Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

The night was deep and the Feng Mansion was silent.

When Jun Lingyuan and Feng Qingyue returned to the mansion, Zizhu Yingchen was already waiting in the hall.

He stood in the candlelight, his silver mask glowing coldly, his eyes as cold as ice, and a scroll in his hand.

Seeing the two of them coming back, Zizhu Yingchen raised his head slightly and said in a steady tone, "How did things go?"

Feng Qingyue stepped forward quickly, her eyes filled with anxiety: "Uncle, we have heard an important piece of news."

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes flashed: "What news?"

Jun Lingyuan took over the conversation, his tone calm, "The Prince Regent holds a banquet in his palace on the eighth day of the sixth lunar month every year, inviting important officials of the court to attend."

Zizhu Yingchen frowned slightly, his tone filled with thought: "June 8th? What's so special about this day?"

Feng Qingyue shook her head, a hint of doubt in her tone: "We don't know either. But the Regent chooses this day every year to hold a banquet, so it's obviously not a random thing."

Jun Lingyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps this day has special significance for the Regent."

Zizhu Yingchen sneered: "No matter what the meaning is, that day is the best time for us to announce the truth."

Feng Qingyue nodded, her tone firm: "That's right. The important officials of the court gathered that day, which was a good opportunity to expose the crimes of the Regent."

A hint of coldness flashed in Zizhu Yingchen's eyes: "We already have Zhao Qian's confession. As long as we reveal it publicly on that day, the Regent's crimes will be exposed."

Jun Lingyuan frowned slightly, his tone filled with thought: "Senior, could the eighth day of the sixth lunar month be related to the Zizhu family?"

Zizhu Yingchen shook his head, his tone cold: "The Zizhu family was exterminated in late autumn, and it has nothing to do with the eighth day of the sixth lunar month."

A hint of doubt flashed across Feng Qingyue's eyes. "Then why does the Regent choose this day every year to hold a banquet? Is it to commemorate something?"

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Memorial? People like the Regent are probably only commemorating their own power and interests."

Jun Lingyuan nodded, his tone calm, "No matter what, that day is the best time for us to act. Senior, we need to make arrangements in advance to ensure that everything goes well."

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were cold and his tone was firm: "That's right. That day, I will make sure that the Regent has nowhere to escape in front of everyone."

A hint of coldness flashed in Feng Qingyue's eyes: "Uncle, let's go together."

Zizhu Yingchen glanced at her, his eyes softening a bit: "Qingyue, you have suffered a lot these years."

Feng Qingyue lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Uncle, Qingyue is doing well."

Jun Lingyuan held her hand and said gently, "Everything will be fine."

Feng Qingyue nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

---

At the same time, in Zhao Qian’s mansion.

Zhao Heng returned to his mansion drunk and staggering.

As soon as he stepped into the gate, he saw his father Zhao Qian coming to greet him hurriedly.

"Heng'er, are you okay?" Zhao Qian grabbed Zhao Heng's shoulders and looked him up and down.

Zhao Heng was stunned, and then he sobered up a little: "Father, what's wrong with you? What can happen to me?"

Seeing that he was safe and sound, Zhao Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you encounter anything unusual tonight?"

Zhao Heng shook his head. "No. I'm hosting a banquet at Zuixianlou tonight. Everything is going on as usual."

Zhao Qian frowned and murmured softly, "Am I being overly suspicious?"

Zhao Heng was puzzled: "Father, what happened?"

Zhao Qian forced a smile and said, "It's okay. It's just that things have been a little bit turbulent at home lately. You should be more careful when you go out."

Zhao Heng smiled indifferently, "Father, you're worrying too much. Who in the capital dares to touch anyone from our Zhao family?"

Zhao Qian sighed: "Heng'er, you are still young and don't know how treacherous people are."

Seeing his father's serious expression, Zhao Heng felt a little confused, but he didn't think much about it.

He suddenly thought of the Miss Feng he met in Zuixianlou tonight, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Qian noticed his strange expression and couldn't help asking, "Heng'er, did you meet anyone special tonight?"

Zhao Heng came back to his senses and quickly shook his head: "No, it's just an ordinary banquet, nothing special."

He did not tell his father about Feng Qingyue.

In his eyes, she was just a beautiful woman. Although she had an extraordinary temperament, she was just an ordinary girl and not worth mentioning.

Zhao Qian felt a little relieved when he saw his son looking normal, but he still warned him, "Heng'er, don't go out much these days. Things are not going well at home, so be careful."

Zhao Heng nodded perfunctorily. "I understand, Father. You should also go to bed early and stop working too hard."

Zhao Qian looked at his son's departing back, his brows furrowed, and he felt vaguely uneasy.

He murmured in a low voice: "Zizhu Yingchen...what do you want?"

---

The night is as dark as ink, and the wind is blowing and the clouds are surging.

The banquet on the eighth day of June was destined to be the center of a storm.

Zizhu Yingchen stood in the courtyard of Feng Mansion, looking up at the dark night sky, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Prince Regent, your end is approaching."

In Feng Qingyue's room, she looked up at the dark night sky, her brows slightly furrowed, her mind full of thoughts.

"June 8th...what does it mean to the Regent?" She murmured softly, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

She always felt that there was some secret behind this day, perhaps related to the Regent's past, or perhaps to some secret events in the court.

But no matter what, this day is a great opportunity for them.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyue called out softly, "Lan Ying."

Before she finished her words, a dark shadow appeared silently behind her. It was her personal bodyguard Lan Ying.

"Miss, what can I do for you?" Lan Ying bowed and spoke respectfully.

Feng Qingyue turned around, her eyes calm. "Lan Ying, you've followed King Lan Xuanming for many years. Do you know if the King ever attended the Regent's banquet on the eighth day of the sixth lunar month?"

Lan Ying was slightly stunned, then nodded: "My lady, the king did go there once."

Feng Qingyue's eyes flashed with a glint, and she asked, "What happened next? Why didn't you go again?"

Lan Ying pondered for a moment and whispered, "After that banquet, the monarch seemed very angry. I don't know the specific reason, but since then, the monarch has never attended the Regent's banquet again."

Feng Qingyue frowned slightly, her tone filled with thought: "Very angry? Did something unpleasant happen at the banquet?"

Lan Ying shook his head. "I don't know the details. But according to rumors in the palace, the relationship between the monarch and the regent seems to have become much more strained after that banquet."

A hint of coldness flashed across Feng Qingyue's eyes, and she whispered to herself, "It seems that the banquet was indeed not simple. Perhaps the eighth day of the sixth lunar month was the fuse of the conflict between the Regent and the King."

Lan Ying nodded, her tone somewhat cautious: "Miss, do you need me to investigate further?"

Feng Qingyue waved her hand, her tone calm, "That's not necessary. I'll discuss this matter with my uncle and Ling Yuan. You can go down first and continue to pay attention to the movements outside the mansion."

Lan Ying bowed and said, "Yes, Miss."

After he said that, his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

Feng Qingyue stood there, her eyes deep and her mind churning with thoughts.

"The eighth day of the sixth month... Regent... King..." She murmured softly, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.