Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

When Feng Qingyue and Jun Linyuan rode their horses to the outskirts of the Beilu hunting ground,

I just happened to see court officials leaving in groups of three or four.

The setting sun stretched everyone's shadows very long.

The atmosphere, which should have been cheerful, was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.

"What's going on?" Feng Qingyue frowned, and the reins in her hands tightened unconsciously.

She searched the crowd anxiously and suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry.

Li Chong, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, was seen staggering out supported by his servants. Four people were carrying a stretcher behind him. A human figure was vaguely visible under the white cloth, with dark red bloodstains seeping out of one corner.

Lord Li's official hat was tilted and he was crying, looking nothing like his usual majestic self.

Jun Linyuan's eyes darkened, and he stood in front of Feng Qingyue's horse without saying a word.

But she had already caught a glimpse of a green finger hanging outside the white cloth - it was clearly the hand of a young man!

"Yuan..." Feng Qingyue turned around and was about to speak when she suddenly saw the prime minister and his son coming out from the woods.

Feng Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Prime Minister! Brother Jin Yu!"

---

Chen Jinyu's face turned pale.

The hem of the official uniform was stained with mud.

Seeing her force a smile: "Ayue, Pavilion Master Jun... why are you here?"

Feng Qingyue noticed that his expression was not right:

"What happened? I just met Minister Li..."

The Prime Minister raised his hand to stop her from speaking and whispered, "Qingyue, it's not appropriate to say more here."

Jun Linyuan approached slowly, his eyes sweeping around, and said in a low voice, "There shouldn't be crying in the hunting grounds."

Chen Jinyu's expression was solemn: "Minister Li's son died during the hunting just now."

Feng Qingyue's heart was shocked: "Is it an accident?"

"Accident?"

Chen Jinyu sneered, his eyes flashing.

"The Regent's personal guards drew the bow and shot an arrow through his heart. How could this be considered an accident?"

Jun Linyuan's eyes darkened. "It seems that the prey in today's hunt isn't wild beasts, but human hearts."

The Prime Minister looked around and whispered:

"Qingyue, I don't understand the Regent's actions today..."

Feng Qingyue and Jun Linyuan exchanged glances.

She certainly knew what the Regent wanted to do.

——This is to make an example of someone to scare the monkeys, to warn those who secretly oppose him.

But looking at the prime minister's tired face, she didn't say it after all.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, do not worry too much."

Feng Qingyue said softly, "Things in the court have their own destiny."

"Ayue," Chen Jinyu suddenly lowered his voice, "there may be changes in the court in the near future, so you should be more careful."

Jun Linyuan stood between the two of them calmly.

"Don't worry, Master Chen. With me here, no one can hurt her."

Chen Jinyu glanced at Jun Linyuan meaningfully: "Master Jun is indeed as protective as the rumors say."

---

The four of them walked slowly along the official road.

The sound of horse hooves was particularly clear in the quiet street.

"Prime Minister," Feng Qingyue said softly, "You don't have to worry too much about what happened today."

The Prime Minister stroked his beard, his eyes still filled with worry.

"Qingyue, I have been an official for decades and have never seen such blatant behavior..."

Chen Jinyu coughed lightly and interrupted his father: "Father, there is a fork in the road ahead."

Jun Linyuan reined in the reins and glanced around: "It's getting late, why don't we escort the Prime Minister back to his residence first?"

"No need." The Prime Minister waved his hand.

"Lord Jun and Qingyue have important matters to attend to, so my son and I will return home on our own."

Feng Qingyue nodded slightly: "Then Prime Minister and Brother Jin Yu, please be careful on your journey."

Chen Jinyu suddenly rode his horse closer to Feng Qingyue and said in a low voice, "Ayue, if you encounter anyone suspicious these days..."

Jun Linyuan's mount inconspicuously stepped aside, separating the two of them. "Don't worry, Master Chen. I will take responsibility for Qingyue's safety."

Chen Jinyu raised his eyebrows: "Master Jun seems to be quite wary of me?"

Feng Qingyue saw this and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Brother Jinyu, you are overthinking it."

The Prime Minister sighed softly, his eyes wandering between the three people for a moment.

"Okay, let's say goodbye now. Qingyue, if you have anything important to do, you can come to my house to find me at any time."

"Thank you, Prime Minister."

Feng Qingyue bowed respectfully and watched the prime minister and his son walk away.

---

the other side,

Feng Qingcheng and Zizhu Yingchen were walking on the official road outside the city when they suddenly saw a team of luxurious carriages slowly approaching.

The carriage made of golden nanmu wood glowed coldly in the sunset.

Surrounding him were dozens of guards in black armor, looking imposing.

