Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Feng Qingyue was slightly dazed, and there seemed to be some fog in front of her eyes.

Chen Jinyu stretched out his hand and gently waved it in front of her eyes. His gentle voice brought her back to reality: "Qingyue, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Qingyue was stunned for a moment and whispered, "It's okay, let's go in." After that, she hurriedly followed Chen Jinyu and walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Inside the Prime Minister's Mansion

"Yu'er, you're back." Father Chen put down his pen and looked up with a kind smile. When his eyes fell on Feng Qingyue, he was slightly startled, then stood up and bowed solemnly: "Your Highness, I pay my respects to the goddess."

Feng Qingyue hurried forward to help him up, her tone somewhat anxious: "Uncle, please get up quickly! In front of you, Ah Yue is just Ah Yue, why do you need to perform such a grand ceremony?"

Father Chen looked at her with relief, his eyes full of pity: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for being rude." Then he turned to Chen Jinyu and said gently: "Your mother is watering the flowers in the backyard. She will be very happy to know that Ah Yue is here. Go and see her."

"Okay, father, we'll go there first." Chen Jinyu responded with a smile and led Feng Qingyue towards the backyard.

As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw Chen's mother bending over to water the flowers and plants, her eyes full of love. Chen Jinyu smiled and called out, "Mother, look who's here?"

Mother Chen turned around and was stunned when she saw Feng Qingyue. She then put down the watering can, walked quickly forward, and grasped Feng Qingyue's hand. "Ayue! It's really you! Are you feeling better? You've been bedridden for over six months. Why did you leave the palace?"

Feng Qingyue felt a warm feeling in her heart, and she smiled apologetically, "Aunt, Ah Yue is fine now, really. Don't worry."

Mother Chen's eyes were slightly red, and she sighed softly: "How can you be okay, child? You have been lying in bed for more than half a year, how can you be fine?" There was an unconcealable heartache in her tone.

Feng Qingyue felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but a soothing smile lingered in her eyes. "Auntie, I'm really fine. Look!" She spun around, her skirt unfurling like petals, her movements light and effortless. "Isn't it as good as it could be?"

Mother Chen was amused by her mischief and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'm glad you're okay! Come into the house quickly, your aunt has cooked your favorite dishes for you." After that, she took Feng Qingyue's hand.

Mother Chen carefully pushed the dishes one by one in front of Feng Qingyue, her tone full of doting: "These are your favorite dishes, eat more while they are hot."

Feng Qingyue picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into her mouth, but she found the taste complicated.

She looked down at the table full of food, a trace of bitterness in her eyes. This loving pair of parents, having lost their own daughter, still loved her so much. Feng Qingyue's heart surged with guilt and warmth, and she fought back the tears in her eyes.

As the night deepened, Chen Jinyu insisted on escorting Feng Qingyue back to the palace. When they reached the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Feng Qingyue turned around and whispered, "Brother Jinyu, there's no need to escort me. I can go back by myself."

Chen Jinyu stopped and frowned, saying, "It's getting late, I'd better take you to the palace gate."

Feng Qingyue hesitated for a moment and sighed softly: "Brother Jinyu, there is something I haven't told you yet. I will be leaving tomorrow."

Chen Jinyu paused, a trace of shock flashing across his eyes: "Leaving? Where to?"

"There are some things I need to do personally." Feng Qingyue's tone was firm, but there was a hint of reluctance.

Chen Jinyu frowned and asked in a low voice, "Have you mentioned this to the king? Does he agree?"

Feng Qingyue looked off into the distance, her voice slightly colder and more determined: "He will agree."

"Where are you going?" Chen Jinyu asked.

Feng Qingyue was silent for a moment before she whispered, "I don't know, maybe I'll leave Lan Country."

"Leave Lan Country?" Chen Jinyu's tone suddenly became a little louder. "You've never been out of Lan Country, and you're all alone. This is too dangerous!"

"I know it's dangerous, but this is what I have to do." Feng Qingyue took a deep breath, her voice filled with hidden persistence, "Brother Jinyu, don't worry about me, I will protect myself."

Chen Jinyu looked at her, wanting to speak but hesitant. Finally, he asked in a low voice: "Qingyue, what on earth is going on? Is it worth risking everything for you?"

Feng Qingyue raised her eyes, a look of determination and a hint of sadness in them. "Brother Jinyu, didn't I tell you? I dreamed of Jun Lingyuan, the emperor of the Beiming Dynasty. I didn't finish my words at the time, and the person he was looking for was me." She paused, then added, "I am the goddess of the Lan Kingdom. I can glimpse the future."

Chen Jinyu looked at her, complex emotions intertwined in his eyes, and finally turned into a low sigh: "Even if what you said is true, where are you going to find him? Are you really going to set foot in Beiming Kingdom?"

"I don't know now." Feng Qingyue said softly, her tone revealing deep confusion, "But I have to go."

The two fell into silence until the palace gate was right in front of them.

Chen Jinyu stopped the carriage and stared at Feng Qingyue. His voice was low but gentle: "Qingyue, no matter where you go or who you find, if you need anything, just tell me. You and Jin'er will always be my sisters."

Feng Qingyue bit her lip, a warm feeling welling up in her heart and a sore nose. She nodded gently and watched Chen Jinyu ride away, tears welling in her eyes.

The carriage slowly drove into the palace gate. In the night wind, her figure looked lonely and tough.