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

Outside the old temple, Fu Lun gripped his sword tightly and shouted to his trembling subordinates, "Don't be afraid, stand up straight! We can't back down before the battle even begins!" His brows were furrowed, his eyes sharp yet encouraging, and his body swayed slightly, as if to embolden his men. The veins on his arms bulged, showing his exertion. The sword gleamed coldly in the moonlight, reflecting his resolute expression.

The subordinate cried out, "Sir, I...I tried my best, but my legs won't obey me!" As he spoke, he tried to stand up by pushing himself up with his hands, but his legs were shaking so badly that he collapsed back to his knees with a thud. His face was full of fear and helplessness, his eyes were wide open, staring intently at the approaching dark figure. He shrank back behind Furen, muttering words of fear under his breath.

Another subordinate, frantically spinning around, shouted, "Sir, there are too many of them! We can't possibly beat them!" He waved his hands wildly as he shouted, his movements completely erratic, purely an instinctive struggle born of extreme fear. His eyes were filled with despair, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was so dizzy from spinning that he staggered and almost fell. His helpless appearance was as if the end of the world had come.

The young henchman inside the cave screamed with his eyes closed, "Sir, I dare not open my eyes! I'm afraid if I open them... I'll die!" He hugged his head even tighter with both hands, arched his body against the cave wall, pressed his entire back against the stone wall, gritted his teeth, his facial muscles trembled violently, and tears seeped from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. His extreme fear was heartbreaking to watch.

Furen gritted his teeth and shouted, "Don't be afraid, fight!" With that, he brandished his sword and slashed at the dark figure charging at the front, yelling, "Come on, see how I deal with you!" He charged forward, his steps steady yet revealing a desperate determination, his eyes filled with rage and resolve, as if he wanted to take these enemies down with him.

Inside the palace, Xiao Yanzi was being dragged along by Lin Yuhang. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she shouted at him, "Yuhang, let me go! I can't wait any longer! Lord Fu Lun and the others are in so much danger right now!" Her face was flushed, her brows were furrowed, and she kept trying to pry Lin Yuhang's hands off. She leaned forward and struggled fiercely, her urgent and angry expression revealing her stubbornness. It was as if she would run away the moment she could break free.

Lin Yuhang's forehead veins bulged as he anxiously said, "Sister, you're just going to your death! Why don't you understand?" He gripped Xiao Yanzi tightly with both hands, his fingers turning white from the force. He leaned back, trying to use his weight to stabilize himself, and pushed off the ground with his feet, leaving two shallow marks. His eyes were full of helplessness and anxiety, his brows furrowed into deep frown lines, and sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

Consort Ling was so anxious that she stamped her feet. She grabbed Xiao Yanzi's sleeve and cried as she pleaded, "Your Majesty, please don't be impulsive! If anything happens to you, the sky will fall down in this palace!" Her eyes were full of worry, her face was streaked with tears, her body trembled slightly, and she tugged at Xiao Yanzi's sleeve with both hands. She leaned close to Xiao Yanzi and stared at her with her eyes fixed on her. Her pleading appearance was truly heartbreaking.

Lin Yuxuan ran back and forth in the room, grabbing his hair with both hands, shouting, "Oh dear, what am I going to do? My sister's temper is so stubborn, not even nine oxen could pull her back!" His face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, his steps were hurried, and he kept bumping into tables and chairs. His body was swaying, and he looked anxious and helpless like an ant on a hot pan. His eyes darted back and forth between Xiao Yanzi and Lin Yuhang, hoping to come up with a solution.

Inside the imperial study, Hongli paced back and forth in a rage, roaring at a guard who had just entered, "Still no news? My patience has long since run out! If there's no news, you'll all come back with your heads!" His face was ashen with anger, his chest heaving violently, his eyes bulging like copper bells, his fists clenched and waving in the air, each swing accompanied by a whooshing sound. His body trembled slightly with rage, and his once imposing aura had transformed into a chilling rage that seemed to scorch the entire imperial study.

The guard knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and said in a tearful voice, "Your Majesty, please calm down! This servant has just found out some information, but... but it's still not certain!" His head was almost bleeding from kowtowing, his body was lying on the ground, trembling incessantly, he dared not lift his eyes, he was terrified of being punished by Hongli, his hands were tightly gripping the ground, and his voice was full of sobs. His fearful appearance was truly pitiful.

In the woods surrounding the old temple, the leading figure easily dodged Furen's sword strike, laughing mockingly, "Is that all you've got? You think you can resist? How utterly laughable!" As he spoke, he swung his blade again, the blade whistling through the air. His eyes were filled with ruthlessness and disdain, his body moving nimbly as he shouted, "Brothers, give it your all! Let's finish this quickly!" He quickened the pace of his attacks as he shouted, his arrogant demeanor suggesting that victory was already assured.

The other shadowy figures joined in the jeering, one of them shouting, "Boss, these guys won't last much longer, we'll get our reward soon!" He grinned menacingly, brandishing his weapon with increasing force, his eyes gleaming with greed. He charged forward even more fiercely, kicking up clouds of dust with each step, his mind set on quickly finishing off Furen and the others so he could enjoy his riches and glory.

On Liu Qing and Liu Hong's side, Liu Qing looked at Xiao Xiao Yanzi, who was still crying incessantly. He cupped her face in his hands and said anxiously, "Xiao Xiao Yanzi, please don't cry, okay? Your brother is so worried about you. If you keep crying, my heart will break!" His brows were furrowed, his eyes were full of heartache and anxiety, and he wore a fawning yet helpless smile. He leaned closer to Xiao Xiao Yanzi and gently shook her body, trying to stop her from crying, but the effect was minimal. He felt utterly helpless.

Liu Hong sighed softly and said gently, "Little Swallow, be good. Look how much your older brother and sister care about you. It hurts us so much when you cry. Let's be happy!" She gently wiped away the fresh tears that had welled up on Little Swallow's face, her eyes full of tenderness and love. She leaned forward slightly, gently touching Little Swallow's head, a forced smile on her face, but the anxiety in her eyes was undeniable. She hoped that Little Swallow could calm down quickly.

The person hidden in the shadows crossed his arms, a cold smile playing on his lips, and murmured, "Hmph, look at their panicked state. How long can they keep this up? Once they're exhausted, I'll step in and clean up the mess. Everything's under my control!" He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sinister and icy, as if the life-or-death struggle of these people was merely a farce for his entertainment. 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, wondering when a real turning point would arrive.

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