My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

After entering Duke Zhen's Mansion, she stopped a guard and asked for directions.

When the guard saw Wu Ling, he was struck by her stunning appearance and understood that her identity was not simple.

The guard even thought that Wu Ling might be a friend of Cheng Guang's or something like that.

He immediately pointed Wu Ling in a direction.

Wu Ling nodded slightly and followed the direction indicated by the guard.

If it weren't for her not wanting to attract too much attention in Duke Zhen's Mansion,

she would have used her cultivation to project her Primordial Spirit and found Cheng Guang's location right away. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

For now, she just wanted to come quietly and then leave quietly.

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The yellow river flowed on while leaves fell in abundance.

After the summer, the winds grew stronger and the falling leaves increased, yet new leaves sprouted, showing a scene brimming with vitality.

Cheng Guang was cultivating in the courtyard.

His Primordial Spirit had already become very strong, needing only to slowly build up his accumulations without being drained by the power of the Fruits of Path to Divinity all at once.

The main focus was still on training his body.

Cheng Guang swung his limbs around in the courtyard, and the sound of metal clanging from his body became deeper and thicker. If one listened closely, they could sometimes hear the hissing of divine pythons emanating from him.

Cheng Guang also clearly noticed that his physical strength was becoming more and more enduring. Now, even without using Martial Arts, facing ordinary martial artists at the sixth or seventh rank, he hardly felt any pressure at all.

After practicing martial exercises for a while and feeling that he had reached his limit, Cheng Guang stopped.

At the right moment, Qing Luan came over, holding a Brocade Handkerchief to delicately wipe away the fine sweat from Cheng Guang's forehead.

Cheng Guang smiled as he watched Qing Luan, took the Brocade Handkerchief from her hand, and said, "Qing Luan, I can take care of this myself."

Qing Luan softly smiled and replied, "Taking care of the Princely Heir is the very purpose of my existence. Please, allow me to do something for you."

Cheng Guang felt helpless.

Qing Luan took back the Brocade Handkerchief from Cheng Guang's hand, just as she was about to help him change his clothes and accompany him for a bath, when she heard a series of light yet hurried footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.

"Do we have a visitor?"

Qing Luan voiced her confusion.

Cheng Guang didn't make a sound but listened attentively to the breath of the newcomer. Once he recognized it clearly, his eyes narrowed slightly in a brief daze.

"Why has she come?"

"She? Who is she?" Qing Luan asked, puzzled.

Meanwhile, Ning Qianxue seemed to have sensed something as well, her gaze falling outside the courtyard.

Under her watch, a figure dressed in elegant royal attire that shimmered like the rosy clouds and whose every step bloomed like lotuses, appeared outside the courtyard.

"It's you?"

At first glance, Ning Qianxue recognized Wu Ling and called out in shock.

Wu Ling stood at the courtyard entrance, observing the inside of the courtyard.

She ignored Ning Qianxue, her gaze sweeping over her before falling on Cheng Guang.

"May I come in?"

Wu Ling asked Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang had not expected Wu Ling to come looking for him at this time.

He had only just returned from her Crown Prince East Palace.

Cheng Guang was puzzled but still stepped aside, gesturing an invitation as he spoke:

"Please, come in."

Wu Ling nodded slightly and stepped into Million Specie Garden.

She approached Cheng Guang.

Her bright eyes flickered as she stared at Cheng Guang, watching him intently.

Just as her red lips parted slightly, as if she was about to say something,

a figure swiftly dashed from the side, placing themselves between Cheng Guang and Wu Ling.

Ning Qianxue crossed her arms, appearing confrontational as she glared at Wu Ling.

"You, as the Crown Prince, why are you not staying in the Imperial Palace, running around outside all the time?"

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Wu Ling, upon seeing Ning Qianxue blocking the way between herself and Cheng Guang, suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

Her mouth slightly agape, she was somewhat at a loss.

Her gaze shifted back to Cheng Guang.

It clearly conveyed a "you decide what to do" sentiment.

Cheng Guang, however, didn't seem to care about Wu Ling's expression and shook his head with a chuckle. He gently ruffled Ning Qianxue's hair, "Qianxue, she must have come to find me for something."

Ning Qianxue pouted and glared at Wu Ling.

Her woman's intuition told her.

That Wu Ling was no ordinary woman.

At that moment, Wu Ling was also secretly fuming, her hand clenched tight, but soon she slowly relaxed it.

"Forget it, I'm leaving."

Having said that, Wu Ling turned and walked away without any hesitation.

Just as she was about to leave.

Wu Ling suddenly found her hand caught by someone.

The speed was so fast, Wu Ling didn't even have a chance to react.

Startled, Wu Ling quickly turned around and, upon seeing that Ning Qianxue was gripping her hand, not someone else, she was taken aback.

Ning Qianxue... could it be her strength was even greater than hers?

How could her speed be so fast?

Shock that couldn't be concealed welled up in Wu Ling's eyes.

Yet Ning Qianxue did not notice Wu Ling's astonishment, only saying, "If you've come all this way, why leave? I'm rather curious about why you're looking for the Princely Heir."

"Just go ahead and speak."

Although Ning Qianxue agreed to let Wu Ling stay,

she still harbored some hostility towards her.

Ning Qianxue herself didn't understand why she felt this way.

She only felt that Wu Ling's arrival might very well be an attempt to take something from her.

What was she here to take?

To take the Princely Heir?

But that didn't seem right.

By the Princely Heir's side were Qin Yanqiu and Qing Luan, and Ning Qianxue herself didn't feel jealous.

So why did she feel uneasy specifically about Wu Ling, the Crown Prince?

Ning Qianxue didn't quite understand and, covering her chest, she let go of Wu Ling's hand and stood beside Cheng Guang.

Wu Ling looked at Ning Qianxue with astonishment, rubbing her slightly painful wrist, then turned her attention to Cheng Guang.

"May I come in here? Is that okay?"

Cheng Guang nodded and then said with a smile, "Just go ahead and speak. Your sudden visit must not be for a trivial matter."

Wu Ling responded, "Indeed, it's not a trivial matter."

"Great Yuan has invaded Great Zhou. One of the borders has already fallen, and it's unknown how many cities have been captured. To this day, aside from a few sporadic messages, we still don't know how many Great Yuan troops have attacked Great Zhou."

"All those who have encountered Great Yuan's forces are likely to have been silenced."

Wu Ling said this.

Cheng Guang's face showed little surprise.

After this battle, Great Yuan had reduced Great Zhou to a single city's land. Apart from the role of the King of South Ming, Great Yuan itself must have attached great importance to this.

Therefore, all those who encountered Great Yuan having no survivors was somewhat expected.

Wu Ling noticed that upon hearing her words, Cheng Guang's expression did not waver in the slightest, and she knew he must have been aware of this matter.

After taking a deep breath to compose herself,

she continued:

"Didn't you say before that Great Zhou would fall into chaos, and that I could ask for your help? I want to know, how do you plan to intervene?"

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