Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Feng Qingyue was surrounded by assassins and was struggling to resist. She knew in her heart that her current situation was extremely dangerous.

Elsewhere, Jun Lingyuan was also engaged in a fierce battle with the assassin. Entangled and unable to escape, he searched the crowd for Feng Qingyue's figure. Every time he saw the assassin charging towards Feng Qingyue, his heart felt as if it were being suddenly gripped. He wasn't aware of the special feelings he harbored for Feng Qingyue, but they only became more pronounced in the face of danger. It was a powerful urge to protect her and not allow her to come to any harm. Though the feelings weren't yet intense and deep, they grew stubbornly like a young sprout just breaking through the soil, spurred by danger.

Just when Feng Qingyue was on the verge of despair, a melodious flute sound drifted in. The sound seemed to have a magical power. When the assassins heard it, they all stopped and showed hesitation on their faces.

A man in white arrived. He was tall and handsome, like a fallen immortal. He held a jade flute, his eyes cold and deep.

The man in white simply waved the jade flute in his hand, and with a burst of internal energy, he knocked the assassin who was approaching Feng Qingyue away. He looked at Feng Qingyue with a hint of concern in his eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Miss, are you okay?"

Although Feng Qingyue had her doubts about this man who suddenly appeared, she had no other choice at the moment. She shook her head and said, "Thank you for your help, sir. I am fine for now."

The man nodded slightly, then turned to look at the assassins. His eyes instantly turned cold and said, "You are a bunch of scoundrels. How dare you commit violence and hurt people in broad daylight? Do you think there is no law in this world?"

The assassin who seemed to be the leader said, "Sir, please do not meddle in other people's business. This woman has some grudge against us, and we must take her away today."

The man in white sneered, "With me here, you won't succeed." With that, he flashed and charged into the group of assassins. His movements were ethereal, and the jade flute in his hands was like a peerless divine weapon. Every swing of his hand accurately struck the assassins' acupuncture points, rendering them powerless.

Soon, the assassins saw the situation was bad and fled. The man in white did not pursue them, but turned back to Feng Qingyue.

Feng Qingyue said gratefully, "Sir, your kindness is so great. I don't know how to repay you."

The man in white smiled faintly and said, "Miss, don't worry. When you see injustice, you should draw your sword and help. But why did you provoke these assassins?"

Feng Qingyue sighed softly and said, "It's a long story. I was strolling on the street with my friends when we were suddenly attacked by these assassins and became separated from them."

Upon hearing this, the man in white comforted her, "Don't worry, young lady. Your friend must be a skilled martial artist and will be safe. I wonder what your plans are now? Are you looking for your friend?"

Feng Qingyue was worried about Jun Lingyuan, so she said without hesitation, "I really want to find my friend as soon as possible. Can you help me?"

The man in white nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, young lady. I will do my best."

Feng Qingyue and the man in white began to search for Jun Lingyuan. They searched carefully along the path they had taken, but saw nothing but a scene of fighting. Feng Qingyue grew increasingly anxious, her gaze darting through the crowd as she called out Jun Lingyuan's name, but there was no response.

As the sky darkened, the hope of finding him grew slimmer. Feng Qingyue's eyes were filled with disappointment and worry. She knew that Jun Lingyuan might have met with misfortune under these circumstances, but she didn't want to believe it.

Seeing Feng Qingyue so distressed, the man in white said softly, "Miss, it's getting late. Blindly searching like this isn't the right approach. You've been frightened and seriously injured today. Why don't you come to my house and rest for a while before making any plans?"

Although Feng Qingyue was reluctant to give up her search for Jun Lingyuan, she also knew that it would be difficult for her to continue in her current state, and she was also filled with unease in this unfamiliar world. She gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll trouble you, sir."

The man in white brought Feng Qingyue to a mountain villa. The villa looked extremely grand, with a plaque above the gate reading "Number One Mountain Villa Under Heaven." Stepping inside, the villa was exquisitely and elegantly laid out, with pavilions and towers arranged in an orderly fashion. The garden was filled with exotic flowers and plants, emitting bursts of delicate fragrance.

