Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

"Miss, isn't that the young master's niece? Why is she looking for the young master so late at night?"

Xiaoci, the maid beside Ali, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Okay, this is the young master's business, don't meddle in it."

Ali waved her hand gently, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes, and she obviously didn't want to say more. "You go back first, I have something to ask the young master."

"Okay, miss, then you should come back early." Xiaoci agreed and hurried away.

Ali stood in front of Zizhu Yingchen's door and whispered, "Young Master, are you there? I have something to ask you."

But I never got a response.

She couldn't help but lower her head in disappointment, muttering to herself: "Did the young master go out, or..."

Her heart moved slightly, and she slowly went back with a bit of uneasiness.

His eyes subconsciously swept towards Feng Qingyue's room, and suddenly noticed that the lights in the room were on.

She was a little hesitant, but she still took a step and walked towards the door.

Standing in front of the door, Ali looked up at the lights in the house and her heart moved.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she knocked gently on the door.

"Who?" Feng Qingyue's cold voice came from inside the room, which shocked Ali and made her heart beat faster.

"It's me." She lowered her voice, her tone a little nervous, but she couldn't hide her eagerness.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Feng Qingyue opened the door and saw that it was Ali. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she smiled slightly with a gentle tone.

Ali looked up at her, with a subtle hesitation in her eyes, and her voice was soft but firm: "Can I come in? I have something to ask you."

"Of course, come in." Feng Qingyue smiled slightly, stepped aside and motioned her to enter.

After the two sat down, Feng Qingyue picked up the teacup, poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to Ali.

Ali lowered her head to take the teacup, feeling the warmth of the tea coming through the cup wall. Her fingers tightened slightly, and she felt a little dazed.

Her eyes unconsciously fell on Feng Qingyue. She seemed to have a thousand words to say but didn't know where to start.

"Thank you." Ali said softly, took a sip of tea, and showed some hesitation on her face.

She seemed to be thinking about how to speak. After a moment of silence, she finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Miss, I just saw you hurriedly coming out of the young master's yard. What happened?"

Feng Qingyue smiled slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and whispered, "That's it?"

She slowly put down the teacup in her hand, her expression relaxed, yet slightly tired.

"Don't worry, Ali. Everything is fine."

Ali still looked at her with doubt: "Really?"

Feng Qingyue nodded, her eyes soft as she slowly said, "I just went to tell my uncle that we'd leave together tomorrow morning."

"Leaving? Are you going back?" Ali's voice was filled with surprise, and a hint of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

Feng Qingyue nodded, her expression gentle but with a hint of helplessness: "Well, I wanted to stay a few more days, but I received an urgent letter. It's urgent, so I have to go back immediately."

Ali's mind was stuck for a moment, her eyes blurry, as if she didn't fully understand what she just heard: "Leave together? What did you just say?"

She couldn't help but repeat in a low voice, "Young Master, are you going with me?"

Feng Qingyue smiled, her eyes sparkling, and she was obviously happy about this: "Yes."

Ali's face changed instantly, her eyes became blurred, as if she was talking to herself: "Let's go together?" She kept repeating this sentence in her mouth, as if confirming something.

Feng Qingyue looked at Ali, who seemed a little strange, and asked softly, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Qingyue stood up and gently pushed Ali's shoulder: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Ali was suddenly stunned, and a deep emotion flashed in her eyes, as if that kind of unspeakable tenderness suddenly emerged.

She lowered her head, her tone becoming soft and sad: "Your name is Feng Qingyue, right?"

Her words were light as a feather, but they were packed with emotion.

Feng Qingyue nodded, her eyes full of confusion, not understanding why Ali asked this.

"So that's what he meant when he said 'If I leave one day, where will you go?'"

Ali's tone became soft and a little confused, and her eyes dimmed, as if she was recalling a long-ago moment.

Feng Qingyue looked at her quietly, and understood something in her heart, but she did not disturb her, but just listened quietly.

Ali's expression became even more depressed, and she sighed softly: "It's been ten years, and it still can't be kept warm?"

She smiled self-deprecatingly, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "Is it time to let go?"

Feng Qingyue finally understood what was said and her eyes widened in surprise: "Ten years? Sister, you..."

Ali smiled slightly, with a hint of bitterness: "Qingyue, do you think he has no heart?"

Her eyes were blurred, as if she was asking herself, and as if she was seeking answers from Feng Qingyue.

Feng Qingyue sensed her mood change and said softly, "Sister, don't be sad."

She reached out and patted her shoulder, her tone soft but firm, "Tell me, I'll help you."

Feng Qingyue thought to herself: My uncle is alone. If he doesn't go back to Beiming with me after this, he will be alone again. Maybe it would be a good thing for him to have someone to accompany him.

Feng Qingyue's tone was encouraging, and her eyes were firm: "You are so beautiful and have been with him for ten years. I don't believe he is not moved."

"Really?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Ali's eyes, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

Feng Qingyue nodded and smiled slightly: "Really. Get ready tonight and leave with us tomorrow."

A surprised smile appeared on Ali's face, as if her whole world lit up at this moment.

She agreed softly, "Okay, I'll clean it up." Then she skipped away like a little girl.

Feng Qingyue stood at the door, watching her departing figure, and murmured to herself, "It seems that she will have an aunt soon."