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

Outside the old temple, Fu Lun, while prying at the crack, shouted, "Everyone, give it your all! Success or failure hinges on this!" His brows were furrowed, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was flushed from the effort. He strained with both hands, but the crack only loosened a little. He widened his eyes in anxiety, his gaze filled with urgency, and his body swayed slightly, as if he were using all his strength.

The hesitant subordinate said in a trembling voice, "Sir, this...this is so difficult to do. Can...can we really open it?" His lips trembled violently, his eyes were full of fear and doubt, and he shrank back. His hand was only symbolically placed beside him, not daring to exert too much force, for fear of triggering some mechanism. His timid and frightened appearance was very obvious.

Another subordinate, his face contorted with worry, said, "Sir, I'm really worried. It feels like things are getting more and more dangerous, sob sob..." As he spoke, he wiped the cold sweat from his face, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. His eyes darted around in a panic, his legs were weak, and if he hadn't been next to Furen, he probably would have collapsed to the ground. His desperate and helpless expression was heartbreaking to see.

The young henchman inside the cave watched nervously, his voice trembling with fear, "Sir, please be careful! My heart is pounding in my chest!" He gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, his body pressed against the cave wall, too afraid to move. His eyes were fixed on Furen and the others' movements, his face filled with terror, tears welling up in his eyes, as if he might burst into tears at any moment. He looked as frightened as a startled little rabbit.

Furen turned and glared at them, shouting, "Stop yelling! Don't give up now! Keep pushing!" As he spoke, he took a deep breath and quickened his movements. But just then, with a "crack," several small arrows suddenly shot out from the gap. Furen was terrified and shouted, "Watch out for hidden weapons!" He quickly dodged to the side, his body slamming against the cave wall beside him. He hissed in pain, his face contorted in agony.

The two henchmen screamed in terror. One of them yelled, "Ah! Sir, it's all over! What are we going to do now?" He shrank back, waving his hands wildly, trying to block the arrow that hadn't even been fired yet. His eyes were wide open, his face full of fear. His legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground, completely stunned.

The other cried out, "I told you it would trigger the mechanism! We're doomed now, waah..." He buried his head in his knees, his hands covering his head, his body trembling uncontrollably, as if he were already waiting for death to come. His desperate cries echoed in the cave, making people feel extremely depressed.

Inside the palace, Xiao Yanzi's chest heaved violently with anger as she shouted at Lin Yuhang, "Yuhang, don't think you're doing this for my own good. I know what I'm doing. I can't just stand by and watch Lord Fulun and the others fall into dire straits. Get out of my way!" Her face was flushed red, her eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and she pushed Lin Yuhang forcefully with both hands, leaning forward as if she were about to fight to the death. Her urgent and angry appearance was on full display.

Lin Yuhang also became anxious, his face turning even redder. He shouted back, "Sister, you're being stubborn! Going there is just suicide! I absolutely cannot let you go!" He gripped the door frame tightly with both hands, his fingers turning white. He pushed off the ground with his feet, his body tense, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His eyes were filled with determination and anxiety, but he refused to move an inch, stubbornly blocking Xiao Yanzi.

Consort Ling was anxiously wringing her hands and frowning as she advised, "Your Majesty, Yu Hang is right. You can't be impulsive. Let's think of another way. There will always be a turning point!" She walked to Xiao Yanzi's side, reached out to pull Xiao Yanzi's arm, her face full of worry and her eyes conveying a sense of persuasion. She leaned forward slightly, trying her best to calm Xiao Yanzi down.

Lin Yuxuan was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, stomping his feet and shouting, "Oh dear, what should we do? My sister wants to go, but Brother Yuhang won't let her. We're so worried! Come up with a solution!" He kept grabbing his hair with both hands, his eyes wide open, pacing back and forth in the room. He looked anxious and helpless like an ant on a hot pan, glancing at the two of them from time to time, hoping for a solution.

Inside the imperial study, Hongli, enraged, smashed a teacup on the table to pieces, roaring, "These useless bastards! Are they even capable? My patience has run out!" His face was ashen with rage, his chest heaved violently, his eyes bulged like copper bells, and he waved his hands in the air, his body trembling slightly with fury. His angry aura seemed to shake the entire room, and shards of the broken teacup scattered everywhere.

The guard hadn't run far when he heard the commotion. Terrified, he knelt down again with a thud, pleading in a tearful voice, "Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty, please calm down! This servant will go and urge you again. I'll risk my life to bring the message back!" His head pounded on the ground with a loud thud, and his forehead quickly broke open, blood streaming down his cheeks. But he didn't bother to wipe it away. He just kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, his body trembling like a leaf, terrified that Hongli would punish him.

In the woods surrounding the old temple, the leader of the shadowy figures, seeing the trouble at the temple again, grinned smugly and whispered, "Hmph, looks like they're courting death. Brothers, give it your all, charge in and take them all out!" With that, he brandished his knife, quickened his pace, his eyes gleaming with ruthlessness and excitement. His figure flashed like a black lightning bolt in the moonlight as he rushed towards the old temple, shouting, "Kill them all! Don't let a single one escape!"

The other shadowy figures also charged forward with howls, their faces contorted with rage as they brandished their weapons and shouted, "Charge! The credit is within reach!" Their footsteps kicked up clouds of dust, their aggressive manner resembling a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on defenseless prey. Their eyes were filled with greed and ferocity, their sole aim being to wipe out Furen and the others in one fell swoop so they could claim the reward.

On Liu Qing and Liu Hong's side, Liu Qing saw that Little Swallow was still crying incessantly. He became so anxious that his face turned red. He squatted down, cupped Little Swallow's face in his hands, and said anxiously, "Little Swallow, please don't cry. This story is very interesting. Please listen to it. If you keep crying, I'll really be worried to death!" His brows were furrowed, his eyes showed helplessness and anxiety, and he tried to force a smile, but the smile was more painful than crying. His body trembled slightly as he hoped that Little Swallow would stop crying.

Liu Hong chimed in, "Yes, little swallow, be good. Look how worried your older brother and sister are. Don't cry. Let's be happy together!" She looked at little swallow tenderly, gently wiping away her tears. Her eyes were full of heartache, but she couldn't hide her anxiety. She forced a smile and leaned closer to little swallow, trying to comfort her.

The person hidden in the shadows crossed his arms, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and sneered softly, "Hmph, look at their panicked state, it's laughable. Once they're all exhausted, I'll make my move, and everything will be under my control!" His eyes were sinister and cold, as if he were looking not at vibrant lives, but at pawns to be manipulated. His body remained motionless, like a cold statue, silently watching the chaos escalate, waiting to reap the benefits. Meanwhile, the people were still struggling in this life-or-death crisis and predicament, not knowing when they would be able to break through this dark cloud.

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