Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Chen Jinyu stood aside, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes full of questions.

He didn't say anything more, just nodded lightly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Okay."

Zizhu Yingchen turned to look at Qingfeng, his eyes calm: "Go and make arrangements."

"Okay, young master." Qingfeng responded respectfully, then turned around and motioned Chen Jinyu to follow.

"Mr. Chen, please follow me."

"Well, Ayue, I'll go over first."

Chen Jinyu looked at Feng Qingyue, his tone slightly tired, but also seemed somewhat relieved.

Feng Qingyue nodded and said softly, "Yeah,"

Zizhu Yingchen looked at Feng Qingyue, "Qingyue, you two should go and rest first."

Okay, uncle, I’m really tired these days.

Zizhu Yingchen just smiled slightly and watched her leave.

Suddenly, Jun Lingyuan stopped beside Zizhu Yingchen and looked at him, "Senior, I have something to ask you."

Zizhu Yingchen looked at Jun Lingyuan, his eyes slightly darkened, his face still stern: "I will settle your account with you later."

After saying this, he turned and walked forward with a firm step, as if he didn't want to stay any longer.

Jun Lingyuan stood there, a helpless smile on his lips, watching Zizhu Yingchen's departing back.

Feng Qingyue returned to Jun Lingyuan and whispered, "Lingyuan, a lot has happened to my uncle in the past two days. Let him take it easy for now, and we can talk about it later."

Jun Lingyuan smiled bitterly: "Yeah."

He lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

As the night deepened, the town became so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped.

Suddenly, a soft sound came from Feng Qingyue's room. Lan Ying and Qian San entered the room quietly, with anxious looks in their eyes.

"Miss."

Lan Ying and Qian San spoke almost at the same time, their tones tense.

Feng Qingyue raised her eyebrows and looked up at them: "Lan Ying, Qian San, why are you here?"

"How did you find this place?"

Lan Ying's face was filled with anxiety, and her tone was filled with urgency: "Miss, we have an urgent matter to report."

Feng Qingyue frowned slightly: "What happened?"

Feng Qingyue looked at the two of them, signaling them to stop talking for now, and whispered, "Let's go to Jun Lingyuan's room and talk."

"Who is it?" Jun Lingyuan's voice came from the door.

"it's me."

"Qingyue, why are you here?" Jun Lingyuan was a little surprised. He quickly opened the door and saw Qian San and Lan Ying behind Feng Qingyue.

"Why are you here?"

"Your subordinate greets you, sir." Qian San bowed.

Jun Lingyuan looked at them seriously, "What happened?"

"Don't ask anymore, let them go in and talk." Feng Qingyue's voice was low and resolute.

Inside the room, Jun Lingyuan was looking at Lan Ying and Qian San with a serious expression.

Qian San bowed his head slightly, then stood up and said, "Sir, the King of Lan has been poisoned and has not been to court for several days. The Queen Mother is now in charge of the court."

"The day before yesterday, it was announced in the court that the daughter of the national teacher would be named the empress dowager, and a date would be chosen for the wedding." Lan Ying added, his brows furrowed, his expression becoming increasingly heavy.

Feng Qingyue's expression changed instantly, her eyes flickering with doubt: "Has the Queen Mother been threatened by the Imperial Master?"

"Looking at the Queen Mother's expression, she doesn't look like she's being threatened." Qian San said.

"It seems that things are getting serious."

Feng Qingyue's voice was as deep as the night. He paused briefly and continued, "We have to go back as soon as possible."

"And the Imperial Master and the others seem to be looking for something." Lan Ying's eyes dimmed, and it was obvious that things were no longer that simple.

Feng Qingyue took a deep breath and was silent for a while before she said softly, "It's already late today. Let's set off back tomorrow morning."

Jun Lingyuan looked at Feng Qingyue and said, "I'll listen to you."

"Lanying, go tell Chen Jinyu that we'll be leaving for Beijing tomorrow morning."