The man in white arranged for Feng Qingyue to stay in the guest room and ordered the servants to prepare clothes and food for her. Feng Qingyue sat in the guest room, but her heart could not let go of Jun Lingyuan, and she secretly prayed that Jun Lingyuan would find her soon.

Meanwhile, Jun Lingyuan, having finally fought off the assassin, discovered that Feng Qingyue had disappeared. Furious, he dispatched all his secret guards to track down Feng Qingyue. He also searched the area, muttering to himself, "Qingyue, where are you?"

His eyes were filled with unprecedented anxiety and worry, and the newly budding emotions in his heart were now stirring wantonly. He could not bear the possibility of losing Feng Qingyue. He realized that this woman had already occupied a special place in his heart. Although this occupation was not complete or profound, it was enough to make him search for her desperately.

He was filled with regret, regretting that he had failed to protect Feng Qingyue. He secretly vowed that as long as he found Feng Qingyue, he would never let her fall into such danger again.

At this time, Jun Lingyuan was no longer the almighty monarch, but an ordinary man who was anxious and running around for his beloved woman.

After Feng Qingyue settled down at Ling Yuxiao's manor, she was seriously injured and didn't wake up until three days later. Ling Yuxiao arranged for a maid from the manor to take care of her.

As her health gradually improved, Feng Qingyue became curious about the world's number one villa and had many questions for Ling Yuxiao.

One day, the sun was shining brightly. Ling Yuxiao came to visit Feng Qingyue. Seeing that she was in good spirits, he asked, "Miss Qingyue, how are you feeling today?"

Feng Qingyue smiled and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Master Ling. I'm feeling much better now. These past few days at the manor, I've seen how well-organized and extraordinary it is. I'm truly curious about you and this number one manor in the world."

Ling Yuxiao chuckled, sat down on a chair by the window, and said, "Since you're interested, I'll tell you. This No. 1 Mountain Villa has been passed down for a hundred years. Our ancestors were chivalrous men in the martial arts world, establishing the villa with martial arts and governing it with benevolence. My generation must not abandon the traditions of our ancestors."

Feng Qingyue's eyes lit up and she said, "So that's how it is. Then the young master must be a master of martial arts."

Ling Yuxiao said modestly, "I only know a little bit. This villa not only inherits martial arts, but also has many unique skills. For example, the garden layout of this villa is integrated with the art of Qimen Dunjia. It can not only resist foreign enemies, but also be pleasing to the eye."

Feng Qingyue couldn't help but exclaim: "This is truly amazing."

"The business in the village is spread all over the place, involving many industries such as silk, tea, weapons, etc., but every business adheres to the principles of fairness, justice and honesty." Ling Yuxiao continued.

Feng Qingyue secretly admired Ling Yuxiao in her heart. She asked again, "What are your hobbies, sir?"

Ling Yuxiao's eyes softened. "I enjoy playing the zither and studying medicine. I just hope I can do more useful things in this world."

As Feng Qingyue listened to Ling Yuxiao's story, her understanding of him gradually deepened. She saw the image of a young master who cared about the world and was gentle and elegant.

During their time together, Ling Yuxiao would occasionally discuss poetry and songs with Feng Qingyue. Feng Qingyue's unique modern insights often made Ling Yuxiao feel novel.

Although Feng Qingyue was living well in the Number One Villa under Heaven, she still felt a little worried about Jun Lingyuan. She silently prayed for his safety. She still had to wait for him to take her back to the palace. What if she could travel back then?

As for Jun Lingyuan, he and his men frantically searched for Feng Qingyue for several days, but had no choice but to return to the palace.

After returning to the palace, he ordered his secret guards Qianyi and Qianer to continue the search, leaving no clues unturned. His eyes were filled with fatigue and determination, and the heart that was moved by Feng Qingyue drove him to keep moving forward, determined to find her.