Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Three days seems like a short time, but three days have not yet arrived.

Feng Qingyue and Jun Lingyuan each received news from their own secret guards.

The Emperor of Xingli Kingdom is preparing to welcome the Holy Maiden of the Black Blood Cult into the palace.

Feng Qingyue's fingers gently stroked the letter in her hand, her eyes sank slightly, and she felt a little confused.

She carefully looked at the densely packed words on the letter, pondering its meaning over and over again.

"The Black Blood Cult Saint is preparing to enter the palace?" Feng Qingyue muttered to herself, her brows raised slightly, "Could it be that she is going to..."

Her eyes fell on the words on the page: "Is her understanding correct? The Black Blood Cult Saint entered the palace and became Princess Huaxing's stepmother?"

A complex emotion flashed through Feng Qingyue's eyes. What was this deputy leader doing? Why was he allowing the Saint to enter the palace? What did he want to do? What did he need from the Xingli Imperial Palace?

It is said that although Emperor Jiang Tianhao of Xingli Kingdom has three thousand beauties, he only has one child, Princess Huaxing, and the other concubines have long lost favor or left the palace.

Princess Huaxing's mother, Jiang Tianhao's queen, has been dead for many years.

Since the queen passed away, the emperor has given Jiang Yuehua all his love.

As a result, Jiang Huaxing became a rude and useless princess.

At this time, in the palace, Princess Huaxing was kneeling in front of the emperor, her face covered with tears.

Her eyes were red and swollen, with anger and sadness mixed in them, and she seemed unable to suppress her inner emotions.

"Father, why? You promised Mother not to welcome new people into the palace! Didn't you say that Mother would always be the most special? But why did you let her into the palace? Why did you let her take Mother's place?"

Jiang Tianhao's expression changed slightly. He reached out and gently patted Princess Huaxing's shoulder. His low voice carried a hint of subtle fatigue:

"Xing'er, don't be silly. This matter is not as simple as you think. The Saint entered the palace not for the reason you thought. She didn't come to replace anyone."

"But Father, by doing this, aren't you abandoning your promise to Mother? Do you no longer love Xing'er?"

Princess Huaxing's tone was filled with sadness. She couldn't understand why her father would do such a thing.

Her tears flowed like a fountain and her emotions were obviously out of control.

Jiang Tianhao frowned and remained silent for a moment. Finally, he could only whisper, "Xing'er, I'll talk to you about this in person. Go back and calm down first."

He looked at his beloved daughter and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, as if he thought of her mother's appearance - after her death, he had never really made a choice for his own heart.

Even if more women entered the palace, none of them could comfort the emptiness in his heart.

Princess Hua Xing refused to let go easily. She asked in a trembling voice:

"Father, will I still have friends like this? How can I face the Saint? It took so much effort for the Saint to finally get close to Xing'er and play with her, but you want to take her into the palace. Isn't that forcing her to stay away from me?"

Jiang Tianhao felt a complicated emotion in his heart, but he still had no way to respond.

I murmured in my heart, my silly star, the saint's purpose in approaching you is not just friendship, but to take advantage of you.

But he didn't say it because he didn't want his daughter to suffer more harm.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to signal the princess's maid: "Come, take the princess back."

The maid stepped forward, gently lifted Princess Huaxing up, and led her away from the emperor.

Her tears continued to flow. No matter how carefully the maidservants tried to comfort her, Princess Huaxing was still powerless to resist and silently let herself be taken away.

The palace became quiet again. Jiang Tianhao looked at the empty hall, his brows full of fatigue.

After a long while, he sighed softly, "Empress... I am going to break my promise, but if I don't welcome the Saint, how can I protect my kingdom? Xing'er, what will become of her in the future?"

Jiang Tianhao clenched the jade pendant in his hand, and his eyes became deep.

The appearance of the saint is not just a marriage arrangement, but also the key to the stability of his kingdom.

He gazed toward the distant, deep palace walls, a flicker of helplessness and determination in his eyes. "What will happen to Xing'er if I'm gone one day? I must make arrangements for her, give her a solid foundation. But, Saint... is she truly an ally I can trust?"

As night fell, Feng Qingyue sat quietly at the desk, flipping through an ancient book with a focused gaze.

Suddenly, Jun Lingyuan's familiar voice came from outside the door: "Qingyue, are you there?"

Feng Qingyue raised her head slightly, without a trace of fluctuation in her eyes, and said calmly: "Come in."

Jun Lingyuan pushed the door open and walked in. His steps were as leisurely as usual, but his eyes revealed a hint of urgency. "Did you know that the fake Saint was going to enter the palace?"

Feng Qingyue nodded, still maintaining a calm expression, "Yeah, I just saw it."

She didn't speak in a hurry, as if she was thinking about something.

Seeing that she didn't respond immediately, Jun Lingyuan couldn't help but frown and asked, "What do you think about this?"

Feng Qingyue put down the scroll in her hand, raised her eyes gently, frowned slightly, and said in a calm voice: "You have been in Xingli Kingdom for so long and have some friendship with the emperor. What kind of person is Jiang Tianhao?"

Jun Lingyuan hesitated for a moment, thinking for a moment, and then slowly said: "He can be considered a good emperor."

Feng Qingyue's lips curled up slightly when she heard this. "Since you've already evaluated him like this, he must be good."

Jun Lingyuan looked at her with a slightly complicated expression on his face, "Does this have anything to do with your plan?"

Feng Qingyue didn't rush to answer. Instead, she looked at him calmly, as if scrutinizing his every word. "Of course it does matter! If he's truly a good emperor, then I'll naturally have to meet him."

A hint of smile appeared in Jun Lingyuan's eyes, and he seemed to sigh with emotion: "I knew that Qingyue, you would never stand idly by."

Feng Qingyue's eyes were sharp, with a hint of sarcasm, "What do you mean, have you thought about it a long time ago?"

Jun Lingyuan smiled, his expression relaxed, yet with a hint of subtle meaning, "We are so connected, how could we not know each other's thoughts?"

Feng Qingyue glanced at him coldly, her brows raised slightly, "Stop laughing. Since you've anticipated this, you must have already made a plan for how to proceed, right?"

Jun Lingyuan shook his head slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Not really, I would like to hear your thoughts."

Feng Qingyue glanced at him, her expression unchanged, and said calmly, "Go into the palace and see Jiang Tianhao."

Jun Lingyuan was slightly stunned, then smiled provocatively, "But he may not necessarily meet you."

Feng Qingyue's tone remained calm and firm, "Then you will take me in."

Jun Lingyuan stopped smiling, and a hint of interest unconsciously flashed in his eyes, "It seems that I am still useful."

Feng Qingyue frowned impatiently, her tone unchanged, "Stop talking nonsense and find a solution quickly."

Seeing her being so straightforward, Jun Lingyuan smiled slightly, and his expression became serious, "Okay, I'll arrange it."

Feng Qingyue nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes, "As soon as possible."