Huanzhu Time Travel: Yan Luo's Unbreakable Love in the Yong Dynasty

Outside the old temple, Furen frowned, his eyes fixed on the dark cave entrance, his hands clenched unconsciously, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his face filled with tension. His men beside him also dared not breathe, craning their necks to peer into the cave as if they could see right through it.

One of his men couldn't help but rub his hands together, then leaned close to Furen and whispered, "Sir, it's been quite a while now, and there's still no sign of anything. It's driving me crazy!" As he spoke, he kept standing on tiptoe to look around, his face full of anxiety and worry.

Furen glared at him, made a shushing gesture, and whispered sternly, "Don't make a sound, wait a little longer, we can't afford to lose our composure now!" As he spoke, he paced back and forth, the pebbles under his feet crunching under his feet, each step revealing his inner unease.

The young henchman inside the cave leaned against the cave wall, his body taut like a fully drawn bow. Hearing the footsteps growing closer, his hand gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white. His eyes widened, staring intently ahead, his breathing becoming rapid, his mind racing: "Please, please, don't let it be something deadly!"

Just then, a mouse darted past his feet, startling him so much that he almost screamed. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. His body trembled slightly, and it took him a while to recover before he continued to cautiously observe his surroundings.

Inside the palace, Xiao Yanzi was restless. She would stand up and pace around the room, then sit back down, twisting the hem of her dress incessantly. Her brows were furrowed, and she kept muttering, "Oh dear, what's wrong with Lord Fu Lun and the others? We haven't heard a thing! I'm so worried!"

Consort Ling, standing to the side, also looked worried. She bit her lip and glanced at the door from time to time. Her hands were folded in front of her, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the handkerchief. She gently comforted Xiao Yanzi, saying, "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. Lord Fu Lun is a lucky man, and I'm sure news will come soon."

Lin Yuxuan couldn't contain himself any longer. He jumped around the room like an ant on a hot pan, waving his hands incessantly and shouting, "Sister, Consort Ling, just waiting isn't going to work! We have to think of a way, otherwise I'm so anxious, it's like a cat is scratching my heart!"

Little Swallow hurriedly walked up to him, reached out and grabbed him, saying anxiously, "Yuxuan, stop messing around! What can we do now? Going there will only cause more trouble. Just wait patiently, okay?" As she spoke, she tugged at his arm hard, her face full of helplessness and anxiety.

Lin Yuhang sighed repeatedly, arms crossed, brows furrowed, and looked at Lin Yuxuan, saying, "Yuxuan, just listen to your sister, don't make things worse. Everyone is anxious, but we can only wait now."

Lin Yuxuan stomped his foot in anger, plopped down in a chair, buried his head in his hands, and muttered, "Hmph, this wait is too agonizing, I can't take it anymore!"

Inside the imperial study, Hongli's face was grim. He slammed the memorial in his hand heavily onto the table with a loud "thud," startling Su Peisheng. Hongli stood up, put his hands behind his back, and strode around the room, each step filled with anger. His eyes seemed to spit fire as he roared, "Su Peisheng, what's going on! There's still no news! What are those people doing?!"

Su Peisheng hurriedly knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head, his body bowed low, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please calm down! This servant has already sent someone to urge you again, and I believe news will come back soon. Please calm down, Your Majesty's health is of utmost importance!"

Hongli walked up to Su Peisheng, stopped, pointed at him and scolded, "Hmph, you'd better have news soon. If anything goes wrong, I will hold you responsible!" After saying that, he continued pacing angrily, and the atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Outside the old temple, the young subordinate waited for a while. Seeing that there was no further movement, he cautiously continued to move into the cave, his steps extremely light, as if afraid of disturbing something. He occasionally felt around on the cave wall to see if there were any mechanisms or anything like that. His expression was extremely tense, and his lips were trembling slightly.

Fu Lun waited anxiously at the cave entrance, constantly rubbing his hands together. He would squat down to look into the cave, then stand up and gaze into the distance, muttering, "Please come out safely, please come out safely!" Anyone who saw him could feel his worry.

Meanwhile, in the woods surrounding the old temple, several dark figures seemed to be quietly approaching. They moved with extreme stealth, their footsteps so light they were almost inaudible, yet their eyes were fixed on the direction of the old temple, their gazes carrying an unusual meaning, as if an even greater crisis was quietly approaching, and what kind of vortex everyone's fate would be drawn into was still unknown.

This chapter concludes here. Stay tuned for the next chapter.