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

Outside the old temple, after Fu Lun finished speaking with a forced composure, his trembling subordinate cried out, "Sir, we're terrified! How can we stay calm?" As he spoke, he wiped away the tears that kept flowing from his eyes, his body shaking more and more violently, almost clinging to Fu Lun. His eyes looked around in terror, and he kept muttering words of fear, looking as if he was about to faint at any moment.

Another subordinate chimed in, his voice trembling with tears, "Sir, this feels like the end of the world, sob sob... I still want to see my family again!" He crouched there, his hands covering his head, his body curled into a small ball, his shoulders heaving, his face filled with despair, his eyes filled with helplessness, and he would occasionally look up at Furen as if praying for a miracle.

The young henchman inside the cave peeked through his fingers, his voice trembling as he said, "Sir, can we really escape this? I...I'm scared!" His body remained pressed tightly against the cave wall, his legs weak. He tried to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he sat back down with a "thud," quickly covering his eyes with his hands. Tears soaked a large patch of his sleeves, and his state of terror remained undiminished.

Furen frowned, gritted his teeth, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes. He shouted, "Stop crying! Now listen to my instructions. Let's search carefully again. Maybe the turning point is nearby!" As he spoke, he stretched out his slightly trembling hand and continued to feel along the cave wall. He moved his body little by little, beads of sweat constantly sliding down his forehead. His eyes were wide open, not letting go of any clue. His focused expression could not hide his tension.

Just then, the young subordinate suddenly shouted, "Sir, there seems to be a gap here... there seems to be a gap here!" He slowly lowered his hand, his eyes wide open, with a look of surprise and fear. He pointed to a cave wall, but dared not get any closer. He just stretched out his hand to indicate, with wet tear stains still on his face.

Furen rushed over, his eyes lighting up as he excitedly exclaimed, "Hey, there really is! Maybe this is the way out!" A rare look of joy appeared on his face, and his brows relaxed slightly. He reached out and started to pry open the crack, saying as he did so, "Everyone, come and help! Let's pry it open and see!"

Upon hearing this, the two henchmen approached hesitantly. One of them whispered, "Sir, is this...is this reliable? What if we trigger some deadly trap?" His lips trembled, his eyes were full of doubt, he reached out and then pulled back, and he even shrank back a little, the fear on his face still lingering.

The other muttered, "Whatever, let's try anything, it's better than waiting to die here!" As he spoke, he reached out to help, but his hand was still trembling, cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead, and he clung tightly to Furen, as if that would give him more courage.

Inside the palace, Xiao Yanzi was still locked in a stalemate with Lin Yuhang. She stomped her feet in anger and shouted, "Yuhang, why are you so stubborn? I can't just stand by and watch them get into danger!" Her face was flushed red, her eyes were full of rage, her hands were on her hips, and she leaned forward, looking like she would never give up. Her chest heaved violently with anger.

Lin Yuhang's face also turned red, and he shouted back, "Sister, I'm doing this for your own good! If you go there, you'll be walking into a trap! Why don't you understand?" He still gripped the door frame tightly with both hands, his fingers were numb from the force, his feet were rooted to the ground, his eyes were filled with stubbornness and anxiety, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, but he just wouldn't give in.

Consort Ling shook her head anxiously, stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Yanzi's arm, advising, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Getting angry is bad for your health. Let's think of another way!" Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were full of worry, and she gently pulled Xiao Yanzi back, leaning forward as well, her face full of earnest persuasion.

Lin Yuxuan scratched his head anxiously and said, "Oh dear, arguing won't solve anything, sister, brother Yuhang, let's come up with a solution quickly! I'm so anxious!" He kept grabbing his hair with both hands, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. He paced back and forth in the room a few times, then stopped. His anxious appearance was evident, and his face was full of helplessness and frustration.

Inside the imperial study, Hongli paced back and forth in a rage. Suddenly, he stopped and roared at the guard still prostrate on the ground, "What are you all standing there for? Get out and urge them! If there's still no news, I'll hold your whole family accountable!" His face was ashen with anger, his eyes bulging like copper bells. He clenched his fists and waved them in the air, his body trembling slightly with rage. The guard was so frightened by his imposing presence that he scrambled out of the room, shouting as he ran, "Yes, Your Majesty, this servant will go right away, right away!"

In the woods surrounding the old temple, the leader of the shadowy figures frowned upon seeing new activity at the temple. He muttered under his breath, "Hmph, these guys still won't give up! Brothers, whatever tricks they're up to, let's stick to plan! Charge!" With that, he waved his hand and charged forward. His figure was like a ghost, the knife in his hand gleaming coldly in the moonlight, his eyes filled with ruthlessness and determination. He shouted, "Don't run! Today is your death day!"

The other shadowy figures howled and followed, their faces contorted with rage as they brandished their weapons and shouted, "Kill them! Kill them all, and the credit will be ours!" The scene resembled a pack of wolves pouncing on their prey, their menacing presence and the rustling sound of their footsteps kicking up clouds of dust.

On Liu Qing and Liu Hong's side, Liu Qing looked at the still crying Little Swallow, slapped his forehead and said, "Little Swallow, how about I tell you a fun story, okay? Stop crying!" He squatted down, put on a flattering smile, his eyes showing urgency, and gently shook Little Swallow's hands, his body swaying slightly as he tried to attract her attention.

Liu Hong chimed in, "Yes, Little Swallow, it's such an interesting story! You'll definitely be happy after hearing it, sweetie!" She also squatted down, looking at Little Swallow tenderly, gently stroking her head with her hand. Her face was full of gentle smiles, but deep anxiety was hidden in those smiles, and her eyes revealed expectation, hoping that Little Swallow would stop crying soon.

The person hidden in the shadows crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered, "Hmph, let them make a scene, the bigger the better. Once they're all exhausted, I'll come out and clean up the mess. Sooner or later, the palace and the outside world will be under my control!" His eyes were filled with malice and calculation, and a cold smile curved his lips. His body remained motionless, like a ghost hidden in the darkness, quietly watching everything, waiting for the best opportunity to strike. Meanwhile, everyone was still struggling in the chaos and crisis, not knowing what changes would happen next.

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