He Lan Tianxia

Upon entering the imperial palace, the handsome man abandoned his servants and women and went straight to the emperor's study.

"Father, what urgent matter do you have for Lan'er?"

"My son, come here quickly." The emperor was so anxious that he could hardly sit still. He solemnly summoned the handsome man to the table.

"Recently, the Prime Minister observed the celestial phenomena at night and warned me of an ominous sign. Today, the western sky and earth suddenly trembled, and the wind and clouds changed color. I have urgently summoned my son to discuss a foolproof plan."

"Father, rest assured, although the matter is strange, it does not seem to cause any harm."

"Why do you say such things, my son?"

"The sudden tremor of heaven and earth today was caused by an unknown woman. Your Majesty, I have brought this woman back to the palace and await your judgment after we have investigated the truth."

"Well done. Take him out and execute him immediately."

"Father, let me investigate thoroughly..."

"Enough, enough, just take him out and execute him."

"My son, I obey."

In a side room in the palace's rear courtyard, a handsome man stood with his hands behind his back. Looking at the suddenly darkening sky outside the window, he coldly said, "I've given you the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. What brings you to my country?"

The woman, having just had the net bag removed and regained her freedom, was stretching her limbs. She muttered to herself, "This palace's backyard seems quite grand, though a bit gloomy."

"If you confess the truth, perhaps I will show you leniency," the handsome man advised.

"Your Highness, do you know Murong Junlan?" The handsome man frowned slightly, not intending to answer. Their thoughts were wandering elsewhere.

"You still have half a cup of tea's time."

"Your Highness, could you take me for a stroll? If I see Murong Junlan, I will reward you handsomely."

"Ungrateful wretch." The handsome man uttered these words and strode away. A group of guards then filed in and escorted the bewildered woman to the Meridian Gate.

The woman panicked and began to curse, but the guards ignored her as if they were deaf. Suddenly, an important question occurred to her: had she accidentally traveled to the wrong dynasty? So she reached out and tugged at the sleeve of a nearby guard, asking, "Brother, what dynasty is this?" The guard didn't react. She then saw a handsome man standing in the distance and loudly asked, "Your Highness, what dynasty is this?"

The handsome man frowned, thinking to himself: "What kind of time is this to care about the dynasty?" He was quite displeased. With a flick of his right hand, a hidden arrow was instantly thrust into front of the executioner. The executioner nearly wet himself in fright and immediately shouted, "The auspicious hour has arrived!"

Damn it, isn't this a case of reaping what you sow? She wouldn't have died so quickly if she hadn't asked, but the moment she did, the knife came at her. She glared fiercely at the handsome man, wishing she could tear him to pieces. The woman was extremely remorseful at this moment, thinking that if she were decapitated, she didn't know if she could even travel back in time. Even if she did, she didn't know if she could reassemble herself into her original form. She regretted it so much. Going on a trip with her classmates was fine, but why did she have to go to the temple to pray for blessings? Now, she hadn't received any blessings, and her life was gone. It was all her vanity's fault. She shouldn't have believed that old monk who said she was some kind of princess, that her fate with Prince Murong Junlan wasn't over, and that if he fell in love with her, she could live a life of wealth and glory. Wealth and glory my foot! She hadn't even seen a ghost of Murong Junlan, and she was already dead. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She guessed she was the most pathetic one among the transmigrators.

What to do? They couldn't just wait to die here. Just as the executioner's blade was about to fall, a mournful cry rang out, a gust of wind swept overhead, and then the eagle she called "Potato" swooped down. The executioner cried out "Ah!" and the blade clattered to the ground.

"Potatoes!" she exclaimed with delight. But before she could even process her joy, a hail of arrows rained down on the eagle. The eagle, its eyes wide with fury, flapped its wings and soared into the sky. But a bird is no match for the palace guards. A hidden arrow whistled past, wounding the eagle's leg, and the eagle, still in pain, landed on the woman's shoulder. The eagle flapped its wings, letting out a mournful cry. Everyone was stunned.

"Stop!" The handsome man finally couldn't bear to watch any longer. A sudden, dull pain shot through his chest. He made up his mind; he would plead with his father for mercy.