"Is that... the Regent's carriage?"

Feng Qingcheng lowered her voice, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

“Why did they return to the city early?”

Zizhu Yingchen seemed to have not heard anything.

The eyes under the silver mask were fixed on the carriage.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if they could burn through the curtains of the carriage.

The veins on his hands holding the reins were bulging and his knuckles were white.

"senior?"

Feng Qingcheng noticed something was wrong and touched his arm gently.

"What's wrong?"

Zizhu Yingchen still didn't look away.

He just uttered a few words coldly: "Wait here."

---

Before he finished speaking, he flew out like an arrow from a bow.

The black robe rustled in the wind.

In a flash, it landed steadily in front of the carriage, blocking its way.

Feng Qingcheng took a breath of cold air, before she could react,

The Regent's guards were pouring in like a tide.

The leading knight drew his sword, the cold light pointed directly at Zizhu Yingchen's throat: "How dare you! Do you know whose carriage you are stopping?"

Zizhu Yingchen sneered, and the silver mask glowed coldly in the setting sun.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice hoarse as a knife scraping rusty iron: "Let the people in the car come out and talk."

The guard leader was furious.

"How dare you!" He swung the long sword and aimed it at Zizhu Yingchen's face.

Feng Qingcheng's heart tightened, and just as she was about to step forward,

But Zizhu Yingchen did not move, but just flicked his sleeve lightly.

The fine steel sword broke into pieces like rotten wood, and the leader of the guards was pushed back several steps along with his horse.

The car curtain moved slightly, and a lazy voice came from inside the car.

"Who is so bold as to block my way?"

---

Zizhu Yingchen heard this,

The eyes beneath the mask suddenly burst out with terrifying murderous intent.

He slowly raised his hand, actually wanting to take off the mask——

Seeing this, Feng Qingcheng didn't care about anything else and flew to Zizhu Yingchen's side.

He grabbed his hand and said, "Senior! Think again!"

Zizhu Yingchen's hand stopped in mid-air, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He took a deep breath and finally let go of his hand.

A corner of the car curtain was lifted, revealing a pair of sharp eagle eyes: "Interesting. Could this... be an old friend?"

Zizhu Yingchen pointed his sword straight at him, his voice hoarse as a knife scraping against rusty iron: "I'm going to kill you, my old friend."

"Heh..." The Regent chuckled and raised his hand to stop the guard who was about to step forward.

"What a big tone! I want to see how capable you are."

Feng Qingcheng shouted anxiously from behind.

"Senior, be careful! He has many guards around him!"

"It doesn't matter."

Zizhu Yingchen didn't even turn around, "You step back."

---

The voice has not fallen,

His figure was like a ghost, attacking the Regent.

The two swords collided, sparks flying.

"Interesting." The Regent retreated while blocking, his tone full of interest.

"This sword technique...I seem to have seen it somewhere before."

Zizhu Yingchen's attack became more fierce: "You will remember it soon!"

The two figures suddenly crossed each other, and the sword energy surged.

The surrounding trees were shaken by the aftermath and their leaves fell everywhere.

Feng Qingcheng was horrified

——Zizhu Yingchen's sword moves are fierce and sharp, each one targeting the vital points;

The Regent's movements were surprisingly unpredictable, and he navigated the sword net with ease.

“clang——”

There was a sharp sound of metal collision.

Zizhu Yingchen's sword accurately cut through the Regent's mask.

The gilded mask cracked and fell to the ground with a thud.

---

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Zizhu Yingchen's sword suddenly stopped.

The whole person froze in place as if struck by lightning.

The eyes under the mask were wide open and the lips were trembling uncontrollably.

"You..." Zizhu Yingchen's sword suddenly stopped in mid-air, his voice trembling, "How could it be..."

“Impossible…Absolutely impossible…”

Zizhu Yingchen seemed to be in a trance, repeating these words over and over again, and the tip of the sword slowly drooped.

Feng Qingcheng keenly noticed something unusual.

Just as he was about to warn her, he saw that the Regent had already seized the opportunity and pierced Zizhu Yingchen's throat with his sword like a poisonous snake!

"senior!"

At the critical moment, Feng Qingcheng moved as fast as lightning.

He dodged the two guards' interception and grabbed Zizhu Yingchen's arm: "Let's go!"

She pointed her toes and soared into the air with the dazed Zizhu Yingchen.

The Regent's sword just grazed the edge of Zizhu Yingchen's clothes, shaving off a piece of black cloth.

"Chase!" the guard leader shouted.

"slow."

The Regent sheathed his sword and looked thoughtfully in the direction the two men left.

"That assassin... is a little strange."

His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the new mask, "Let's go back home first."