My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Emperor Zhou of Great Zhou wanted to uproot Duke Zhen’s Mansion. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

That’s why the Duke of the State flew into a rage, leading his army south, pointing directly at the Capital city.

At this juncture, all sides believed that perhaps a bloody showdown between Emperor Zhou and the Duke of the State was about to occur.

The next day.

Another piece of news suddenly came out.

Qian Siyuan and Li Zhengyang, who had gone out to investigate on behalf of Duke Zhen’s Mansion, sent a message that the Princely Heir had not met with any mishap and had safely reached the Taihao Sword Sect.

The reason he had not shown himself was that he was staying in the Taihao Sword Sect for some time.

After this news was released, all sides were suddenly dumbfounded, the very people who were prepared to watch a good show and pick up the benefits in its wake suddenly felt that the drama unfolding before them might just be a play staged in cooperation between Emperor Zhou and the Duke of the State.

Whether the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir was dead or not.

It actually took so long to verify?

Emperor Zhou couldn’t be that foolish, could he?

If he truly was the one behind it, whether the Princely Heir was killed or not, wouldn’t he know?

The Duke couldn’t be that foolish, could he?

His own son’s life or death, would he not know of it?

And yet, he only released the news that his son was alive now??

Could it be that someone is deliberately hiding something???

For a moment, speculation was rife among all forces, and discussions were non-stop.

...

A round of autumn light turns to golden waves; the flying mirror is polished yet again.

The gathered moonlight faintly falls like cold dew, painting the autumn sky in a wash of chilly serenity.

But Cheng Guang’s small courtyard was not cold.

Cheng Guang and Ning Qianxue were sitting in front of a stone table, looking up at the moon.

Ning Qianxue rested her cheek on her hand, gazing at the round moon in the sky.

The firmament was cloudless, the breeze was still; it was the perfect time for moon-gazing.

"Princely Heir, as you watch the sky, it’s truly dark, but the stars around it are so bright and dazzling. My mother used to say that when people die, they might turn into stars in the sky. Who knows which one might be my mother…"

"I’ve always liked to look at the sky since I was a child, often gazing all day long…"

Ning Qianxue admired the bright moon in the heavens, muttering to herself, but Cheng Guang did not respond.

Only Qing Luan, standing behind Cheng Guang, would occasionally nod and chime in with a laugh.

After speaking a few words with Qing Luan, Ning Qianxue turned her attention to Cheng Guang beside her.

She saw Cheng Guang flipping through some correspondence on the stone table, occasionally nodding or shaking his head with a chuckle.

This left Ning Qianxue puzzled, not knowing what the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir was reading to elicit such expressions.

Qing Luan beside her was also at a loss, but since the Princely Heir did not speak of it, she did not press the matter further.

Cheng Guang put away the letter and slightly lifted his gaze, noticing Ning Qianxue and Qing Luan’s watchful eyes. He smiled and shook his head without explanation, merely saying one thing.

"We’ll return now, Qing Luan. Pack the luggage briefly."

On hearing Cheng Guang’s words, Qing Luan asked with confusion, "Princely Heir, is there such a hurry?"

Cheng Guang replied with a smile, "If we don’t return now, we’ll miss the good show that’s about to begin."

Qing Luan was confused by Cheng Guang’s words; what good show was he talking about?

Qing Luan wanted to hear a detailed explanation from Cheng Guang, but Cheng Guang showed no intention of continuing, which made her feel slightly aggrieved.

The Princely Heir had become the Mysterious Oracle again.

Although Qing Luan felt a bit aggrieved, she was sensible and did not ask further, promptly getting up to pack the luggage.

Ning Qianxue heard Cheng Guang’s words and knew that he was planning to leave tonight, which meant she would likely follow him back. Once they left, it was uncertain how long it would take before they could return to the Taihao Sword Sect.

She couldn’t help feeling a bit dejected at the thought.

A wave of sentimental emotion rose in Ning Qianxue’s heart, making her seem like a literary girl, filled with a touch of sorrow.

As Cheng Guang watched Ning Qianxue in her current state, he shook his head with a smile, about to say something to her when.

Several figures rushed over from a distance.

The leader among them was Ning Liang.

Seeing Cheng Guang by the stone table in the courtyard, Ning Liang immediately let out a sigh of relief, swiftly descended, and came near to Cheng Guang, greeting, "Princely Heir, do you know about the events outside?"

Cheng Guang nodded slightly.

As expected, Ning Liang was not surprised.

He gave a wry smile, "Princely Heir, I knew there was a reason you wanted to stay in the Taihao Sword Sect for a few more days. The outside world is now in chaos, the Duke of the State and Emperor Zhou almost came to blows over you."

"They’re saying you were assassinated by Emperor Zhou and have died in the Underworld."

"Princely Heir, you are unharmed, how can such preposterous rumors spread?"

Saying this, Ning Liang looked puzzled.

The Princely Heir had only stayed in his own Taihao Sword Sect for a while, and such absurd talk had emerged outside.

If he had stayed any longer, who knows what consequences it would have brewed.

Listening to Ning Liang’s words, Cheng Guang nodded, smiling in agreement.

Ning Liang knew not much.

He also didn’t know that Emperor Zhou had indeed sent someone to assassinate Cheng Guang.

Although Ning Liang had seen Zhao Jin on the Flying Boat, he had not linked Zhao Jin with Emperor Zhou or any assassination.

Indeed, the scene at that time was truly peculiar.

If Zhao Jin had come to assassinate, how could he be unharmed, even able to chat and laugh with the Princely Heir?

Contemplating, Ning Liang looked at Cheng Guang and said, "Princely Heir, if we leave tonight, isn’t the timing too rushed?"