Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Feng Qingyue was a little confused. The words the old man said before he fell into coma, "I finally waited for you," made her feel very confused.

She tried hard to recall her past with the old man, but apart from the fact that she had met Bei Ming once, there was no clue that could explain it all.

Did the old man really know her?

"Forget it, I'll ask him after he wakes up." Feng Qingyue thought to herself and decided not to go into it further.

At this moment, Lan Ying's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Miss, the person is awake."

Feng Qingyue's eyes lit up slightly, then she stood up and walked into the room with a hint of anxiety.

Inside the room, the old man's body was still weak, but he was conscious and opening his cloudy eyes.

Feng Qingyue, Su Jin, Jun Lingyuan and others were present. They were looking at the old man who had just woken up, with curiosity and confusion in their eyes.

The old man glanced at them and suddenly pointed a trembling finger at Feng Qingyue.

"You stay, everyone else go out."

Jun Lingyuan's eyes flashed with anger, and he frowned. He stood up suddenly and cast a dissatisfied look at the old man.

"What's his attitude? How dare he ask me to leave?" His tone was filled with anger, and he obviously didn't intend to back down easily.

Feng Qingyue saw Jun Lingyuan's reaction and felt helpless. She walked towards him gently, put her hand on his shoulder, and said softly:

"Ling Yuan, go out first. I'll see what's wrong with him." There was a hint of comfort in her tone, trying to calm Jun Lingyuan's anger.

Jun Lingyuan still frowned, and although he was dissatisfied in his heart, looking at Feng Qingyue's calm expression, he finally whispered helplessly:

"No, what if he hurts you?" His tone was full of worry, and the protective desire that could not be ignored made Feng Qingyue's heart tremble slightly.

The old man's voice sounded again, but this time with a hint of mischief, "Don't worry, young man, I won't hurt her." There was a hint of kindness in his tone, and he looked at Feng Qingyue softly, as if he was looking at a relative he hadn't seen for a long time.

Jun Lingyuan still didn't believe it. He glanced at the old man coldly, then turned back to look at Feng Qingyue, his tone still firm:

"Who would believe what you say?" He gritted his teeth, obviously not intending to give in easily.

Feng Qingyue knew Jun Lingyuan's persistence, and she felt a little soft-hearted. She sighed softly and looked at him gently:

"Okay, Ling Yuan, do you think he can hurt me the way he is now?" She said with a smile, her tone was a little relaxed, but there was a deep helplessness in her eyes.

She also knew what Jun Lingyuan was thinking, but at this moment, it didn't seem like much of a threat.

Jun Lingyuan was silent for a while, still reluctant, but finally walked to the door helplessly and watched Feng Qingyue walk into the room.

"Be careful." He whispered, his eyes full of reluctance and worry.

Not long after, Feng Qingyue walked out of the room, her face still calm, but with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Seeing this, Su Jin hurried over, a trace of concern flashing in his eyes:

"Qingyue, are you okay?"

Feng Qingyue smiled slightly and pretended to be calm, but her mind was obviously not on the current conversation.

"Nothing." She answered briefly, her tone a little absent-minded.

Jun Lingyuan saw that Feng Qingyue looked uneasy, and his heart tightened. His tone was a little anxious:

"Qingyue, what did he say to you? You look a little strange, did something happen?" As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily wanted to turn around and walk back to the room. Obviously, he was ready to face the old man who displeased him again.

Feng Qingyue quickly reached out to hold Jun Lingyuan, and said softly:

"Ling Yuan, I'm fine, don't worry. I want to take a walk and get some fresh air. Can you stay with me for a while?" Her voice was soft, with a little coquettish tone, and she obviously hoped to distract him from the anxiety in his heart.

Jun Lingyuan stared at Feng Qingyue, his brows still slightly furrowed, as if hesitating about something.

Finally, he sighed helplessly and nodded.

"Well, it's good to take a walk."

The two of them walked out of the yard. Feng Qingyue looked up at the clouds in the sky, her face still a little confused. She suddenly spoke softly:

"Ling Yuan, I'll come in and sit for a while. I hope I don't disturb you." She said with a bit of mischief, trying to ease her inner doubts with this light-hearted joke.

Jun Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and chuckled:

"That's what I said, I wouldn't dare do anything to you." There was a hint of teasing and relaxation in his tone, as if he wanted to ease her tension.

The two of them walked into Jun Lingyuan's yard with a smile, chatting as they walked. Feng Qingyue suddenly said coquettishly:

"Ling Yuan, I want to drink." Her voice was soft, with a hint of innocent request, as if the wine this time could help her forget the doubts in her heart.

When Jun Lingyuan heard her words, his heart tightened and he immediately remembered her behavior after drinking several times before. Nothing good happened every time she drank.

He frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his tone:

"Qingyue, alcohol is not a good thing. Why do you suddenly want to drink today? Tell me, what did the old man say to you, and what's wrong with you?" His eyes were fixed on Feng Qingyue, obviously a little anxious, worried that something was wrong with her.

Seeing how worried he was, Feng Qingyue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, nodded gently, and had a complicated look in her eyes:

"Sure! But go get some wine first." There was a hint of relief in her tone, but the uneasiness was still faintly visible.

Jun Lingyuan sighed helplessly. Although he was unwilling in his heart, he turned and walked into the inner room and ordered the servants to prepare wine and food.

Although he had many questions in his mind, Feng Qingyue in front of him obviously needed him.

Not long after, Jun Lingyuan returned to the yard with a bottle of fine wine and two exquisite wine glasses in his hands.

He stood beside Feng Qingyue, looking at her eyes which still showed a hint of confusion, and the doubts in his heart grew deeper.

"Qingyue, are you sure you're okay?" Jun Lingyuan asked softly while pouring wine, with a hint of hesitation and concern in his tone.

The wine flowed into the glass, making a slight sound, as if telling of his inner uneasiness.

Feng Qingyue took the wine glass, smiled gently, raised the glass and said to Jun Lingyuan: "Don't worry, Lingyuan, I'm fine."

Her smile didn't seem to completely conceal her inner turmoil, and the slight absence in her eyes made her look a little unreal.

Jun Lingyuan looked at her with deep worry in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more. In the end, he raised his glass and clinked it with hers.

The crisp sound of the wine colliding echoed in the air, as if it was the collision of two hearts.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

Feng Qingyue said lightly, lowered her head and took a sip of the wine. The wine flowed in her mouth with a slight sweetness, but it did not take away the confusion and doubts in her heart.

Jun Lingyuan did not respond immediately. He stared at Feng Qingyue, and suddenly an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

Although she said that she was fine, he knew that she was not as relaxed as usual.

That complicated look, that uneasiness and confusion, seemed to imply something.

He was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Qingyue, what exactly did the old man tell you? What are you worried about?"

Feng Qingyue gently put down the wine glass, her eyes a little blurred, looking into the distance.