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

Outside the old temple, Furen was intently feeling his way along the cave wall, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the ground with a soft sound. Suddenly, his hand seemed to touch something unusual. His body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened, and he said nervously, "Everyone be careful, something seems off here!" As he spoke, he quickly withdrew his hand, took a step back, his face full of vigilance, his brows furrowing even deeper, as if a great disaster was about to befall him at any moment.

The trembling henchman turned pale with fright, his lips shaking as he cried out in a sob, "Sir, what...what's wrong now? We...we're not really going to die here, are we? Waaah..." As he spoke, he clung tightly to Furen's arm, his body shaking like a leaf, his eyes filled with terror, his legs weak. If it weren't for Furen and the ropes supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

Another subordinate, his face contorted with grief, burst into tears, his snot and tears streaming down his face. He cried out in despair, "It's all over! It's a dead end, sir! I don't want to die! What will happen to my family?" As he spoke, he frantically wiped his face with his hands, his movements frantic and helpless. He shrank back, as if trying to get as far away from the dangerous cave wall as possible, but where could he hide in this narrow cave? His desperate appearance was truly pitiful.

The young henchman inside the cave screamed in terror, "Ah! Sir, I... I dare not move! It's too scary!" He pressed himself tightly against the cave wall, covered his eyes with his hands, curled up into a ball, his face pale, tears seeping from between his fingers, muttering words of fear, looking as if he had been targeted by death.

Fu Lun gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! The more this happens, the more we need to stay calm. Maybe it's just a false alarm!" Although he tried to sound calm, his voice trembled noticeably, and his eyes showed a hint of panic. He tried his best to encourage everyone, waving his hands in the air to try to cheer them up, but his hands were also shaking uncontrollably.

Inside the palace, Xiao Yanzi was frantic, her face flushed and tears welling in her eyes. She pushed Lin Yuhang away forcefully with both hands, shouting, "Yuhang, don't stop me! I really can't wait any longer! If anything happens to Lord Fulun and the others, I will never forgive myself!" Her brows were furrowed, her eyes wide with anxiety and determination. She leaned forward, using all her strength, but Lin Yuhang remained unmoved, blocking the doorway.

Lin Yuhang also panicked, his face turning red. He shouted back at Xiao Yanzi, "Sister, wake up! If you go now, you won't be able to help, and you might even get yourself into trouble. Think about the consequences!" He gripped the door frame even tighter, his fingers turning white from the force. His feet were rooted to the ground, his eyes filled with seriousness and unquestionable determination, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he refused to budge an inch.

Consort Ling was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet and twisting her handkerchief incessantly. She walked to Xiao Yanzi's side, frowned, and advised, "Your Majesty, you mustn't act rashly! If something happens to you, the palace and the outside world will be in chaos!" Her eyes were full of worry, her anxiety was becoming more and more obvious, and her body was trembling slightly. As she spoke, she reached out to pull Xiao Yanzi's arm, trying to pull her back from Lin Yuhang.

Lin Yuxuan jumped back and forth, waving his hands and shouting until his voice was almost hoarse: "Oh dear, what should we do? I'm so anxious! I'm so anxious! Sister, Brother Yuhang, can't we think of another way?" His face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and his anxious and helpless appearance was like an ant on a hot pan, constantly pacing around in place, glancing at the door every now and then, wishing he could rush out immediately.

Inside the imperial study, Hongli, enraged, swept the inkstone off the table and smashed it to the ground with a loud crash, splattering ink everywhere. He roared, "Useless! A bunch of useless trash! No news after all this time! What use are you to me?" His chest heaved violently, his eyes widened like copper bells, his face contorted with rage, and his hands waved wildly in the air. His furious aura seemed to threaten to overturn the entire imperial study, and his body trembled slightly with anger.

The guard was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and pleading in a tearful voice, "Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me! This servant will go and urge you again. Even if it costs me my life, I will bring the message back!" His head pounded on the ground with a loud thud, and his forehead quickly broke open, blood seeping out. But he didn't care about the pain. All he could think about was how to appease the emperor's anger. His body trembled like a leaf in the wind, and he lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

In the woods surrounding the old temple, the leader of the shadowy figures, seeing the renewed commotion, grew an even more sinister smile. He lowered his voice and said to his men, "Haha, looks like they're about to give up. Brothers, get ready to attack! Be ruthless, don't let them escape!" With that, he drew his knife, brandishing it in the air. The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight. His eyes flashed with ruthlessness and impatience. Leaning forward, he assumed a charging stance, waiting for the order to unleash a massacre.

The other shadowy figures echoed their cries, yelling excitedly. One of them shouted, "Don't worry, boss! This time we'll make sure they don't leave alive! We'll get our credit!" As he spoke, he proudly brandished his weapon, his eyes gleaming with greed and ferocity, his face full of eager anticipation, his body throbbing restlessly, as if he could already see the dawn of victory and the reward that was about to be his.

On Liu Qing and Liu Hong's side, Liu Qing was so anxious that he kept circling around Little Swallow, scratching his head and saying anxiously, "Little Swallow, please don't cry, okay? Look how worried your brother is! If you keep crying, I really don't know what to do!" His face was full of helplessness and anxiety, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes showed helplessness. He squatted down and stood up again, gesturing with his hands, but Little Swallow kept crying and ignored him completely.

Liu Hong was almost at her wit's end. She squatted down, cupped Xiao Xiao Yanzi's face in her hands, and said gently yet urgently, "Xiao Xiao Yanzi, be good. It breaks my heart to see you crying like this. Let's not think about those unhappy things for now, okay?" Her eyes were full of heartache, and her eyes were slightly red. She had a forced smile on her face, but that smile was full of anxiety. Her hands became a little flustered as she gently wiped away Xiao Xiao Yanzi's tears, but it seemed like she could never wipe them away completely.

The man hidden in the shadows crossed his arms, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and coldly said, "Hmph, look at their pathetic state. The real show is yet to come. Once this mess gets any bigger, let's see how they manage to clean up the mess!" His eyes were sinister and icy, as if everything was under his control. He remained motionless, like a detached spectator, quietly watching the chaos escalate, waiting to reap the benefits. Meanwhile, the people were still struggling desperately in this dire predicament, not knowing when they could escape this deadly crisis.

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