Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

The night was as dark as ink, and Zhao Qian's mansion was shrouded in silence.

Zizhu Yingchen was dressed in black and wore a silver mask on his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

He moved like a ghost, quietly avoiding the guards in the mansion and quickly sneaking into Zhao Qian's study.

In the study, candlelight flickered. Zhao Qian was sitting behind the desk with a frown on his face, holding a secret letter in his hand with a serious expression.

Zizhu Yingchen pushed the door open and walked in, his footsteps light as a gust of night wind.

Zhao Qian suddenly looked up and saw a masked man in black. His expression changed drastically and he shouted, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into my residence?"

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, his voice low and cold, with a hint of sarcasm: "Master Zhao, it's been many years since we last met, but you're still as majestic as ever."

Zhao Qian was shocked when he heard this. He looked at the person in front of him carefully, but he could not recognize his identity because of the mask.

He suppressed his uneasiness and said in a threatening tone, "Who are you, sir? If you know what's good for you, leave immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Zizhu Yingchen approached slowly, his gaze like a knife piercing Zhao Qian's heart. "Why are you so nervous, Lord Zhao? I'm just here to reminisce about the past."

Zhao Qian was frightened by his cold gaze, and his heart became increasingly uneasy. His voice became a little louder: "Someone come! There's an assassin!"

However, there was no movement outside the door, as if the entire mansion was isolated in another world.

Zizhu Yingchen chuckled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Master Zhao, there's no need to waste your energy. No one will come to disturb us tonight."

Zhao Qian's face turned pale, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his voice trembled: "You...what do you want to do?"

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were cold, and his tone was a bit cruel: "I came here to collect an old debt."

After he finished speaking, he waved the folding fan in his hand, and murderous aura instantly filled the entire study.

Zhao Qian was frightened by his aura and his body involuntarily retreated until his back was against the wall, with no way to retreat.

He pretended to be calm, but his voice was still trembling: "If you are here for money, I can give it to you. If you are here for revenge, please make it clear. I have never offended you."

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Master Zhao is a forgetful person. Have you completely forgotten the old accounts from twenty years ago?"

Zhao Qian's pupils suddenly contracted when he heard this, and his face turned pale in an instant: "Twenty years ago...you...you were from the Zizhu family?"

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were as cold as ice, and his tone was filled with hatred: "It seems that Lord Zhao still remembers."

Zhao Qian was trembling all over, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "Impossible... The Zizhu family has been dead for a long time, how could you still be alive!"

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "God has eyes and let me survive, just for today."

After he said that, he waved the folding fan in his hand, and a fierce gust of wind rushed straight towards Zhao Qian's face.

Zhao Qian dodged in a hurry, but was still swept by the strong wind, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on his face.

He covered his cheeks, his voice filled with fear: "You...you can't kill me! The Regent will not let you go!"

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were cold, and his tone was filled with disdain: "The Regent? He can't even protect himself, how can he care about you?"

Zhao Qian was even more terrified when he heard this, and his voice was almost hoarse: "What do you want?"

Zizhu Yingchen approached slowly, his tone oppressive: "I want you to admit with your own mouth the truth about the extermination of the Zizhu family twenty years ago."

Zhao Qian's face was pale and his lips were trembling, but he was reluctant to speak.

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, raised the folding fan in his hand again, and said with a hint of cruelty: "Master Zhao, my patience is limited."

Zhao Qian was intimidated by his aura and finally broke down, his voice trembling: "I... I'm telling you! Twenty years ago, it was the Regent who ordered the extermination of the Zizhu family! I was only following orders, it had nothing to do with me!"

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were as cold as ice, and his tone was filled with sarcasm: "It has nothing to do with you? Lord Zhao, you personally led the people to break into Zizhu Mansion and killed hundreds of people in my family."

Zhao Qian's face paled even more when he heard this, and his voice was almost squeezed out of his throat: "I... I was also forced to do so! If I don't obey, the Regent will never let me go!"

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, his tone filled with disdain: "A coward like you who cowardly seeks life is worthy of talking about helplessness?"

After he said that, he waved the folding fan in his hand, and a fierce gust of wind rushed straight towards Zhao Qian's chest.

Zhao Qian screamed, his body slammed heavily against the wall, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

He clutched his chest, his voice pleading: "Please... let me go! I can help you deal with the Regent!"

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were cold, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Just you? Are you worthy enough to discuss cooperation with me?"

Zhao Qian's face was pale, his lips trembling, and his voice was filled with pleading: "Sir... Sir, please spare my life! I... I can tell you the truth! As long as you spare my life!"

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "The truth? Do you think I don't know? The Zizhu family didn't commit treason back then. It was the emperor who was wary of the Zizhu family's power, so he teamed up with the regent to forge an imperial edict and exterminate my entire family!"

Zhao Qian's face was pale, his lips trembled, and there was a hint of despair in his voice: "You... since you know everything, why are you still forcing me?"

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were cold, and his tone was oppressive. "I want you to confess in person and sign this confession. Not only that, you must appear in person to testify and make the truth of what happened public."

Zhao Qian's face turned even paler when he heard this, and his voice trembled, "Show up and testify? This... this is impossible! The Regent will never let me go! My family will also be implicated!"

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, with a hint of threat in his tone: "Master Zhao, if you are unwilling to testify, I dare not guarantee the safety of your son Zhao Heng."

Zhao Qian's whole body trembled, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "You...you dare to touch my son?"

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were as cold as ice, and his tone was filled with a hint of cruelty: "Master Zhao, your son's life is now in your hands. If you cooperate obediently, I will ensure his safety. If you persist, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhao Qian's heart was in a state of turmoil when he heard this, and his voice trembled: "You...what do you want?"

Zizhu Yingchen's tone was icy, with unquestionable authority: "Sign and seal, and promise to appear in person to testify at the time. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your son's life."

Zhao Qian's face turned pale, his lips trembling, and he finally sat down dejectedly, his voice almost squeezed out of his throat: "Okay... I promise you."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the pen tremblingly, signed his name on the confession, and pressed his fingerprint.

Zizhu Yingchen put away his confession and glanced at Zhao Qian with a cold gaze, his tone carrying a hint of warning: "Master Zhao, remember your promise. If you dare to play tricks, you will bear the consequences."

Zhao Qian trembled all over, and the voice was almost squeezed out of his throat: "I...I understand."

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "I hope so."

After he said that, he turned and disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.