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

Outside the old temple, Furen searched along the cave wall while shouting, "Cheer up, everyone! Don't just be scared, look for anything else that seems unusual!" His brows were furrowed, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes showed anxiety and a hint of hope. His hands moved incessantly along the cave wall, his slightly trembling hands occasionally brushing against the rough stone, leaving a few fine scratches, but he didn't care about the pain. He hunched over, moving in little by little, his eyes wide open, not missing any clues.

The trembling subordinate, clutching Furen's sleeve, said in a tearful voice, "Sir, I... I can't see anything, sob sob..." He wiped away his tears with his other hand as he spoke, his body shaking more and more violently, almost needing Furen to support him to stand. His eyes scanned frantically, yet he dared not look closely at all. His legs were weak, and every step he took seemed to require all his strength. His fearful appearance made it seem as if he were in hell at that moment.

Another subordinate, hiding behind Furen, sobbed and muttered, "Sir, we're just wasting our time. What hope is there? I... I don't want to struggle anymore!" He covered his eyes with his sleeve, curled up into a ball, his shoulders heaving, his face filled with despair. Occasionally, he would peek at his surroundings through his fingers before quickly closing his eyes again. His helpless and fearful state was truly pitiful.

The young henchman's sobs subsided a little. He choked out, "Sir, I... I'll try to look too, but I'm so scared!" As he spoke, he slowly loosened his grip on himself and cautiously stretched out a hand towards the cave wall beside him. His hand trembled like a candle in the wind, his eyes were fixed on it, and his body was leaning back, as if something terrifying might reach out from the cave wall at any moment and snatch him away. His face was full of fear and tension.

Furen turned to look at him and encouraged him, "Yes, that's it. Don't be afraid, we're all in this together!" He nodded vigorously to the young subordinate, his eyes full of encouragement, but he himself was also very nervous. He just didn't want everyone to completely despair.

Inside the palace, Xiao Yanzi stomped her feet in anger and shouted at Lin Yuhang, "Yuhang, don't stop me! I'm so anxious! If anything happens to Lord Fulun and the others, what's the point of me living?" Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were full of tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She waved her hands in the air a few times, leaned forward, and looked like she was about to fight Lin Yuhang to the death. Her chest heaved violently, revealing her urgent and angry state.

Lin Yuhang was also anxious. His hands, gripping the door frame, turned white. He shouted back, "Sister, why don't you understand my good intentions? If you go, you won't be able to save them, and you'll get yourself killed too! Calm down!" Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were filled with anxiety and helplessness, his feet were rooted to the ground and he wouldn't budge. His body was tense, and sweat streamed down his face, but he refused to let go and held onto Xiao Yanzi tightly.

Consort Ling, anxiously wringing her hands, stepped between the two and frowned, advising, "Your Majesty, Yu Hang is right. Please calm down and let's think of another way. We can't act impulsively!" She grabbed Xiao Yanzi's arms with both hands and shook them gently, her eyes full of worry and her face full of earnest advice. She leaned forward slightly, trying to get Xiao Yanzi to look at her and listen to her words.

Lin Yuxuan paced anxiously to the side, constantly grabbing his hair and muttering, "Oh dear, what should I do? My sister won't listen, and Brother Yuhang won't budge. What should I do?" His face was flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot. He paced back and forth in the room several times, then stopped, stamping his feet repeatedly. His anxious and helpless appearance was like an ant on a hot pan. He would glance at the two of them from time to time, hoping for a change in the situation.

Inside the imperial study, Hongli paced back and forth in a rage. Suddenly, he stopped and roared at a eunuch who had just entered, "What's the situation outside? If there's still no news, I'll have all of you dog servants beaten to death!" 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. His imposing presence terrified the eunuch, who immediately knelt down with a thud, not daring to raise his head. He stammered, "Your Majesty, please calm down! This servant... this servant will go and inquire right away, right away!" With that, he scrambled out of the room, his panicked figure looking utterly pathetic.

In the woods surrounding the old temple, the leader of the dark figures was almost at the temple entrance. His face was full of ferocious smiles as he shouted, "Brothers, give it your all! We'll wipe them all out in no time, hahaha!" He brandished the knife in his hand, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight. His eyes were filled with ruthlessness and greed. He took large, rapid strides, kicking up a cloud of dust. He leaned forward like a ferocious beast pouncing on its prey, eager to start a massacre.

The other shadowy figures followed closely behind, howling. One of them shouted, "Boss, we've done a great job this time! We're about to be rich and powerful!" The guy was excited, his eyes shining. He swung his weapon more and more forcefully, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly with excitement. He exuded a kind of madness, only thinking about killing Furen and the others to collect the reward. He didn't care about anything else.

On Liu Qing and Liu Hong's side, Liu Qing looked at the incessantly crying Little Swallow, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "Little Swallow, you just won't stop crying, your brother really has no idea what to do. What do you want to do to stop crying?" He frowned, his eyes filled with helplessness. He squatted down, looked into Little Swallow's eyes, his face full of helpless bitter smiles. He leaned forward slightly, placed his hands on his knees, and looked so anxious and helpless that he really couldn't do anything about Little Swallow.

Liu Hong sighed softly, squatted down, wiped away Xiao Xiao Yanzi's tears with her hand, and said gently, "Xiao Xiao Yanzi, be good, look how tired you are from crying. How about I sing you a song, so you won't cry anymore?" Her eyes were full of heartache, and her face was filled with a gentle smile, but the anxiety hidden in that smile could not be concealed. She gently touched Xiao Xiao Yanzi's head, leaned closer to Xiao Xiao Yanzi, and wanted to give her some comfort, hoping that she could stop crying soon.

The man hidden in the shadows crossed his arms, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He 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!" He narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold and sinister, as if the life-and-death struggles of these people were merely a spectacle for his amusement. He 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, wondering when they would be able to break free from this dark cloud.

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