Her voice was calm, but it contained an unshakable determination.

"Okay, Miss." Lan Ying responded and left, while Feng Qingyue turned around and prepared to leave.

"Ling Yuan, go to bed early. I'll go talk to your uncle." Feng Qingyue gently reminded him and walked towards Zizhu Yingchen's yard.

After Feng Qingyue left.

"Young Master, there is a letter from the prince." Qian San walked over gently and handed over a letter.

Jun Lingyuan took the envelope, slowly opened it, his eyes calm, then closed the letter with some complicated emotions in his eyes.

When he looked at Qian San, his voice was calm, but a little low: "Qian San, you've been out with me for so long, do you want to go back?"

Qian San didn't raise his head, but lowered his body slightly, his attitude respectful and firm: "As a secret guard, I will go wherever the master is."

Jun Lingyuan's gaze lingered on Qian San for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

He sighed, his voice somewhat helpless: "Okay, get up, I didn't say anything."

He turned and walked to the window, looking out at the dark night sky, and whispered, "Ling Ye wrote to ask me when I'll be back."

Qian San stood aside and lowered his head when he saw his master's expression. He understood what Jun Lingyuan was worried about.

His voice was low: "Master, we have found Miss Feng. Once the matter of Lan Country is resolved, we can take Miss Feng back to Beiming."

"Yeah." Jun Lingyuan responded softly, seemingly not really paying attention to the situation in front of him.

Because he was not sure whether Feng Qingyue would be willing to go back with him.

He couldn't guess what she was thinking, and he wasn't even sure if he had enough courage to ask her about it.

"Sir, I will take my leave first."

Qian San bowed and retreated, gently closing the door, leaving Jun Lingyuan standing alone in the dim room.

Jun Lingyuan didn't move for a long time, still staring at the night sky outside the window.

He murmured softly: "Qingyue, would you be willing to go back with me?"

Under the night sky, everything was quiet and no one responded to him.

Feng Qingyue walked to the door of Zizhu Yingchen and knocked gently.

"Uncle, are you asleep?" she asked softly, her tone gentle but with a hint of anxiety.

Zizhu Yingchen's low voice came from inside the house: "Come in."

Feng Qingyue gently pushed open the door and walked into the room.

Zizhu Yingchen was sitting at the desk, his eyes fixed on the book in his hands. He looked a little tired, but still remained calm and composed.

He saw Feng Qingyue approaching and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Qingyue, it's so late, is there something wrong?"

Feng Qingyue sighed softly and walked to Zizhu Yingchen's side, her eyes gentle: "Uncle, we have to go back early tomorrow morning. I came to tell you so that you can get ready."

Zizhu Yingchen raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled: "What are you preparing for?"

Feng Qingyue looked at him, paused, and said with a hint of helplessness and tenderness: "Uncle, have you forgotten? You want to go back with me."

Zizhu Yingchen frowned slightly, and seemed a little stunned: "When did your uncle agree to go back with you?"

Feng Qingyue was speechless and whispered, "Uncle, I promise you that I will give justice to the Zizhu family, but you must go with me. I need you to witness this."

A complex emotion flashed in Zizhu Yingchen's eyes.

He lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and sighed: "Qingyue, uncle hasn't left Mingying Mountain for a long time. I don't know what the situation is like outside now. I'm afraid... I'm afraid of causing you trouble."

Feng Qingyue's heart ached slightly: "Uncle, how could that be? You will not be a burden to me, you will only stand by me."

Her tone was gentle, and her eyes were full of determination and warmth: "Uncle, don't say anything more. We will leave together tomorrow, you can make the arrangements."

Zizhu Yingchen looked at her determined eyes, and finally said nothing more. He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, let's go together tomorrow."

Feng Qingyue smiled softly and stood up: "Good night, uncle."

Zizhu Yingchen looked at her leaving back and thought it was time to meet her.