Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Chapter 209 The Past Resurfaces

The backyard of Feng Mansion.

Zizhu Yingchen and Jun Lingyuan sat opposite each other. There was a pot of tea on the table, and the aroma of tea lingered in the air, as if tonight was just an ordinary night.

Zizhu Yingchen picked up the teacup and took a sip. His expression was calm, but his eyes were filled with meaning. "Jun Lingyuan, after tonight, perhaps I can safely entrust Qingyue to you."

Jun Lingyuan smiled slightly, his tone calm: "Senior, don't worry, I will never let you down."

Zizhu Yingchen looked up at him, her eyes scrutinizing him. "Qingyue is my only family. Her happiness is more important than anything else. If you treat her sincerely, I will naturally feel at ease. But if you let her suffer any injustice, I will never stand idly by."

Jun Lingyuan's expression straightened, and he said firmly, "Senior, Qingyue is the most important person in my life. I will protect her with my life and will never let her suffer any harm."

Zizhu Yingchen nodded, with approval in his eyes: "Okay, with your words, I feel relieved."

As the two were talking, suddenly, a sound of light footsteps came from afar, accompanied by the whistling night wind, and it was particularly clear.

Zizhu Yingchen put down the teacup, his eyes slightly cold: "Here it comes."

Jun Lingyuan also stood up, his expression calm: "Senior, it seems we need to stretch our muscles."

Zizhu Yingchen smiled slightly, with a hint of joking in his tone: "Jun Lingyuan, let me see tonight how capable the Emperor of Beiming is."

Jun Lingyuan raised his eyebrows and said confidently, "I will never let you down."

Before he finished speaking, several dark shadows quietly jumped into the courtyard, led by An Mu, the leader of the Black Blood Cult.

He was wearing a black robe, his eyes were cold, and there was a sinister smile on his lips: "You are Zizhu Yingchen. They let you escape twenty years ago, but you won't be so lucky tonight."

Zizhu Yingchen looked calm and said indifferently, "An Mu, twenty years ago you were just a stray dog, but now you have learned to be arrogant."

An Mu's face darkened, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "Zizhu Yingchen, you are looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand and the Black Blood Cult members behind him rushed up instantly.

Jun Lingyuan snorted coldly, and with a flash of his body, he stood in front of Zizhu Yingchen.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was like frost, instantly forcing back several members of the Black Blood Sect.

"An Mu, your opponent is me." Jun Lingyuan's tone was cold and his eyes were like knives.

An Mu sneered, his tone disdainful: "Master Jun, you are not from Lan Country. It is really presumptuous of you to interfere in Lan Country's affairs tonight."

Jun Lingyuan did not answer, but swung the sword in his hand, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, heading straight for An Mu.

At the same time, Zizhu Yingchen also moved.

His figure was like a ghost, and he instantly appeared in front of several Beiyan masters, waving his folding fan lightly, seemingly casually, but in fact, he was murderous.

"People from Beiyan, you are not allowed to get involved in any mess." Zizhu Yingchen said in a calm tone with a cold gaze.

The faces of the Beiyan masters changed, and they all drew their swords to fight.

However, Zizhu Yingchen's movements were so strange that they couldn't catch him at all, so they could only passively defend themselves.

The battle was extremely fierce, with swords and sabers flashing and murderous intent filling the air in the courtyard.

Jun Lingyuan and An Mu fought for dozens of moves, and both sides were evenly matched.

An Mu's moves were vicious and deadly, while Jun Lingyuan's swordsmanship was sharp and domineering, and he was not at all inferior.

"Master Jun, you really have some skills." An Mu sneered, with a hint of fear in his tone.

Jun Lingyuan's expression was indifferent, and his tone was icy: "An Mu, after tonight, I'm afraid your Black Blood Cult will disappear from Lan Country."

An Mu's face darkened and he shouted angrily, "Arrogant!"

The two men clashed again, and the battle intensified.

On the other side, Zizhu Yingchen had easily dealt with several Beiyan masters.

He stood in the middle of the courtyard, his eyes cold and his tone mocking: "With this little ability, you dare to act wildly in Lan Country?"

The remaining Beiyan masters looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.

They didn't expect Zizhu Yingchen's strength to be so terrifying.

At this time, the battle between Jun Lingyuan and An Mu was nearing its end.

Jun Lingyuan forced An Mu back with a sword and said coldly: "An Mu, you lose."

An Mu's face was pale and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He gnashed his teeth and looked at Jun Lingyuan, his eyes full of unwillingness: "Master Jun, don't be complacent! If you interfere in this matter, someone will never let you go!"

Jun Lingyuan sneered, his tone disdainful: "Then I want to see who it is?"

An Mu roared and rushed forward again.

However, his moves were already messed up, Jun Lingyuan easily avoided it, and with a backhanded sword, he pierced An Mu's shoulder directly.

An Mu screamed, staggered backward, and finally disappeared into the night.

The battle ended and the courtyard returned to peace.

Zizhu Yingchen walked to Jun Lingyuan's side, looking at him approvingly: "You kid, you really didn't disappoint me."

Jun Lingyuan smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Thank you for the compliment, Senior."

At the same time, in the palace, Feng Qingyue hurried into the imperial study. Lan Xuanming was sitting behind the desk with a serious expression.

Seeing her come in, Lan Xuanming nodded slightly and motioned her to sit down.

"Your Majesty, I wonder what's the urgent matter that has called me into the palace?" Feng Qingyue asked respectfully, but she was still worried about the safety of the mansion.

Lan Xuanming pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Ayue, I've just found some clues about the annihilation of the Zizhu family twenty years ago. My uncle, the Regent Lan Wuya, was involved back then. If you want to find out the truth, perhaps you could start with him."

Feng Qingyue's eyes flashed with shock when she heard this, and then she said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, is this true?"

Lan Xuanming nodded, his tone heavy, "I have already sent people to investigate secretly, and it is true. However, the Regent is extremely powerful, so if you want to investigate, you must be careful."

Feng Qingyue took a deep breath, her eyes firm, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for telling me. I will definitely act with caution."

Lan Xuanming nodded slightly, his tone concerned: "Ayue, the grievances of the Zizhu family involve many people, you must take care of yourself."

Feng Qingyue nodded and bowed respectfully: "Qingyue understands."

Lan Xuanming looked at her with a probing gaze. "Ayue, I've always had a question. What exactly is your purpose in investigating the Zizhu family's old case?"

Feng Qingyue raised her eyes and met Lan Xuanming's gaze, her expression calm but resolute: "Your Majesty, the truth should not be buried by villains."

Lan Xuanming was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Ayue, have you ever thought about how you would cope if the truth were to be revealed and many people were implicated?"

Feng Qingyue's eyes were deep, and her tone was cold: "Your Majesty, the truth will eventually be revealed. When that time comes, whether it is good for you or bad for you, I am afraid it will be beyond my control. But I believe that the truth will never be buried, and those who have to pay the price will eventually have nowhere to escape."

When Lan Xuanming heard this, his expression changed slightly and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

He sighed softly, his tone helpless: "Ayue, I only hope that no matter what the outcome is, you can protect yourself."