My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Do they really take Cheng Zhihai and his own guards as mere decorations?

Cheng Guang hardly cared.

Savoring his tea, he watched the Qi exploding in the distance, feeling somewhat like he was watching fireworks.

At the same time, the commotion also caught the attention of certain interested parties outside Duke Zhen's Mansion, drawing many eyes to that location.

"What's happening here? Did someone break into Duke Zhen's Mansion uninvited?"

"Aren't they just courting death?"

"The ruckus is quite big. These fifty or so people, their Cultivation Realms are not low. It's a pity, really, daring to trouble Duke Zhen's Mansion."

Voices of discussion rose from outside the mansion.

Meanwhile, inside.

Sitting in front of the mansion gate, basking in the sun, and embroidering flowers, Wu Yuemei was startled by the sudden disturbance. Her maid quickly went to inquire on her behalf.

After learning the reason behind the commotion.

Wu Yuemei was a little dumbfounded.

She couldn't understand what exactly was going on.

First, those fifty or so people came to visit Guanger, seemingly like they were acquaintances, and then Guanger also acted very warmly, leading them into the mansion.

And then...

He just let the guards kill all these people?

Fifty or so people, were they all assassins? Or something else?

Wu Yuemei was confused, looking at the Qi bursting in the sky nearby, she lost the mood to continue embroidering. She decided to find Cheng Guang later to ask what was going on.

......

The bustle of Qi only lasted for a mere quarter of an hour before it was suppressed.

Within the Million Specie Garden.

"Princely Heir, the situation should be resolved over there," Qing Luan said softly.

Cheng Guang nodded slightly, slowly set down his teacup, and looked towards the courtyard.

The figure of Steward Wang appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.

Steward Wang's face was still calm, but sweat was still evident on his forehead.

Obviously, having the guards in the mansion attack a group of cultivators at the fifth and sixth ranks had put him under considerable pressure.

If those people were to damage the buildings inside Duke Zhen's Mansion during their fight, he would be devastated.

Fortunately, although there were quite a few of them, their strength was simply not enough in front of the mansion's guards.

Just as they were feasting on Spirit Food, completely off guard, cold blades suddenly struck, swiftly dealing with the majority.

Some with quicker reactions were not finished off in one blow, and the guards followed up with several slashes. Under the chaotic hacking, the people who were alive and kicking a second ago, were completely still the next.

"Princely Heir, it's taken care of," Steward Wang reported.

Cheng Guang nodded slightly and said in a calm voice, "Clean up that area thoroughly, there's nothing else to do."

Steward Wang responded carefully, feeling an inexplicable fear towards the Princely Heir who could show a bright smile one second and send someone to the Underworld the next.

After responding, he quickly left.

Qing Luan's beautiful eyes glanced at the sky not far away, where the clouds had been completely dispersed by the burst of Qi.

The sky was clear and the atmosphere was peaceful.

As if nothing had happened at all.

Qing Luan looked at the sky, then at the Princely Heir sitting at the stone table, his expression calm and unhurried as he sipped his tea.

She pursed her lips slightly, wanting to ask Cheng Guang about the identity of those people just now.

But as the words reached her lips, she swallowed them down.

She had a vague feeling that there was more to the situation than met the eye and didn't pursue the matter, instead quietly standing behind Cheng Guang, occasionally refilling his tea.

In a corner of the courtyard, Lin Cheng, who was usually unnoticed, looked at the scene and inexplicably felt envious of Qing Luan.

For some reason.

Ever since Qing Luan began to warm the bed, his status had been declining day by day, not even getting as many chances to speak with the Princely Heir as she did.

Recently, there was even another sycophant hanging around the Princely Heir.

Sigh.

What to do?

If this continues, I, Lin Cheng, will be less than a dog.

A trace of anxiety appeared on Lin Cheng's simple face.

—The anxious Lin Cheng.jpg

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Meanwhile, at the residence of the Queen of South Ming,

the Queen sat by a stone table in the courtyard, gently blowing on the teacup in her hand, her eyes noble and clear like tranquil water.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she looked up toward the direction of Duke Zhen's Mansion, her brows furrowing slightly.

Setting down her teacup, she prepared to ask her Maiden Lan Ping what was happening at Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Maiden Lan Ping hurried out to inquire and returned moments later, breathless, "Your Majesty, it's said that assassins have infiltrated Duke Zhen's Mansion, quite a number of them—over fifty!"

"Although these assassins are bold, they really are quite foolish, daring to attempt an assassination on the Town-Nation Duke's Heir. And to choose the morning for their attack, who knows what they were thinking," Lan Ping remarked, her face filled with confusion.

Hearing Lan Ping's words, the Queen's beautiful eyes widened in slight shock, her fine brows knitting together...

"What? Assassins have entered Duke Zhen's Mansion, and there are more than fifty of them?"

The Queen was stunned for a moment before asking again.

She couldn't believe her own ears.

Maiden Lan Ping nodded her head,

finding it strange why her Queen would react this way upon hearing about assassins in Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Could it be the Queen also couldn't believe that someone would dare to enter Duke Zhen's Mansion in broad daylight to assassinate the Princely Heir?

Uh...

That must be the reason.

Lan Ping found a reason for herself.

Meanwhile, the Queen's body trembled slightly, a fierce anger spreading in her autumn-water-like eyes, her hands clenched into tight fists, nails digging deeply into her flesh.

She struggled to maintain her composure, but the shock and rage in her eyes could not be concealed.

Town-Nation Duke's Heir.

Very well, very well.

So, this is the game, huh?

Claiming to rely on their nostalgia for the crown prince, expressing a desire to join with us, only to turn around and kill all the people I sent, treating them as assassins.

All that was just an act!?

What's the aim here?

Even if there is one face for the public and another behind closed doors, it shouldn't happen this quickly!

Am I being treated like a clown!?

The Queen's complexion darkened, her aura becoming chaotic.

The atmosphere in the courtyard grew tense and oppressive, the sunlight seemingly dimming somewhat.

The Queen sat silently, thoughts tumultuous.

She recalled the Town-Nation Duke's Heir's nonchalant behavior when facing her that morning.

And she thought about the Town-Nation Duke's Heir's earlier facade, speaking of wanting to join them.

Now, the Queen felt as if her face was being slapped resoundingly.

As if the Town-Nation Duke's Heir had grabbed her by the collar and was smacking her own face.

The once mighty Abyss Demon Emperor had never suffered such humiliation!

A surge of rage rose in the Queen's heart, thinking that even if it meant sacrificing this avatar of hers, she would erase this Town-Nation Duke's Heir!

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her agitated emotions.

But she realized,

it was impossible to calm down.

"How dare he play me like this! How dare he?"

"One moment he agrees to help us, and as soon as I return to my residence, before my seat even warms, I find out that all the men I had sent have been killed."

"Backstabbing is one thing, but does it have to be so swift?"

"Is there no shame at all?"

The Queen felt stifled.

In the sunlight, the Queen's skin, already fair and smooth, like fine porcelain, now seemed to be as lustrous and translucent as crystal due to her fury—perhaps even adding to her beauty.

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