Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

The moment the man in black clamped Zhao Qian's throat with his iron-like fingers.

Suddenly a chuckle came from outside the window.

"Master Zhao, you just signed the contract, and you forgot about it so quickly?"

The voice was as clear as a spring, but it made the man in black tremble all over.

Zhao Qian's face turned pale, and he squeezed out two words with trembling lips: "It's... it's you..."

“Who?!” the man in black shouted, his knuckles cracking horribly. “Get out!”

As the candlelight flickered, a purple figure leaned against the window.

The moonlight outlined his slender figure, but could not illuminate his face hidden in the shadows.

"Are you sure you want me to show up?" the man chuckled.

"When Lord Zhao first met me, he was so scared that he wet his pants."

A cold light flashed in the black-clothed man's eyes, and he suddenly activated his internal energy.

The tables and chairs in the study shook, teacups exploded, and a cold and gloomy aura swept over.

"Playing tricks!"

Three bone-piercing nails shot out from the air, their tips emitting a dark blue poisonous light.

"Ding!"

---

The moment the silver needle was nailed into the beam, a purple figure walked into the study in the moonlight.

When that face, which was exactly the same as that from twenty years ago, came into view.

The man in black took three steps back as if struck by lightning.

He knocked over the bookshelf behind him.

"Master Zizhu?! Impossible... You clearly..."

"Master Zizhu." Zizhu Yingchen smiled.

"Didn't Mingming die 20 years ago?" Zizhu Yingchen played with a blood-red crystal at the tip of his finger, with a smile on his lips.

"Just like you clearly promised that as long as the Zizhu family handed over the secret method to restrain the blood puppet, you would save the lives of our clan?"

Zhao Qian collapsed to the ground, watching the once arrogant man in black trembling like a sieve.

Thunder exploded outside the window, illuminating Zizhu Yingchen's half-white face.

——That’s not the skin color of a living person at all!

"Are you a human or a ghost?" The man in black roared and threw out twelve bone-piercing nails.

The nail pierced through the purple figure and into the wall, but there was no trace of blood.

Zizhu Yingchen swayed like ripples on the water, and then recovered in an instant: "What do you think, sir?"

The man in black suddenly screamed, turned around and tried to escape through the window.

"Want to leave?"

A sword energy swept across, forcing the man in black back into the house.

The sound of a tightened bowstring came from the beam, and the cold tip of Feng Qingyue's arrow pointed directly at the back of the man in black.

"Now," Zizhu Yingchen slowly drew out the soft sword from his waist.

"Let's see who's hiding under the mask."

The man in black suddenly laughed wildly and pulled off his mask

——Under the mask was a strange face covered with strange runes!

“It’s too late!”

He bit his tongue with a grim smile, and blood spurted onto the jade pendant on his chest.

The jade pendant exploded instantly, and black mist filled the entire study.

---

When the poisonous fog dissipated, only a pool of smelly blood remained on the ground.

Zizhu Yingchen used the tip of his sword to pick up the half-broken jade ring in the blood, his expression suddenly changed: "The dragon-patterned jade of the Beixiu royal family!"

Feng Qingcheng kicked the melting finger: "Bone melting technique. I would rather die than reveal my identity."

Zizhu Yingchen turned to Zhao Qian, who was cowering under the table, and suddenly leaned over and pinched his chin.

"Master Zhao, do you recognize the jade pendant?"

A blood-stained jade pendant rolled to the ground.

Zhao Qian's pupils suddenly shrank. That was the personal belonging of his only son, Zhao Heng!

"What have you done to my son!"

"You have to ask Lord Zhao yourself." Zizhu Yingchen shook him off and turned to the window. "Live well and remember what Lord Zhao did. Otherwise..."

He turned around and smiled, and that smile made Zhao Qian feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Next time, it won't just be a jade pendant."

Before he finished speaking, the two figures disappeared into the night like ghosts.

Zhao Qian stood there in a daze, and the jade pendant in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

The sound of rain outside the window gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of water dripping from the eaves, like a death spell.

---

"Miss, we're here."

