Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Feng Qingyue took a deep breath, tried her best to calm the complicated emotions in her heart, and slowly walked out of the room.

Not long after, she arrived at the hall, but found that contrary to her expectations, the hall was empty, with only the old man from yesterday still standing on one side.

The old man was slightly stunned when he saw Feng Qingyue enter the room.

Then he knelt down respectfully, with a pious expression and a low voice:

"I am Gao Yunfeng, here to see the Saint." His attitude was extremely respectful, as if he was full of awe for Feng Qingyue's identity.

Feng Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and a hint of doubt arose in her heart.

He then walked forward and saw that the old man was still kneeling on the ground, so he quickly bent down and reached out to support him:

"Get up first and talk properly."

The old man raised his head and looked into Feng Qingyue's clear eyes, as if touched by something, and nodded slightly.

He stood up slowly. "Saint, to be honest, I have been waiting for you for many years." He spoke with a hint of sincerity in his tone.

Feng Qingyue nodded slightly and motioned him to sit down first.

She walked gracefully to a chair beside her and sat down, but her eyes were always focused on the old man's every move.

Gao Yunfeng stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving Feng Qingyue, with a hint of eagerness and anticipation in them.

Feng Qingyue raised her eyes and looked at him, then said softly, "I haven't made a decision yet on this matter. I hope you can give me some more time."

When the old man heard this, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

He spoke slowly, "Saint, I understand that all this is indeed sudden and unbelievable to you. But I guarantee with my life that every word I say is true. If you follow me back to the church, perhaps you will be able to recall your past memories."

When he said this, his eyes were full of confidence and expectation, as if he was already prepared to welcome Feng Qingyue.

Feng Qingyue did not respond immediately after hearing this. Instead, she frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, she asked, "How is your injury?"

Gao Yunfeng quickly clasped his fists and bowed, "Thank you for your concern, Saint. I am fine now and my injuries have healed."

Feng Qingyue nodded gently and continued to ask, "Now that your injuries have healed, what are your plans next?"

Gao Yunfeng's eyes quickly swept across Feng Qingyue's beautiful face, and then he quickly lowered his head.

He replied respectfully, "Saint, I intend to return and await your instructions. However, I hope you can return before you fall victim to the hands of the Deputy Leader."

Feng Qingyue fell silent after hearing this.

She still hadn't made up her mind about what to do, and a thoughtful look appeared on her face.

The hall was suddenly silent, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was suffocating.

At this moment, Feng Qingyue suddenly raised her head and stared at Gao Yunfeng with a determined gaze. "Give me three days." She opened her red lips slightly, her tone revealing determination.

Gao Yunfeng heard this and a look of gratitude appeared on his face. He whispered, "Okay, Saint. I will come here to greet you in three days."

After saying this, he bowed again and said, "I'm leaving." Before he finished speaking, he turned and left with a firm step.

Feng Qingyue quietly watched the old man's back as he walked away, until he completely disappeared from her sight, then she slowly withdrew her gaze.

However, her expression remained solemn, as if she was pondering some important decision.

At this time, Jun Lingyuan stood in front of Feng Qingyue, gently waving his palm, trying to attract her attention: "Qingyue, Qingyue..." His voice was gentle and low, with a hint of eagerness.

Feng Qingyue came back to her senses and was stunned. Her eyes fell on Jun Lingyuan and she asked in surprise, "Ah! Lingyuan, why are you here?"

Jun Lingyuan frowned and asked with concern: "What are you thinking about? I called you several times, why didn't you respond?"

Feng Qingyue shook her head lightly and smiled faintly: "Nothing, I just got a little distracted."

However, her eyes drifted away unconsciously, and she was obviously still thinking about what had just happened.

Jun Lingyuan seemed to notice her absent-mindedness and suddenly said, "By the way, I heard from the servants that the old man was looking for you yesterday. Where is he?" As he spoke, he looked around, as if looking for that man.

Feng Qingyue was slightly startled, and replied absentmindedly, "Oh, he's gone."

After hearing this, Jun Lingyuan frowned in confusion: "Gone? Leaving so soon?"

Feng Qingyue nodded and replied briefly, "Yeah."

Jun Lingyuan glanced at her thoughtfully, then asked, "Then why did he come to you? Did he want you to return to the Black Blood Cult?"

Feng Qingyue suddenly raised her head, staring straight at Jun Lingyuan, and asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Jun Lingyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile: "That's not difficult to guess. Seeing that you look uneasy now, isn't the answer obvious?"

He continued, "Since he has found the Saint, he must want to take you back and let you take charge of the situation."

Feng Qingyue was silent for a moment, and finally uttered two words softly: "Okay."

Jun Lingyuan was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "So, you agreed to go back with him?"

Feng Qingyue slowly raised her head, and when her eyes met Jun Lingyuan's, she asked, "If I really go back with him, what will you do?"

Jun Lingyuan smiled without hesitation, his tone gentle: "Of course I will go with you." He said it easily, as if he had already made the decision.

Feng Qingyue was stunned by his answer, and a look of disbelief appeared in her eyes.

He said in astonishment, "Ah! But... if you leave, what will happen to Xuanyuan Pavilion? Aren't you planning to return to Beiming?"

Jun Lingyuan's smile did not fade. He gently moved closer to her and whispered, "Qingyue, I am yours now. Wherever you go, I will follow you."

Feng Qingyue's face turned red instantly and her heart beat faster.

She couldn't help but think of the scene when she woke up in the morning. She hurriedly reached out and pushed Jun Lingyuan away, saying angrily, "Just talk if you want to. Why are you standing so close to me?"

Jun Lingyuan looked at her shy appearance, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Qingyue, are you shy?"

Feng Qingyue quickly turned her head away and responded stubbornly, "Shy? I'm not shy, I'm just hot!"

Jun Lingyuan chuckled: "Okay, it seems that our Qingyue is hot, not shy."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward with a smile, "Let's go have breakfast."

Feng Qingyue looked at his back, her eyes unconsciously falling on his waist, and the strong muscles exposed when his clothes slipped off his chest in the morning emerged in her mind again.

"Oh, Feng Qingyue, what are you thinking about?" she said to herself, then quickened her pace and followed.