Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Temple of the Goddess

In the early morning, a thin mist shrouded the Goddess Temple. The morning light penetrated the layers of clouds and mist, rendering the temple with an ethereal tranquility.

Lan Xuanming's voice was low and gentle, filled with concern, echoing in the hall: "Ayue, I heard that you went to visit the Prime Minister and his wife yesterday. Are they okay?"

Feng Qingyue lowered her eyebrows slightly, lightly grasped her sleeves with both hands, and a hint of sadness and guilt appeared in her expression.

Her voice was gentle, but it couldn't hide the struggle deep within her: "Your Majesty, I did visit the Prime Minister and his wife yesterday. His wife is in good health, but she has been unable to recover since Jin'er's passing."

Lan Xuanming frowned slightly when he heard this, and sighed with a hint of pity: "When Jin'er left, you were seriously ill in bed, and my wife was always in a low mood when she came to the palace to visit you.

She treated you like her own daughter, and now that Jin'er is gone, you are her only comfort. If you have time, visit her more often, and it will comfort her.

Feng Qingyue shook her head gently, and when she looked up, her eyes revealed a certainty and unspeakable determination: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that Ah Yue will never have the chance to visit her again. Every time I see her, I feel guilty and uneasy."

Lan Xuanming was slightly startled, staring at her deeply, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Why?"

Feng Qingyue's tone was calm, yet it carried a determination that could not be ignored: "Your Majesty, didn't I already tell you that Ah Yue is about to leave the palace?"

As soon as these words landed, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy. Lan Xuanming's expression suddenly darkened. He stared at her quietly, his eyes complex and filled with turbulent emotions.

Feng Qingyue lowered her eyebrows and sighed softly, her tone pleading: "Your Majesty, Ah Yue has made up her mind, I hope you can fulfill it."

Lan Xuanming was silent for a moment, his tone filled with suppressed uneasiness and faint anger: "Qingyue, do you know what leaving the palace means? As a goddess, you are not only the guardian of Lan Country, but also the faith of the people.

Your departure is not just a personal decision, but also concerns the stability of the country."

Feng Qingyue raised her eyes, her expression firm and forbearing. "Your Majesty, I understand this action will spark controversy. But this is my destiny. If I don't pursue it, I will carry regrets for the rest of my life."

Lan Xuanming spoke in a cold tone, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart: "Fate? Ah Yue, what is fate?"

Feng Qingyue paused, her expression complex yet resolute. "Your Majesty, I was born a goddess, and I often have dreams that predict future events. Lately, I've always seen someone waiting for me in my dreams. This isn't just a fleeting illusion, but the guidance of fate."

Lan Xuanming's eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was low: "Qingyue, for a dream, you are willing to abandon the people of Lan Country and your responsibilities? Do you know how great the price of your departure is?"

Feng Qingyue thought to herself, "But this person isn't the one in her dream, but someone she's actually been with!"

Feng Qingyue then replied softly but firmly, "Your Majesty, as a goddess, I will not abandon the people, nor will I shirk my responsibilities.

Regarding my departure from the palace, I hope the king will announce to the public that I am praying for the Lan Kingdom in the Goddess Temple. No one will know of my departure. And my pursuit is also for the future of the Lan Kingdom."

Lan Xuanming remained silent for a long time, complex emotions swirling in his eyes. He finally spoke slowly, his tone of compromise: "Qingyue, although I don't understand your obsession, I respect your choice.

I will announce to the public that you are in seclusion to pray for blessings, but there is one condition - three guards must accompany you. They will not only protect your safety, but also report any news to the palace at any time."

Feng Qingyue was slightly startled, and looked at Lan Xuanming with complicated eyes. Finally, she nodded slowly: "Thank you for your help, Your Majesty. Ah Yue will definitely live up to your trust."

Lan Xuanming looked at her from behind, his eyes complex and unable to conceal his reluctance, and whispered: "Qingyue, no matter where you are, remember that Lan Country will always have your back."

Feng Qingyue turned around and bowed solemnly: "Ayue understands, thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

The next morning, a thin mist covered the palace gate, and a faint chill filled the air between heaven and earth.

Feng Qingyue, dressed in plain clothes, stood in front of the carriage, her eyes calm and resolute. She held her cloak lightly with both hands, her posture erect.

Lan Xuanming stood before her, his expression stern yet unable to conceal his concern. He stared at Feng Qingyue, his voice low and unyielding, "Qingyue, the road ahead is dangerous. You must proceed with caution. Although you have guards with you, you must not venture out alone."

Feng Qingyue bowed solemnly, her voice calm but firm: "Ayue will remember the king's teachings and will not let you worry."

Chen Jinyu, standing nearby, slowly stepped forward, his gaze deep, filled with reluctance and worry. He whispered, "Qingyue, the external situation is turbulent right now, and you might not be able to escape unscathed. Furthermore, the existence of that person is still unknown, so why are you so persistent?"

Feng Qingyue smiled gently, her eyes firm: "Brother Jinyu, if Ah Yue doesn't pursue it, she will regret it in her life. Please rest assured, I will protect myself."

Chen Jinyu sighed, feeling helpless and emotional: "In this case, I can only wish you a safe journey. If you encounter any danger or obstacles, please be sure to let me know, and don't try to be stubborn."

Feng Qingyue nodded, gratitude flashing in her eyes: "Thank you, Brother Jinyu, for your concern."

Lan Xuanming turned to the guards, his tone sharp and firm: "You must protect the goddess well. If there is any mistake, bring your head to me!"

The three guards knelt on one knee and accepted the order in unison: "We swear to protect you until death!"

Feng Qingyue slowly boarded the carriage, turned back to look at them, and said in a soft but firm voice: "Your Majesty, Brother Jinyu, A Yue is leaving."

The carriage slowly drove away from the palace gate, the mist gradually dissipated, and the morning light shone on the shafts.

Feng Qingyue lifted the curtain and her gaze fell on the palace wall that was gradually receding, with complex emotions surging in her eyes.

The bitterness of separation and the desire for freedom intertwined in her heart.

As she murmured softly, her gaze grew more determined: "Jun Lingyuan... where are you? Where should I go to find you? But no matter how dangerous the road ahead, I will definitely find you."

The sound of wheels faded away, leaving only the chirping of birds and the whisper of the wind in the early morning. Feng Qingyue's lips curled up slightly, with a look of anticipation and fearlessness at the prospect of a new life.

"From now on, no matter how high the sky is or how far the earth is, I will conquer it all." Her voice was as light as the morning breeze, but full of determination.

Lan Xuanming stood before the palace gate, his gaze following the figure in plain clothes for a long time. Chen Jinyu sighed softly, "Your Majesty, can Qingyue really find this person and return safely?"

Lan Xuanming closed his eyes, his tone revealing suppressed uneasiness and deep helplessness: "She is a goddess and the pillar of Lan Country.

But she may be carrying many obsessions in her heart that we cannot understand. This journey is full of dangers, but I can't stop her after all."

Chen Jinyu frowned, his voice low, "But this trip isn't just a simple farewell; it's a quest to find a shadow in a dream. If that dream comes to nothing, where will she go?"

Lan Xuanming opened his eyes, his complex emotions condensed into a deep gaze: "Qingyue has never done anything meaningless. Her determination may come from some kind of calling of fate.