My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Upon realizing what had happened, it now seemed unnecessary to hurry and catch up.

Wu Yuemei let out a sigh; she decided not to meddle further. With Cheng Zhihai accompanying, at least Guanger wouldn’t encounter any accidents on the way.

As she pondered this, Wu Yuemei stood up and returned to her room.

...

Meanwhile,

just as Cheng Zhihai, stepping on Qi, transformed into a streak of light and was pursuing the direction of the departing Flying Boat of Cheng Guang,

within the Great Zhou Imperial Palace,

Emperor Zhou, who was burning incense in Taihe Hall’s side chamber bedroom, paused in his actions and lifted his eyes towards the direction where Cheng Zhihai had left, nodding slightly.

"Zhao Jin, go follow them now,"

"Begin with a decoy to attract Zhihai’s attention. Based on my familiarity with Zhihai, I know he wouldn’t ignore the Qi rising from within the Imperial Palace and would surely follow." Enjoy new tales from empire

"You can make your move afterwards. As long as you are clean and leave few traces, even Zhihai, even the Duke of the State, won’t be able to detect that it was you."

Emperor Zhou spoke in a calm and measured tone, his stern, expressionless face revealing no emotions. After igniting the incense cake and bringing it to his lips to blow on it, he was satisfied with the smoke that rose and nodded slightly.

Then Emperor Zhou’s gaze fell on Zhao Jin, who stood beside him with utmost respect and waved his hand.

"Go ahead."

Zhao Jin bowed respectfully, replied with a "Yes," and took slow steps backward. Upon leaving Emperor Zhou’s bedroom, he rose into the air, discerned the direction for a moment, and then swept away towards the direction Cheng Guang had left, towards the Taihao Sword Sect.

Emperor Zhou looked up slightly, watching Zhao Jin’s figure disappear, and sighed deeply. His gaze lowered as he watched the smoke rising from the incense cake in his hand, filled with many emotions.

His lips moved as if to speak, but the words were swallowed back down by Emperor Zhou; he said nothing.

Emperor Zhou placed the incense cake in the burner and stood by the window with his hands behind his back, silent.

...

Cheng Guang stood on the deck of the Flying Boat, surveying the surrounding scenery.

The sky was a light blue, with white clouds drifting in the sea of clouds. The rising sun bathed the sea of clouds in a veil of pale gold.

As Cheng Guang admired the landscape, a guard approached to report.

"Princely Heir, someone is approaching."

"Someone is approaching?" Cheng Guang’s eyebrows raised slightly as he followed the guard’s direction, looking back to see a figure that, from afar, seemed no larger than a sesame seed approaching rapidly.

Cheng Guang observed the newcomer, who was too distant to see clearly, but could make out that the person was wearing an official uniform of Great Zhou.

The newcomer’s Cultivation Realm seemed to be extremely profound, moving slightly faster than the Flying Boat itself. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In just a few breaths, the tiny figure that had seemed so far away was now within arm’s reach.

The person landed steadily on the deck of Cheng Guang’s Flying Boat and bowed respectfully to Cheng Guang.

"I have seen the Princely Heir."

Cheng Guang examined the visitor, noting the uniform of the Minister of Rites. The man appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, with a chubby face that seemed quite jovial when he smiled.

This person must be the new Minister of Rites. The former one, involved in the matter of the King of South Ming, had been almost completely purged.

Seeing the new Minister of Rites before him, Cheng Guang wondered what could be the reason for this sudden visit.

Minister of Rites Jiang Fan, noticing the confusion on Cheng Guang’s face, guessed what Cheng Guang was thinking and said with a smile, "Princely Heir, I am here on Your Majesty’s orders to present a gift to you."

"A gift?" Cheng Guang was puzzled once more.

He hadn’t informed Emperor Zhou about his marriage, had he?

Where did this talk of a gift come from?

Besides, even if it was a gift, wasn’t it too early since he was just on his way to welcome his bride?

Minister of Rites Jiang Fan also didn’t know what Emperor Zhou was thinking but chuckled awkwardly, "Perhaps His Majesty has his own considerations. With the Princely Heir’s wedding imminent, and this trip to welcome the bride, His Majesty kept the gift intended for you but ordered me to present this gift, meant for the one you are to marry."

As Cheng Guang listened to Minister of Rites Jiang Fan’s words, his mouth curled slightly, not sure what to say.

At least Minister of Rites Jiang Fan managed the situation somewhat.

And from the news he inadvertently revealed, it seemed Emperor Zhou already knew about his alliance through marriage with the Taihao Sword Sect, and his trip to fetch the bride.

After all, If Emperor Zhou was not aware, how could Minister of Rites Jiang Fan have found him so precisely and be delivering a gift?

Cheng Guang pondered, thinking that he shouldn’t turn down a gift from Emperor Zhou. Just as he was about to let Minister of Rites Jiang Fan bring out the gift to take it,

there suddenly came a thunderous noise from the distant heavens.

A figure, stepping on Qi, rushed toward Cheng Guang’s Flying Boat with a ferocious and hurried momentum.

Given the newcomer’s powerful presence, all the guards on the Flying Boat initially thought they were under attack.

But upon a closer look, when the guards recognized the person, they were taken aback, and then said,

"It’s the Family Head!"

Hearing his guards, Cheng Guang’s brows furrowed. He looked toward the approaching Cheng Zhihai with confusion.

Why was Cheng Zhihai rushing up to them now?

Was it related to Minister of Rites Jiang Fan?

Cheng Guang thought this as his gaze flickered towards Minister of Rites Jiang Fan.

Minister of Rites Jiang Fan also looked puzzled as he watched Cheng Zhihai hasten forward from afar and land right before him in the blink of an eye, equally unsure of why Zhihai was in such urgent pursuit.