Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

As dusk fell, Feng Qingcheng and Zizhu Yingchen landed in a deserted teahouse.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Zizhu Yingchen staggered to his knees, breathing heavily under the silver mask like a wounded beast.

"Senior! What happened?"

Feng Qingcheng asked anxiously, "Do you know the Regent?"

“Impossible… This is impossible…”

Zizhu Yingchen clutched the fabric on his chest tightly, his knuckles turning white, "How could it be him... How could it be..."

Feng Qingcheng had never seen him lose his composure like this before.

She tentatively reached out to help him up, but was pushed away.

“Twenty years…twenty years…”

Zizhu Yingchen's voice was broken, "No, there must be something wrong... It can't be him..."

---

The sound of the night watchman's clapper came from afar, and the night spread out like ink.

Feng Qingcheng looked at the man in front of her who had fallen into madness.

Xi'an had no choice but to take his people back home.

---

In the hall of Feng Mansion, Feng Qingyue suddenly heard a commotion coming from the gate.

She looked up and saw Feng Qingcheng half-supporting and half-carrying a man with a silver face and black robe staggering in - who else could that be but her uncle Zizhu Yingchen?

"uncle!"

The teacup in Feng Qingyue's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and she was unaware that the tea had splashed onto the corner of her skirt.

She rushed forward in two steps.

He and Feng Qingcheng supported the crumbling Zizhu Yingchen on both sides.

"What happened to my uncle?"

"Senior seems to be stimulated."

Jun Linyuan had come to his side without him noticing, and said in a deep voice, "Help the senior to sit down first."

Feng Qingyue finally came back to her senses.

He and Feng Qingcheng hurriedly helped Zizhu Yingchen to the Arhat couch in the hall.

She skillfully took her uncle's pulse, and the chaotic pulse from her fingertips made her heart tighten.

How could this still be the same Zizhu Yingchen, the martial arts master who remained calm and composed in the face of adversity? Clearly, he was a patient who had been severely traumatized!

Feng Qingyue stood in front of Zizhu Yingchen's bed.

Looking at his furrowed brow and trembling eyelids,

It felt like a huge rock was pressing down on my heart.

My uncle has always been as calm as a mountain. How could he have ever lost his composure like this?

She gently tucked the quilt for him, turned and walked out of the room.

---

Jun Linyuan and Feng Qingcheng saw her turn around, and the three of them walked out at the same time.

"How is the senior?" Feng Qingcheng asked first.

Feng Qingyue shook her head: "The pulse is disordered, the qi and blood are flowing backwards, as if she has been greatly stimulated."

Feng Qingcheng looked at the two of them and recounted what had happened in detail.

When talking about Zizhu Yingchen trying to take off the mask but being stopped, Jun Linyuan frowned slightly.

"Did the Regent say anything?" Jun Linyuan asked.

"No." Feng Qingcheng recalled, "It was just that the senior stood there motionless after seeing the Regent's mask fall off."

Feng Qingyue frowned, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of her clothes: "What on earth did uncle see..."

"And after the senior saw the Regent's mask fall off, he kept saying things like 'twenty years' and 'it can't be him'," Feng Qingcheng added.

"Could it be that my uncle knows the Regent?" Feng Qingyue asked doubtfully.

"Let's not overthink it. We'll know when we ask Senior when he wakes up." Jun Linyuan looked at Feng Qingyue and said.

She turned to Feng Qingcheng, "Are you sure you became like this after meeting the Regent?"

---

As they were talking, a muffled sound suddenly came from inside the house.

The three of them pushed the door open and walked in hurriedly.

Zizhu Yingchen had fallen off the couch to the ground, his mask tilted, revealing half of his pale face.

His eyes were red, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible... How could it be him... How could it be..."

"Uncle!" Feng Qingyue stepped forward quickly.

Zizhu Yingchen raised his hand to stop her from getting closer: "Qingyue, listen to your uncle."

His voice was horribly hoarse. "It can't be...that person."

"Who is it?" Feng Qingyue asked in confusion.

Zizhu Yingchen's fists clenched and creaked. "Regent... He's not the Regent."

These words struck the three of them like a bolt of thunder.

Feng Qingyue's eyes widened: "Uncle is saying... the Regent is..."

Zizhu Yingchen's voice was as deep as hell, "That face, I'm very familiar with it..."

He closed his eyes in pain.

Jun Linyuan grasped the key point keenly: "Senior, what you mean is, do you think the current regent is not the regent? And do you know this person now?"

Feng Qingcheng and Feng Qingyue turned to Jun Linyuan at the same time.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

---

The candlelight in the hall flickered.

The shadows of the three people were stretched out very long.

Casting flickering shadows on the wall.

“How…how is this possible?”

Feng Qingcheng's voice trembled a little, "The Regent has been in the court for more than 20 years. If it is really someone else pretending..."

Zizhu Yingchen's fingers unconsciously clenched their sleeves, and her fingertips turned slightly white.

He looked at Feng Qingyue and whispered, "Qingyue, have you ever seen the true face of the Regent?"

Feng Qingyue frowned and shook her head. "Never. Ever since I can remember, the Regent has always worn that black iron mask."

She paused, then turned her gaze to Zizhu Yingchen on the couch, "But if it's really as my uncle said..."

Zizhu Yingchen struggled to stand up, his silver mask glowing coldly in the candlelight.

His voice was hoarse. “That face… I will never mistake it.”

He closed his eyes in pain, "How could someone who should have died twenty years ago..."

Feng Qingyue quickly stepped forward and gently pressed her uncle's trembling shoulders: "Uncle, who are you talking about?"

---

The house fell into dead silence.

All that could be heard was Zizhu Yingchen's heavy breathing.

Zizhu Yingchen's eyes were fixed on Jun Linyuan.

From beneath the silver mask came his suppressed yet resolute voice: "Master Jun, I need you to do me a favor."

His fingers clenched the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white, as if he was trying hard to suppress some emotion that was about to explode.

"I'm going to the Regent's Palace."

Feng Qingyue's face suddenly changed when she heard this: "Uncle! Your body now——"

Zizhu Yingchen raised his hand to interrupt her, his voice low and firm: "I must confirm... that face, is it really him?"

Jun Linyuan's eyes were deep, and he said slowly: "Who do you suspect, Senior?"

Zizhu Yingchen was silent for a moment, and finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "... Wait until I confirm."

Jun Linyuan's gaze lingered on Zizhu Yingchen's trembling fingers for a moment, a dark light flickering in his eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand, and his three slender fingers drew a sharp arc in the candlelight: "Okay, I'll arrange it."

"Senior, please have a good rest first." Jun Linyuan said and walked out of the room.