The accompanying maid Lan Yue reminded softly.

Feng Qingyue looked up. The vermilion gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion looked particularly solemn in the morning light.

The two stone lions in front of the gate still stood majestically. When the gate guards saw her, they immediately bowed and saluted.

"Goddess, the lady and the young lady have been waiting for you since early morning."

Feng Qingyue nodded slightly and stepped over the threshold.

After passing through the screen wall, you will see a winding corridor with lush flowers and trees on both sides.

She noticed that the house was quieter than usual, even the sound of footsteps was absorbed by the thick carpet.

“Qingyue!”

A crisp call came from the end of the corridor.

Chen Jin'er walked quickly over with her skirt lifted, her almond eyes smiling, and the pearl hairpin in her hair swaying gently with her steps.

"Jin'er, long time no see." Feng Qingyue smiled and let the other party hold her hand.

“You’re finally here.”

Chen Jin'er pulled her towards the inner courtyard and said, "Mother even asked the kitchen to make your favorite snacks this morning."

Feng Qingyue felt warm in her heart.

"Is the Prime Minister's wife in good health? Why isn't Brother Jinyu here?"

Chen Jin'er paused slightly, and a strange look flashed across her eyes.

"Father and brother left early this morning, saying they were invited to participate in some hunting competition."

"Hunting?" Feng Qingyue's heart tightened, "At this time of year?"

"Yes, I heard that it was held on a whim by the Regent."

Chen Jin'er lowered her voice, "They say 'the clear and crisp autumn weather is perfect for riding and shooting,' and they've invited many important officials and children of prominent families. Father didn't want to go, but the Regent sent his personal guards to invite him, so he couldn't refuse."

---

Feng Qingyue's fingers unconsciously clenched her cuffs.

The Prince Regent usually stays at home, so why would he suddenly hold a hunting event with such fanfare? This is definitely not ordinary entertainment.

"Jin'er, do you know where it will be held?" She tried to keep her voice calm.

"The royal enclosure at the northern foot of Qingwu Mountain."

Chen Jiner suddenly frowned, "It's strange. In previous years, the autumn hunting was all in the South Garden, but this time they chose the most dangerous North Foothills..."

Feng Qingyue's heart suddenly tightened.

"Qingyue?" Chen Jin'er looked at her puzzled expression as she suddenly became serious.

"nothing."

Feng Qingyue forced a smile, "I just remembered the rumors that ferocious beasts often roamed the northern slopes."

Chen Jin'er patted her hand: "Don't worry, the people accompanying us are all elite guards. Besides..."

She looked around and lowered her voice. "Although the Regent acts in secret, he would never do anything in public."

Feng Qingyue sighed inwardly.

If the Regent really wanted to do something, why would he care about being in public?

---

As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the main hall of the inner courtyard.

The Prime Minister's wife was instructing the maid to set out tea and snacks. When she saw them come in, she immediately came over to greet them.

"Qingyue is here." The Prime Minister's wife held her hand lovingly and looked at her carefully.

"Why are there green shadows now? It's been very hard lately, right?"

Feng Qingyue felt a pang of pain in her nose.

Although Chen Jin'er has returned safely, the Prime Minister's wife still treats her with care like her own daughter.

"Mrs. Lao misses you, but she has been sleeping late these days." She answered softly.

The Prime Minister's wife pulled her to sit on the couch.

"You've come just in time. Try the freshly made osmanthus cake. Jin'er has been waiting for you restlessly since morning."

Chen Jiner pretended to be angry: "Mother! How can I be restless?"

---

While the three of them were chatting and laughing, Feng Qingyue's mind was already drifting away.

She had to let her uncle and the others know.

"Qingyue?" The Prime Minister's wife looked at her with concern. "But the snacks are not to your taste?"

Feng Qingyue came back to her senses and smiled apologetically.

"I didn't get enough rest last night, so I was a little distracted."

"Then you should take a good rest."

The Prime Minister's wife did not allow for refusal and said, "After lunch, take a short rest here before leaving."

Feng Qingyue couldn't refuse, so she had to agree.