Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

When the three of them left the room,

Feng Qingcheng closed the door with her backhand very gently.

Afraid of disturbing the people in the house.

Jun Linyuan suddenly turned to Feng Qingcheng and said in a low voice:

"Qingcheng, go check on the patrol personnel and shift changes at the Regent's Palace. Remember to pay attention to the tokens they wear around their waists. I'll go find out how many secret guards are hiding in the dark. Tomorrow night, we'll work together to let Senior find out."

Feng Qingcheng nodded solemnly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the hilt of the sword:

"Understood. By the way, should we send someone to check the Regent's recent schedule?"

"No need." Jun Linyuan shook his head.

"The more we inquire, the more likely we are to alert the enemy. We just need to understand the palace's defense layout."

Feng Qingcheng thought for a moment, "You're right. I'll do it right away."

"Go ahead."

---

Jun Linyuan turned to Feng Qingyue, his eyes softening slightly. He reached out and smoothed her hair that had been messed up by the night wind.

"Qingyue, Senior is not very emotional right now, you stay and look after him. Remember, no matter what you hear, do not act rashly."

Feng Qingyue grabbed Jun Linyuan's hand, which was about to be withdrawn, her eyes full of worry: "I understand. Uncle's current condition is indeed worrying."

"Don't let your imagination run wild." Jun Linyuan gently pinched her fingertips, "Once we find out the truth, everything will come to light."

Feng Qingcheng clasped her fists and said, "Don't worry, Miss Feng, we are here for you."

Feng Qingyue forced a smile and said, "I understand. You must be careful. The commander of the secret guards of the Regent Palace is said to be an expert in poison."

---

Feng Qingyue stood in the courtyard, watching the two people leave.

The night breeze blew through her hair, bringing a hint of coolness.

She looked up at the dark night sky, only to see dark clouds covering the moon and even the stars disappearing.

"My uncle's reaction is so intense..." she murmured to herself.

"Who is the true identity of the Regent? Why did my usually calm uncle lose control so much? Is there some unknown secret hidden in the incident twenty years ago?"

She took a deep breath and turned to the kitchen.

The cook who was on duty at night saw her come in and quickly stood up: "Miss, are you hungry? I will..."

"No need to bother." Feng Qingyue waved her hand, "I just want to get some snacks for my uncle."

The cook sighed upon hearing this and took out the still warm jujube paste cake from the steamer:

"Young Master Zizhu loves this. How about a bowl of calming lily and lotus seed soup?"

"Thank you."

---

Feng Qingyue smiled gratefully and personally carried the food tray back to Zizhu Yingchen's room.

I opened the door and saw my uncle still sitting on the couch.

The silver mask had been taken off and placed aside, revealing a face full of melancholy.

His eyes were empty and painful, and his fingers unconsciously tugged at the embroidery threads on the quilt.

"Uncle..." Feng Qingyue called softly, placing the food tray on the small table, "I brought your favorite date paste cake."

Zizhu Yingchen suddenly came back to his senses and forced a smile: "Qingyue is thoughtful."

Feng Qingyue poured him a cup of hot tea.

Amidst the aroma of tea, she noticed that her uncle's hands were still trembling slightly.

"Uncle, please have some tea first."

Zizhu Yingchen took the teacup and suddenly asked, "Qingyue, do you believe that there is such a thing as resurrection from the dead in this world?"

Feng Qingyue paused and almost knocked over the teapot.

She calmed herself down and answered cautiously:

"Ancient texts do record the secret art of reincarnating the dead, but... who did Uncle meet?"

Zizhu Yingchen gave a bitter laugh, clutching the teacup with white knuckles: "I would never mistake that face. But how is it possible..."

"Uncle, you mean... the Regent?" Feng Qingyue asked cautiously.

Zizhu Yingchen closed his eyes and his Adam's apple rolled a few times.

"I can't confirm it yet... I'll go and confirm it myself tomorrow night and then tell you."

Feng Qingyue nodded and pushed the date paste cake in front of him.

"Uncle, please eat something first. No matter who that person is, we need to be well rested before we can deal with him."

She watched her uncle mechanically take a bite of the pastry and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, should we tell Sister Ali about this? She seems very worried about you..."

"Ali?" Zizhu Yingchen looked up suddenly, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes, "Don't tell her..."

"But my sister is very perceptive. I'm afraid she has already thought of it."

Zizhu Yingchen sighed and put the remaining half of the cake back on the plate.

"She's suffered so much over the years...Qingyue, go tell her I'm fine and don't worry."

"Okay." Feng Qingyue stood up and tucked the quilt in for him. "You can rest first. I'll be guarding outside."

---

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Feng Qingyue opened the door and saw Ali standing outside with her skirt lifted up.

The pearl hairpin in her hair was askew, obviously she had come in a hurry.

"Qingyue!" Ali grabbed her hand, her fingertips were cold.

"Did something happen to Yingchen? I just saw Pavilion Master Jun and Master Feng rush out without even saying hello..."

Feng Qingyue quickly made a gesture to keep quiet.

"Sister, please keep your voice down. Uncle just went to bed."

She pulled Ali to sit on the soft couch outside.

"Uncle just got a little upset, he just needs to rest."

Ali stared at her doubtfully.

"Really? Then why did you hide it from me?"

She suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Is it... related to meeting the Regent today?"

Feng Qingyue's heart skipped a beat, and she forced herself to remain calm and asked, "Sister, why do you ask that?"

"I..." Ali bit her lip, and the water in the teacup rippled slightly.

"Apart from the enemy who destroyed the Zizhu family, I can't think of anything else that could cause Yingchen to get into trouble."

Her voice suddenly choked. "For ten years, he has been awakened by nightmares every night, but he never told me the details..."

Feng Qingyue held Ali's trembling hands,

I noticed that her palms were covered in cold sweat.

"Sister, don't be like this. Uncle just told me that he's fine and asked you not to worry."

“He really said that?”

Tears welled up in Ali's eyes, and then she became alert again.

"No, you must be hiding something from me. Qingyue, tell me the truth!"

---

Feng Qingyue looked at Ali's anxious expression and sighed in her heart.

My sister is indeed a sensible person.

She patted the back of Ali's hand gently and said softly, "Don't worry! Everything will be fine."

Ali's frown relaxed slightly and she nodded.

Under the candlelight, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were particularly clear, and the worry she had for her uncle over the years was engraved on her face.

"It's getting late now, sister, go and have some rest."

Feng Qingyue held Ali's hand and let go. "I'll make some food for uncle tomorrow to nourish his body."

Ali's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly.

"Okay! I'll make him some ginseng chicken soup tomorrow morning, and some soothing medicinal food."

She stood up as she spoke, and suddenly reached out to tidy up Feng Qingyue's hair.

"Qingyue should also rest early and don't get too tired."

"Yeah." She forced a smile.

---

When Ali's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor,

The smile on Feng Qingyue's face gradually faded.

She leaned against the door, looking at the pear blossom in full bloom in the yard. The moonlight made the petals almost transparent.

“Hopefully this will all end soon…”