"Who dares to disobey the imperial decree?" The Emperor has arrived.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty," the handsome man stepped forward and bowed.

"This witch's origins are unknown; she should be beheaded and her head displayed to the public," the Emperor declared resolutely.

“Father, but this woman certainly doesn’t seem like an assassin.”

"Enough, enough! There are ominous signs in the heavens. Execute him immediately."

"Ha..." The woman suddenly burst into laughter. She said to the emperor, "What ominous sign? Execution on the spot? You're the emperor, aren't you? Let me tell you, I'm a time traveler from the 21st century. Do you even have any law here? Killing innocent people indiscriminately without asking any questions, where is the law?"

"You audacious vixen, how dare you disregard me! I am enraged! Guards, execute her on the spot!"

"Father, please reconsider."

With a deafening roar, a bolt of lightning struck the sky, and in the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered. The Emperor was terrified and hurriedly said, "Summon the sorcerer!"

Led by palace guards, a group of wizards lined up, displaying various magical artifacts and chanting incantations.

The woman took one look and burst out laughing. What the hell? Do you think I'm a monster? I wish I were a monster so I could escape on a cloud and avoid waiting to die here.

"Execute him!" the emperor commanded in a fit of rage.

A man, an eagle, and four eyes glared fiercely at the emperor. The woman struggled desperately with her hands, her chin accidentally bumping into something. A cold light shot out, colliding with the blade of the butcher's knife, sparks flying everywhere.

A glass lock? The woman then remembered the old monk had given her a magical artifact, warning her not to touch it unless absolutely necessary. But it was too late, far too late. The butcher's knife slammed down...

"No!" In the blink of an eye, a thin rope flew out with a flash of cold light, instantly knocking the executioner's blade away. Then, a figure teleported in a flash, severing all the ropes binding the woman in a few swift movements. The newcomer, with a swift, graceful motion, swept the woman across the execution ground like a roc spreading its wings. The handsome man casually pulled the arrow from the eagle's leg, and the eagle, with a cry, also flew away.

"My beloved, you've been frightened." The handsome man gazed at the woman in his arms with deep affection.

The woman, still shaken, stared blankly at the handsome man's face for a long while before finally asking, "Are you Murong Junlan?"

"My beloved consort, have you forgotten me?" The handsome man carried the woman back to the prince's residence, claiming her as his consort, immediately causing a sensation. The prince was already twenty years old but still unmarried. The emperor had tried every means to bestow a marriage upon him, but all his attempts had been rejected, leaving him with no choice but to let things be. Now, suddenly, a consort appeared, and the prince himself acknowledged her—how astonishing!

The handsome man settled the woman in his bedroom to rest, instructed the maids to take good care of the princess, and then left. Lying on the small-leaf sandalwood bed, although the woman hadn't recovered from the shock of escaping death, she was still excited. After all, Prince Murong Junlan had recognized her and acknowledged her as his princess! My god! Was I dreaming? She slapped herself hard. Ouch! It wasn't a dream. So she happily fell asleep on the small-leaf sandalwood bed and really did have a dream. She dreamed that she and Murong Junlan lived a blissful life together, a life of love that no one envied.

The execution ground was thus abruptly overturned, leaving the stunned crowd utterly speechless. The Emperor, snapping out of his daze, immediately ordered the still-stunned Imperial Guards to surround the Prince's mansion. Murong Junlan stood before the mansion's gates, coldly surveying the Imperial Guards and the assembled sorcerers before them, a half-smile playing on his lips as he addressed the Emperor: "Father, if you continue to pressure me, then don't blame me for offending you." With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind swept through, causing the Imperial Guards to sway violently, and the sorcerers, their bodies frail, to collapse to the ground.

The Emperor, seated in his imperial carriage, was furious. Clutching his aching chest, he roared, "You monster! You monster! Seal off the Prince's residence! Anyone entering or leaving must be killed on sight!" The Emperor was heartbroken. Murong Junlan was his most outstanding son, and he was preparing to make him Crown Prince. Now, this unreliable commotion was causing the Emperor a real headache.