His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

Taking advantage of the clear and tranquil moonlight, he quietly left the room like a black phantom.

His figure flashed by in the moonlight, like a shooting star streaking across the vast night sky, instantly disappearing into the darkness.

As if it had never been here, only the faint moonlight still quietly fell on the empty ground, like a layer of silver frost, adding to the tranquility and mystery.

After Xuan Ying left, the room fell into a brief but heavy silence. Another guard, Xuan Yu, slowly turned his gaze to Su Jin Yun.

His eyes revealed an innate loyalty, as steadfast as a rock.

At the same time, it is full of focused eagerness and anticipation for instructions, like a cheetah poised to pounce, ready to obey its master's command and rush to the battlefield.

Su Jinyun keenly noticed Xuan Yu's gaze and turned her head slightly to meet his eyes.

During their brief eye contact, Su Jinyun saw loyalty and determination in Xuan Yu's eyes, which brought her some comfort.

Then, she lowered her head slightly, her delicate brows furrowed, and fell into a brief but deep contemplation.

Her slender fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a soft, rhythmic sound, as if she were having an intense and tense conversation with her own heart.

Her mind raced like a projector, rapidly considering all possible scenarios, their advantages and disadvantages, and the risks involved, as she tried to find the safest course of action.

After a short while, Su Jinyun slowly raised her head, her eyes revealing unwavering determination and earnest expectations.

Like a twinkling, cold star in the night sky, bright and sharp, as if it could pierce through all darkness and the unknown.

She stared directly at Xuan Yu, her tone steady and powerful, as if each word carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

He said slowly, "Xuan Yu, you are familiar with the palace paths. I wonder if you can sneak in quietly without alerting the Imperial Guards?"

Xuan Yu, a shadow guard who had been tempered by countless bloody battles in the shadow world, had eyes that instantly sharpened like an eagle's upon hearing Su Jinyun's question.

His expression then became extremely solemn, and he became like a statue, lost in a detailed recollection of the palace's layout.

Since the imperial court moved the capital, the palace that symbolizes the supreme imperial power has retained some of the charm of the old palace in its overall structure.

Like a long historical scroll that has lasted for thousands of years, it carries on ancient memories as time flows by.

However, in many details, subtle yet significant changes have occurred with the passage of time and the transformation of the era.

At this moment, his thoughts were like a nimble yet resilient thread, struggling to navigate the intricate, labyrinthine depths of his memories.

He attempted to use his indomitable will and profound memory to accurately sketch the majestic outline of each palace.

It's as if every eave and every glazed tile of the palace is clearly presented before your eyes.

He tried to recall the winding paths of each corridor as if he had walked them himself.

He even tried to remember the opening and closing positions of each palace gate, as if those heavy palace gates were slowly opening or closing before his eyes.

However, as he delved deeper into his memories, his originally resolute face became increasingly furrowed with worry.

Like two opposing mountain peaks, a deep sense of worry and unspeakable uncertainty lies between them.

Over the years, he has consistently followed in the footsteps of the retired emperor, sometimes galloping on horseback across the vast grasslands, sometimes strolling leisurely through the gentle streets and alleys of the Jiangnan water towns.

Or climb among the towering mountains and rivers, immersing yourself in the magnificence and wonder of nature, far away from the mundane routines of the palace day after day, year after year.

However, precisely because of this, he has become quite unfamiliar with many aspects of the palace's current situation, especially the crucial patrol arrangements of the Imperial Guards.

As the core defense line for the safety of the imperial palace, the Imperial Guards' patrol routes and times were not fixed and rigid, but rather as unpredictable as the changing winds and clouds.

It is constantly being adjusted and optimized in response to the ever-changing situation in the court, the subtle needs within the palace, and various unpredictable emergencies.

During his long years of travel, he knew almost nothing about these latest changes, as if he were in a familiar yet utterly strange world.

This profound sense of the unknown undoubtedly made him feel as if his heart was weighed down with lead when facing Su Jinyun's expectant question, filled with trepidation and hesitation.

Su Jinyun kept a close eye on Xuan Yu's changing expression.

Seeing his solemn expression, his tightly closed lips, and his deep contemplation without speaking for a long time.

The hesitation and unease in his eyes were like dark clouds hanging over them, and I instantly saw through his concerns.

Before Xuan Yu could break the somewhat dull and oppressive silence, she spoke again.

