Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "I don't want to talk about this. Let's go. I'll take you somewhere."

Feng Qingyue's heart tightened slightly, and she felt the subtle heaviness in his words.

She looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion: "Where?"

Zizhu Yingchen did not give a direct answer, but just took a step forward.

"You'll know when you get there." His deep voice carried an unquestionable determination.

Feng Qingyue looked at him deeply and followed him.

My steps involuntarily quickened, as if I wanted to keep up with his eager pace.

Looking at Zizhu Yingchen's back, she felt a little sad.

He carries so much past on his shoulders, and only he knows the self-blame and pain in his heart.

Not long after, the three of them came to an old ancestral hall. The stone steps at the entrance were covered with dust, and the traces of time had left deep marks here.

The ancestral hall was silent, and the air was filled with a strong scent of incense.

The wooden plaques inside are neatly arranged on the altar, and each plaque is engraved with a name. Those names seem to be telling one story after another about the Zizhu family, inheritance and death.

Zizhu Yingchen stared at the wooden signs.

He stood there for a long time, as if lost in some memories, his eyes were deep, and a trace of pain flashed unconsciously in his eyes.

His voice was low and hoarse: “Father, Mother, I brought my sister’s daughter to see you.

Are you guys doing well over there? Are you blaming me for not avenging you and not bringing you home…"

Feng Qingyue stood aside, feeling a pang of pain in her heart.

This is the ancestral hall built by his uncle for the Zizhu family. It is dedicated to her deceased grandparents and everyone in the Zizhu family.

Feng Qingyue picked up the incense and lit it.

Kneeling on the ground, looking at the wooden sign in front.

"Grandpa and grandma, don't worry, I will take good care of my uncle, seek justice for the Zizhu family, and bring you home."

Feng Qingyue's words were firm, yet with a hint of softness.

She knew that every word she said contained promises and responsibilities, and also carried deep apologies to the elders of the Zizhu family.

Zizhu Yingchen lowered his head and his eyes fell gently on Feng Qingyue, as if he was a little surprised by her promise.

He didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly, with an indescribable emotion surging in his eyes.

When the three of them came out of the ancestral hall, the air seemed to become even quieter.

Qingfeng suddenly appeared in front of them, his expression still cold and solemn: "Young Master, they are here."

Zizhu Yingchen nodded and said softly, "Qingyue, your friends are here."

"So fast?" Feng Qingyue felt a little surprised, but a warm ripple appeared in her heart.

Several people walked towards the yard with light steps.

When I walked into the yard, Chen Jinyu and Yang Yi were standing aside talking in low voices.

Seeing Feng Qingyue and Zizhu Yingchen approaching, Chen Jinyu immediately stood up. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes revealed a hint of complicated emotions.

He greeted her, his voice a little stiff: "Ayue."

Feng Qingyue smiled slightly and responded, "Brother Jinyu, I've been waiting for a long time."

Chen Jinyu nodded politely, with a barely perceptible hesitation in his eyes.

He looked around and called out to Jun Lingyuan beside him with some reluctance, "Master Jun."

He turned to look at the man next to the two men, "This should be the owner of Mingying Mountain, the young master they are talking about, right?"

"Brother Jinyu, yes, this is the young master of Mingying Mountain, Zizhu Yingchen."

Chen Jinyu was stunned when he heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "What did you say his name was?"

Feng Qingyue was puzzled and said, "Purple Bamboo Reflects the Palace."

"There's only one family in Lan Country named Zizhu, the century-old Zizhu family." Chen Jinyu asked in disbelief.

"Oh! It seems that the reputation of my Zizhu family has not yet declined!" Zizhu Yingchen suddenly chuckled, with a bit of self-mockery and helplessness in his tone.

"We've been gone for 20 or 30 years, and yet there are still people who remember us."

Chen Jinyu frowned slightly, obviously still having doubts about all this.

He asked softly, "Are you really a descendant of the Zizhu family?"

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes slightly raised, his face still maintaining that calm and composed expression: "Why, doesn't it look like it?"

Chen Jinyu was a little confused and couldn't help asking again: "But didn't the Zizhu family disappear from Lan Country thirty years ago?"

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, a cold look flashing in his eyes: "Disappear? Haha, who told you that?"

Chen Jinyu seemed a little embarrassed and quickly said, "I heard about it too. Young Master Zizhu, there's no need to be nervous."

Seeing this, Feng Qingyue stepped forward gently and said, "Brother Jinyu, what else do you know about the Zizhu family?"

Chen Jinyu was silent for a moment, his eyes wandering between Feng Qingyue and Zizhu Yingchen, and finally turned his gaze to Jun Lingyuan.

He seemed to be waiting for some confirmation signal.

He saw Jun Lingyuan nodded at him.

Chen Jinyu finally spoke slowly, "There was a time when the border war was tense, and I heard the king mutter to himself that it would be great if the Zizhu family still existed."

He paused, frowning slightly, as if recalling something: "The king said that the Zizhu family had protected the Lan Kingdom for a hundred years, but suddenly disappeared thirty years ago, and no one has seen them since.

The king also said that they might be gods from heaven, protecting Lan Kingdom for a hundred years, and after completing their mission, they returned to heaven.

After hearing this, Zizhu Yingchen suddenly laughed, a heart-wrenching laugh, as if he had heard an absurd joke.

His laughter was filled with sarcasm and pain: "Hahahaha, you believe such a vulgar excuse?"

Feng Qingyue hurried forward, patted Zizhu Yingchen's back gently, and whispered, "Uncle, don't get excited."

Zizhu Yingchen suppressed his emotions, took a deep breath, and regained his composure. He said softly, "It seems our Queen Mother has made up a very good story for future generations! I really want to know what expression the King will have when he finds out the truth."

Ah Yue, what's going on? How is it related to the Queen Mother?

There was a hint of complexity in Feng Qingyue's eyes, and she whispered, "Brother Jinyu, this matter is quite complicated, I will explain it to you in detail later.

You should rest first. Once you have rested, write a letter to the Prime Minister to let him know that everything is going well. We will be returning soon."