunderstanding.

Feng Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly, seemingly unsurprised, and responded gently, "Oh, I see."

She smiled slightly, then added, "In that case, I won't disturb the princess and the saint anymore."

After saying that, she turned around gently and walked towards the door, her steps light and calm, as if she had never had any entanglements.

Her back gradually walked away under the gaze of Princess Huaxing and the Saint, giving people an elusive feeling.

A hint of deep thought flashed in the saint's eyes. She secretly pondered Feng Qingyue's attitude and actions in her heart, and gradually formed some judgments.

She was sure that this seemingly ordinary woman was definitely not simple.

"It seems that this situation is more complicated than I thought."

The Saint sighed softly in her heart and turned her gaze to Princess Huaxing again, "Princess, since the Pavilion Master is not here, let's come back another day."

Princess Hua Xing was silent for a moment, obviously unwilling, but finally nodded helplessly: "Okay, come again another day." There was a hint of unwillingness and disappointment in her tone, but she knew that she might not be able to get what she wanted today.

Princess Huaxing and the Saint turned around and prepared to leave. As they walked out of the gate of Xuanyuan Pavilion, a hint of uneasiness filled the air.

Princess Hua Xing's pace was still hurried, and the anxiety and disappointment in her heart made her emotions even more complicated.

She was unwilling to accept it, and kept repeating her previous thoughts in her mind: What is Brother Ling Yuan avoiding? Why is he always so cold to her?

Seeing that the princess was in a low mood, the saint raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but a hint of calmness flashed in her eyes.

She also pondered in her heart what exactly was Feng Qingyue's role in Xuanyuan Pavilion? Was the relationship between her and Jun Lingyuan really just superficial?

"Princess, you don't have to be too anxious. The Pavilion Master may be too busy."

The saint spoke softly, as if to comfort Princess Huaxing, but the understatement in her tone made people feel a kind of calmness.

In the dark hall of the southern mansion, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

The candlelight on the table flickered, casting mottled light and shadows, illuminating a man sitting in a high-backed chair.

His face was as cold as a sculpture, the hem of his black robe swayed slightly in the wind, and his whole body exuded an invisible pressure.

A woman in a dark grey robe stood in the hall, reporting respectfully with her head bowed.

Although her tone was gentle, it was firm. "Master, I saw that woman today. She appeared in Jun Lingyuan's Xuanyuan Pavilion and seemed very familiar with the place. The people in the pavilion seemed to respect her very much and were very respectful."

The man's gaze was like cold lake water, deep and unfathomable.

He did not rush to answer, but frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The silence in the room was suffocating. The woman did not break the silence rashly, but just waited quietly for his instructions.

After a while, the leader finally spoke, his voice low and clear: "Do you know her name?"

The woman lowered her head slightly, her tone apologetic. "It's not clear yet. I will find out her identity as soon as possible."

The leader did not react immediately, but stood up, his steps light but full of intimidation.

He walked towards the woman, his eyes as sharp as a knife scanning her face.

The woman was subconsciously a little nervous, but still maintained a calm demeanor.

He stood in front of her, with a thoughtful glint in his eyes, and whispered, "Okay, don't let me down."

His voice was cold, like a sharp blade, carrying an invisible deterrent force.

Suddenly, he reached out and touched the woman's cheek. His fingers were cold, and his movements were slow and full of scrutiny.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze and the woman's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, but she remained calm.

"Otherwise... it would be a shame to lose this face." The leader's tone was indifferent, but with a coldness that could not be ignored.

The woman's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained control of her emotions and whispered, "Master, I will definitely not let you down."

The leader didn't look at her again, but nodded coldly, his tone unchanged: "Okay, leave."

The woman retreated respectfully, her head lowered, her steps light and swift. The room fell silent again, with only the flickering candlelight as the only sound.

The leader stood in the hall, his eyes moving away from the woman's back and turning to the darkness outside the window.

He slowly walked to the window, looked into the distance, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.