His tone carried a calm and composed demeanor, honed by years of experience, and an undeniable determination.

"Then go to the Duke's mansion and transfer some of my secret guards over. As for the other matters, we can discuss them in detail when Prime Minister Pei arrives."

Upon hearing the command, Xuan Yu's eyes suddenly sharpened like an eagle's, and in an instant, his expression hardened, and a resolute determination arose from the bottom of his heart.

He nodded slightly, his movements clean, crisp, and steady, like a steadfast mountain bowing slightly in the night, displaying a well-trained demeanor.

Like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky, trailing a brilliant but brief brilliance.

His lithe and agile figure swiftly and silently disappeared into the thick, inky moonlight.

The cool moonlight, like a thin veil, fell in the direction he left.

On the ground, the faint moon shadows swayed gently in the breeze, like a silent symphony composed by nature.

In the quiet night, he sang softly, seemingly silently recording the traces of his hasty departure.

However, in the blink of an eye, the figure vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Only a tranquil, almost mysterious night remained, making one feel as if it had all been an illusion.

Before long, the tranquil atmosphere was slowly broken by a series of light and steady footsteps.

The footsteps, unhurried and measured, echoed rhythmically in the quiet night, like the hands of an old clock.

The butler walked with steady steps, his figure slowly emerging from the darkness outside the door.

He held the food box steadily in both hands, and the food box looked particularly exquisite in his hands, its surface wiped clean and as good as new.

Bathed in the cool moonlight, it gleamed with a faint silvery-white luster, resembling a precious work of art.

The butler gently pushed open the door, his movements extremely soft, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping spirit inside.

The door hinges turned, making a very faint creaking sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

He bowed slightly, adopting a respectful posture, and carefully entered the house.

Inside, the candlelight flickered gently in the breeze, its dim light rippled across the walls like waves.

The light reflected on the butler's face, weathered by time yet filled with concern.

Time has etched deep marks on his face, and every wrinkle seems to tell a story of the past.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with caution and worry, like the deep night sky concealing countless anxieties.

Her lips trembled slightly as she moved, lowering her voice to a whisper, yet with a hint of urgency.

He asked cautiously, "Your Highness, is there something amiss?"

The voice was full of concern for the princess, as if afraid of touching on some sensitive and thorny topic, yet also filled with anxiety.

I long to know the situation, to share the burden and ease the worries of the princess, and to do my part in this small way.

After the court made the momentous decision to move the capital, King Zhao embarked on a long and meticulous search.

With eyes as sharp as an eagle's, she searched the vast land outside Beijing and finally found a tranquil place that resembled a paradise on earth.

Surrounded by green mountains and flowing streams, this place is like a natural landscape painting, providing an excellent location for building a farm.

King Zhao immediately set about creating this unique farm with an almost pious attitude, pouring her heart and soul into every detail.

Looking back, the old farmhouse once housed many servants.

They are scattered like stars in every corner of the farm, each performing their duties and working together to maintain the orderly operation of the farm.

However, the edict to relocate the capital was a watershed moment, shattering the peace of the past.

For various reasons, most people chose to stay where they were and continue their familiar and stable lives.

Those who came to this place with King Zhao were only King Zhao himself and a few of his subordinates who had not yet started a family and were still living alone.

Like loyal guards, they closely followed in King Zhao's footsteps, unafraid of unknown challenges.

Later, in order to enable the farm to operate smoothly and to bring it back to life, King Zhao recruited a number of people.

These new members come from all over the country, and while there are many talented individuals among them, the complexity of their composition is self-evident.

Among these people, only a handful held death contracts, and their relationship with King Zhao was bound by these contracts, establishing a loyalty and trust that transcended the ordinary master-servant relationship.

They were utterly loyal to King Zhao, as steadfast as a rock, and would stand by his side without hesitation no matter what difficulties or obstacles they faced.

The majority of the rest were ordinary, kind-hearted people from the surrounding area.

They came to the farm with a longing for a stable livelihood, and were simple and hardworking.

But King Zhao knew that they had not yet established the kind of deep trust with him that allowed them to entrust their lives to each other.

This subtle difference in personnel composition is precisely the important reason why King Zhao always acted with extreme caution and trepidation.

She remained vigilant at all times, daring not to be the slightest bit negligent or careless, for fear that a moment of carelessness might trigger an unpredictable crisis.

The princess's whereabouts this time are truly puzzling, like a fog shrouding everyone's minds.