My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

The hidden experts lurking in the darkness saw Cheng Guang’s figure, and many seemed to recognize him, their eyes flickering.

They were pondering whether offending Cheng Guang, the Duke of the State’s Heir from the Great Zhou Dynasty, was worth it for the possibility of finding other items on the girl in the yellow dress.

After all, Cheng Guang was a man from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it was not that easy for him to extend his reach into Great Yan.

Many hesitated for a moment, glancing at the girl in the yellow dress who was beside Cheng Guang with her eyes closed and an expression of tranquility, seemingly already in peaceful slumber. Noticing the simplicity of her attire, lacking even a single adornment, they concluded that it was unlikely she possessed any other valuable items.

A group of people protected what they had just obtained, slowly retreating.

Hiding not far away, they gazed at the luster on the girl in the yellow dress.

The glow radiating from her, like rays of golden light, grew brighter and brighter.

When it reached its brightest.

It was the moment when her precious body matured and the Different Treasures would appear.

It was also the moment when the girl in the yellow dress would meet her demise in the Underworld.

Seeing the people around him back away, Cheng Guang turned his attention to the girl in the yellow dress.

At that moment, the girl quietly opened her eyes and looked toward Cheng Guang.

The two exchanged a silent glance.

Cheng Guang observed the girl’s expression.

Upon seeing Cheng Guang, her face revealed a hint of surprise, followed by a bright and beautiful smile.

"Young Master, you were right, leaving the city really was dangerous."

Cheng Guang looked at the girl, rubbing his head helplessly.

At first, he thought the girl was oblivious, unaware of everything, and didn’t realize how many people were watching her from the shadows.

But in fact,

She knew.

Today was the day her precious body matured.

She was bound to die.

To die within the city.

Or to die outside it.

It made no difference to the girl in the yellow dress.

To her, perhaps, dying in a place she liked was the best choice she could make.

Seeing Cheng Guang say nothing, her radiant smile unabated, she cheerfully gazed up at the sky.

"Thank you, Young Master, for today. Over all these years, you have been the person who has spoken the most with me."

"Even if it was just a sentence or two."

"Don’t blame me, Young Master, for not heeding your advice. I didn’t want to involve you, but I never imagined your status to be even more esteemed than I thought, affording you so much respect from everyone here."

"You really are amazing, Young Master."

As she spoke, the girl picked up a yellow flower and offered it to Cheng Guang with a smile.

"Young Master, this flower is beautiful."

As the girl in the yellow dress spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, her laughter tinged with sorrow.

Cheng Guang silently accepted the yellow flower.

In that moment, the golden radiance emanating from the girl shone forth in its entirety.

It formed a pillar of light soaring into the sky.

It added a cool hue to the dimming sky.

Under the glow of the golden light, the girl’s figure, along with her attire, melted away like snowflakes.

Her form disappeared in an instant.

But her bright smile seemed to be forever captured within these ten miles of blossoming flowers.

Cheng Guang looked at the yellow flower in his hands and couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head.

"What a way to give a gift, there’s no such careless way to say thanks."

Ignoring the gazes of those around him, Cheng Guang buried the girl in the yellow dress amidst the ten miles of blossom.

Then, he walked slowly back to Skyfire City, the imperial capital of Great Yan.

...

The powerful figures around them, upon the girl’s death, looked at the items they had just fought over and realized they hadn’t changed at all, feeling a mixture of frustration and anger.

"How could this be, why is there no change!?"

"Mine hasn’t either!!"

"Damn it, could it be that the Crown Princess Consort didn’t carry her most treasured items with her?"

"It’s possible! Perhaps they were already confiscated by the Crown Prince. Otherwise, he would never have allowed the Crown Princess Consort to leave the palace."

The many strong ones looked at the trivial objects they had fought over.

So many had died over these items.

And in the end, it was all for naught!

Everyone had been outwitted by the Crown Prince of Great Yan!!

The group of experts felt extremely aggrieved and distressed, setting their eyes on the Eastern Palace of Skyfire City, their hearts more uncomfortable than if they had eaten dry, overcooked food.

At this very moment,

Within the Eastern Palace of Great Yan,

A pale-faced young man with a delicate and gentle appearance looked toward the golden light in the sky while sitting in his wheelchair, his expression largely indifferent.

He pulled a jade hairpin from his bosom.

Gently caressing it.

Ever since he discovered that the woman had a special constitution, he had brought her to the Eastern Palace, made her the Crown Princess Consort, and pretended to be deeply in love with her, earning her trust.

For so many years, he had given her gifts time and again.

Whatever he gave her, she always cherished immensely.

But the most cherished of all was this jade hairpin.

It was the first gift he had given her.

The most likely to become a Different Treasure was exactly this item.

He awaited the moment when the golden pillar of light bloomed, expecting the jade hairpin in his hands to undergo a transformation.

But there was no change at all.

As time passed, the young man’s face grew more and more unsightly, slowly clenching the hairpin so tightly that his fingertips began to turn blue from the force.

Why?!

Why didn’t the hairpin change?!

Hadn’t she told me herself that it was the thing she cherished the most?!

The young man’s gaze shifted to the middle-aged man in blue beside him, "Go, bring out all her other belongings."

The middle-aged man promptly responded and quickly left.

Soon enough, the middle-aged man brought over a pile of jewelry and clothes, laying them out on the ground.

Under the young man’s watchful eye.

Not one of those items underwent any change.

The young man’s face froze in shock. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This shouldn’t be happening, why is it like this."

"I’ve planned for so many years, how could it all fail like this?"

"Without a Different Treasure, how can I, with my shallow foundations, compete with that woman in the future?!"

The young man lowered his eyes to the hairpin in his hand, his mouth corners beginning to twitch slightly.

Disappointment, sorrow, disbelief.

All these emotions surged into his heart.

Making his expression extremely ugly.

The middle-aged man watched the young man’s demeanor, expressing his concern, "Your Highness, it doesn’t matter if there is no Different Treasure, we don’t actually need one."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man sighed, "Your Highness,"

"The Crown Princess Consort never knew the full extent of what she carried; she has always been deeply in love with you."

"What she treasures might just be you, Your Highness."

"If only we could save the Crown Princess Consort, that would be wonderful."

The young man’s expression gradually grew indifferent.

"What’s the use of saying all this at a time like this?"

"Did the Commandery Princess send someone to act? If she did, I could still find a pretext to accuse her before the Emperor."

The middle-aged man shook his head.

The young man felt somewhat dejected, and with a slow shake of his head, he waved his hand to dismiss the middle-aged man.

Caressing the hairpin in his palm.

All these years of companionship, although initially, it was all an act and purely for exploiting her body to incubate a high-grade Different Treasure.

But as time went by.

All the bits and pieces accumulated over the years.

Honestly, had he truly not developed any feelings?

The young man didn’t know.

At the death of the girl in the yellow skirt, his emotions were more complex than he himself had expected.

On second thought...

What was that woman’s name again?

The young man gently massaged his forehead, "Something like Yingying..."

"That should be the name, I suppose."

The young man sighed.

He looked up at the sky, where a few remnants of golden light still adorned the heaven, adding a touch of beauty to the world.

...

Meanwhile.

Cheng Guang, who was on his way back to the Capital city.

Suddenly felt a warmth in his palm.

In his hand.

That cluster of yellow flowers.

Was flickering with a faint glow.

Cheng Guang was stunned.

...