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

Outside the old temple, Furen heard the disheartened words of his men behind him, and his brows furrowed even deeper. He stopped groping around, turned around to look at everyone, and shouted, "Shut up, all of you! Giving up now is a sure way to die. We have to give it our all!" His face was flushed red with anxiety and effort, beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and his eyes were full of determination. He waved his hands forcefully in the air, as if to boost everyone's morale. He stood ramrod straight, and although he wasn't entirely confident, his resolute spirit was unmistakable.

The subordinate being dragged along by Furen shrank back, muttering in a tearful voice, "Sir, but... but we've searched for so long and haven't found anything! I... I really have no strength left!" As he spoke, his lips trembled even more violently, his eyes filled with terror and exhaustion. His legs gave way, and he knelt directly on the ground, his hands still clutching Furen's clothes tightly as if they were his last straw. His body trembled incessantly, his face filled with despair, and he stared at Furen expectantly, hoping for a miracle.

Another subordinate, who had been hiding behind, peeked out and cried, "Sir, I know we can't give up, but these traps are everywhere. Can we really escape this? Waaah..." He wiped his tears with his sleeve as he slowly moved out from behind Fu Lun. His body was hunched over, his eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, and he looked around in a panic. His helpless appearance was like that of a child lost in the dark, unable to find his way. His hands were still waving unconsciously in front of him, as if trying to drive away the unseen fear around him.

The young henchman inside the cave bit his lip, mustered a bit of courage, and said, "Sir, I'll listen to you. Let's keep searching. I... I'm not afraid anymore!" But his voice still trembled uncontrollably as he spoke, his hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. His body remained pressed against the cave wall, but he tried to lean closer to Furen. Although there was a hint of determination in his eyes, the fear in them was still impossible to hide. His expression was conflicted; he wanted to face it bravely, but he was also terrified.

Furen looked at them, his eyes slightly red, and shouted, "Well done, that's more like it! Come on, follow me closely, let's continue!" He nodded vigorously to everyone, then turned around and began to feel along the cave wall again, his movements faster than before. There were a few more bloodstains on his hands, but he didn't care. His eyes were focused on the cave wall, his body leaning forward little by little, and he kept muttering words to encourage himself. His back looked both resolute and somewhat tragic.

Inside the palace, Xiao Yanzi flung away Consort Ling's hand and shouted at Lin Yuhang, "Yuhang, stop trying to persuade me! My mind is made up. Even if it costs me my life, I will go and save Lord Fu Lun and the others!" Her face was deathly pale with anger, her eyes wide with determination, her fists clenched tightly, and her body leaning forward as if she were about to rush out at any moment. Her chest heaved violently, revealing the excitement and anger in her heart.

Seeing this, Lin Yuhang quickly reached out to stop her again, anxiously saying, "Sister, why are you doing this? If something happens to you, how can I live? Please listen to me this once, let's wait for news!" His forehead was covered in sweat, which rolled down his cheeks. He spread his arms wide, blocking the doorway, and his feet were digging into the ground. His body was tense, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and pleading. His tense expression made it seem as if Xiao Yanzi would be doomed if she left.

Consort Ling, her eyes red with anxiety, stepped forward, grabbed Xiao Yanzi's arm, and pleaded in a tearful voice, "Your Majesty, you mustn't act impulsively! If something happens to you, the palace and the outside world will be in complete chaos! Please, calm down!" Her brows were furrowed, her eyes filled with worry and fear. She exerted a little force in her hand, trying to pull Xiao Yanzi back, and her body leaned forward, almost touching Xiao Yanzi. Her earnest appearance was truly heartbreaking to see.

Lin Yuxuan ran around the room a few times, then suddenly stopped, stamping his feet and shouting, "Hey, sister, brother Yuhang, stop arguing! If you keep arguing like this, it'll be too late! Let's think of a solution!" He kept grabbing his hair, making it a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of anxiety and helplessness. He swayed left and right, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his panicked state was on full display.

Inside the imperial study, Hongli sat on the dragon throne, furiously pounding the armrests and roaring at the group of kneeling eunuchs below, "Useless! All of you are useless! It's been so long, and there's still no definite news. My patience has completely run out!" His face was flushed red, his eyes wide like copper bells, filled with rage. His hands pounded the armrests with a loud thud, and his body trembled slightly with anger. His once majestic aura now revealed an uncontrollable rage, and the atmosphere in the entire imperial study seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

The eunuchs were so frightened that they lowered their heads even further, kowtowing and begging for mercy, shouting, "Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty, please calm down! We will go and urge you again, we will risk our lives to bring back the news!" Their bodies were prostrate on the ground, trembling incessantly, their foreheads hitting the ground with loud thuds, some even bleeding, but they didn't care about the pain, their minds were only on how to appease the emperor's anger, their fearful appearance was truly pitiful.

In the woods surrounding the old temple, the leader of the dark figures had already rushed to the temple entrance. He kicked open the dilapidated door and shouted, "Brothers, charge in, kill them all, and the credit will be ours!" His face was full of a ferocious smile, his eyes revealing ruthlessness and madness. He brandished the knife in his hand, which gleamed with a cold light in the moonlight. He was like a raging wolf as he charged into the temple, his footsteps thumping on the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. His menacing appearance was chilling.

Other shadowy figures swarmed in, shouting, "Kill them all! Don't let any of them escape!" They all had fierce expressions, brandishing their weapons with ruthless and hasty movements. Their eyes were filled with greed and savagery, determined to slaughter Furen and the others to obtain the wealth and glory they so desperately desired. In this dimly lit old temple, a bloody battle seemed about to unfold, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

On Liu Qing and Liu Hong's side, Liu Qing looked at the still crying Little Swallow, gritted his teeth, stood up, and said seriously, "Little Swallow, if you keep crying like this, your brother will really get angry. I'm leaving now and I won't take care of you anymore!" He crossed his arms, frowned, and his eyes showed a hint of seriousness. He leaned back slightly, as if he was about to turn and leave, but his eyes kept sneaking glances at Little Swallow. In fact, he was still very worried. He just wanted to scare her a little so that she would stop crying.

Liu Hong quickly stood up, grabbed Liu Qing's arm, and scolded, "Liu Qing, don't scare Xiao Xiao Yanzi, she's still so young!" Then she squatted down, looked at Xiao Xiao Yanzi, and said gently, "Xiao Xiao Yanzi, be good, look, your brother is about to leave in anger. Don't cry, okay? I'll buy you lots of fun things!" Her eyes were full of heartache and helplessness, and her face was filled with a gentle smile, but the anxiety hidden in that smile could not be concealed. She gently stroked Xiao Xiao Yanzi's head and leaned closer to her, trying to calm her down with this affectionate approach.

The man hidden in the shadows crossed his arms, a smug smile playing on his lips. He muttered to himself, "Hmph, let them make a scene. The more chaotic the better. Once they've killed each other enough, I'll step in and reap the benefits. This palace, inside and out, will eventually fall under my control!" He narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold and sinister, as if the chaos before him was entirely within his expectations. He remained motionless, like a detached observer, silently watching the bloodshed and chaos unfold, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Meanwhile, the others were still struggling on the brink of life and death, unsure when they could escape this terrible predicament.

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