Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"It's safe!!"

"It's all safe now!!!"

"Everything's safe now!!!"

At 9:00 AM in Yunmeng City, the Zhang brothers reported the situation in front of General Lin's carriage.

At this moment, Qianqianluo, who was in the other carriage, couldn't help but smile foolishly upon hearing this: "It's safe, how could it not be?!"

"You'll all die in the end, die, die without a doubt. Even the Heavenly King himself would say it's safe. Qing Tingyu guarantees it!" Qianqianlu pouted.

"Of all people to mess with, why did you have to mess with the young tyrant Qingting? It was General Lin who shot Qingting Yu with an arrow back then!"

"It was your brilliant idea, Zhang brothers, to instigate the high tower in the northern desert to replace Lin Qinrou's trusted maid, and to have the trusted maid drug Qing Tingyu and seduce him!"

"And it was you, Lin Qinrou, who came to seek the life of Qing Tingyu after Qing Tingyi died young!!"

All of these events are undeniably governed by cause and effect; who is truly more noble than whom?!

The carriage, far from Yunmeng City, slowly drove onto the official road, with a large crimson flag bearing the insignia of the Qingting royal family fluttering in the wind!

Qianqian, dressed in a white robe, closed her eyes in the somewhat luxurious carriage: "If God gave me another chance, I would never doze off on my desk during math class again, waaaaah~ I would sleep standing up!!!"

During their journey back to the capital, people from all walks of life harbored their own thoughts, plotted and schemed, and attempted to find a good death.

After four days and four nights of special forces-style travel, the grand Qingting royal carriages finally arrived at the capital.

It's the perfect time to go to the capital; on the third day of the third lunar month, the willows are bathed in the soft shade of spring.

Qianqian lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw the bustling capital, filled with celestial flowers. She couldn't help but recall the poems written by the ancients:

"The southeast is a land of scenic beauty, the capital of the Three Wu regions, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Willows and painted bridges, wind-blown curtains and emerald screens, a hundred thousand households in a staggered array. Clouds and trees encircle the riverbanks, raging waves roll like frost and snow, the natural barrier seems endless. Markets are filled with pearls and jewels, households overflow with silk and brocade, vying in extravagance."

Layered lakes and overlapping peaks, clear and beautiful. Osmanthus blossoms in autumn, lotus flowers for ten miles. The sound of reed pipes in the clear weather, the songs of water chestnuts on the night, playful fishermen and lotus-picking children. A thousand horsemen surround the high-ranking official, drunk on music and reciting poems while admiring the misty clouds. One day, I will paint this beautiful scene and return to the capital to boast of it.

It turns out the ancients were right. Qianqianluo looked at the countless fluttering banners of shops in the capital; the orderly rows of various vendors' goods; the towering ancient willows and the lush, vigorous peach trees that provided shade for elderly people in their seventies who were leaning on their canes.

Above the official residences not far away, all sorts of exquisite kites in the shapes of dragons and phoenixes filled the sky. The lifelike kites seemed to be dancing among the earth, a truly beautiful sight.

The various shops, teahouses, and pavilions built in the capital city all have strings of silver lotus-shaped ornaments, hundreds of meters high, hanging from the eaves at both ends of the pavilions. As the spring breeze in March stirs them, the bells in the lotus cores emit a melodious and moving sound.

"Selling steamed buns!!!"

"Selling candied hawthorns!!!"

"Kite for sale! All kinds of beautiful kites!!"

The mobile vendors selling their wares along the streets added a touch of everyday life to the extravagant capital.

The grand procession of royal carriages naturally and inevitably attracted the attention of the people of the capital.

With the guards on both sides of the carriage dispersed, the people of the capital made way for the carriage to pass.

The people were talking all at once, and the entire road was instantly filled with a cacophony of noise.

"Oh my gosh~ Isn't that General Lin leading the way?? When did he leave the capital?" Passerby A1, carrying a vegetable basket and cracking sunflower seeds, was full of questions.

"So, people have to report to you before leaving the capital?! Don't you even know your place?!" Passerby A2 stood with his hands on his hips, full of disdain!

"These carriages bear the royal insignia, and they're moving in such a grand procession. What's going on?" Passerby Number Three stroked his beard, which represented intelligence, and asked the young man standing on tiptoe watching from the side, seemingly lost in thought.

"Old man, you don't know this, do you?! I'll tell you in secret, that carriage carries an immortal from the Southern Frontier, tsk tsk tsk~ I wonder what this immortal looks like?" The boy in straw sandals tiptoed and stretched his body, trying to see the immortal's appearance clearly.

"Really?!" Passerby A No. 3 expressed his doubt.

"Of course, it's absolutely true!!" The burly man, Passerby Number Four, immediately agreed with the veracity of the matter.

"Old man, don't you know the Qian clan of Southern Xinjiang? Tsk tsk tsk~ This Qian clan lives in seclusion, and for thousands of years no one has ever found their clan's home. Unbelievable!!!" The burly man shook his head and sighed.

"What are you lamenting about? You, a lowly commoner, serve the royal family and are able to enter the imperial palace to meet the emperor. This is a blessing that the Qian family could hardly attain in a hundred or even a thousand years!" The son of the Minister, who had just finished browsing the brothels, heard the burly man's complaints and immediately stepped forward and kicked him.

"Yes, yes, yes!! What you say is right, sir!!" The burly man who had been kicked to the ground looked at the newcomer dressed in fine clothes and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Truly, all sorts of people are created, and all beings have their own forms!" Passerby No. 3 exclaimed upon seeing this, and then disappeared into the crowd.

"You've even started to express your feelings, tsk tsk tsk~!!" Qianqianluo, inside the carriage, knew that an old man would appear when the carriage returned to the capital.

This old man is the Star God who once foresaw destiny, and he is also the key figure who caused the male protagonist to turn evil.

Furthermore, the divination revealed the location of the Qian clan's settlement.

Qianqian gritted her teeth and said: "That old man has so many skills, he just likes to do crooked things!"

Of course, the old man's situation turned out to be quite optimistic in the end, and he eventually became Qing Tingyu's trusted advisor.

"Indeed, talented people are always popular; the old man swept through three generations of Qingting and returned to his most authentic self!!"

Qianqian landed in the carriage and slumped against it in pain, terrified of seeing the young tyrant of the Qingting Dynasty.

The scene of the original owner being trapped in the water dungeon, accompanied day and night by poisonous snakes, ants, and scorpions in the water, is still vivid in my mind.

The little tyrant would occasionally take the time to tell the original owner about the Qian clan, the current dynasty, and how the northern barbarian tribes had been wiped out under his control.

What Qianqian remembered most was that when Qing Tingyu was drunk, he would order his soldiers to release her from the dark water dungeon and let her stand naked beside him for him to observe.

Qing Tingyu loved to lean lazily against a fox fur chair, holding a plain white fan that was not painted on it, and tracing the fan handle down the original owner's collarbone.

"Can someone with such a lowly appearance truly ascend to immortality after death? Qianqianluo, you've become an idiot now; even after becoming an immortal, you'll still be an immortal who has become an idiot!"

"Tsk tsk tsk!! Ugly, such an ugly body!!" Qing Tingyu moved the fan handle down with a complicated expression, and violently shoved the fan handle into XX with a distorted face.

Just thinking about this made Qianqianlu feel a chill run through her body.

"What! Haapend!!!"

All she wanted to know was what happened to Qing Tingyu's child.

In modern times, this guy would definitely be a criminal investigator who's memorized half of the criminal code!