My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

If he scolded Wu Ling again, he was afraid that Wu Ling might not know how to treat himself later on.

After a moment of silence, Emperor Zhou of Great Zhou spoke, "Alright, go and cultivate. What follows at Duke Zhen’s Mansion... Perhaps the entire Great Zhou will not be tranquil. I have no time to accompany your cultivation, go to the Blood Pool whenever you have nothing to do."

After Emperor Zhou finished speaking, his figure vanished once more.

After the figure of Emperor Zhou disappeared.

Not far from Wu Ling, a few palace maids with uneasy expressions cautiously approached and tested, "Your Highness, would you like to bathe and change your clothes first?"

After the palace maids finished speaking, Wu Ling did not react.

A moment later.

Just as the palace maids were looking at each other, thinking about stepping back.

Wu Ling suddenly stood up, fiercely wiped her eyes with her porcelain-patterned sleeve, and quickly walked towards the Blood Pool.

"No need for a bath, I’m going to practice."

Wu Ling’s face was clear, and her tone had lost its previous weakness, now carrying more of an authority figure’s presence.

Wu Ling quickly left.

Her figure disappeared swiftly.

The group of palace maids left behind exchanged glances, somewhat puzzled.

"Didn’t His Highness always hate cultivating and didn’t want to go to the Blood Pool anymore?"

"Why is he actually going on his own initiative today?"

"Could it be that he was forced by His Majesty?"

A few palace maids whispered among themselves, then not daring to discuss too much, quickly lowered their heads and hurried off following Wu Ling’s footsteps.

......

Inside the Capital City, these past two days have been restless.

The Town-Nation Duke’s Heir went to the Taihao Sword Sect to fetch a bride, not returning for two days.

Normally, being absent for two days would not be a cause for concern.

Perhaps something happened on the way that delayed him.

But from somewhere, vague rumors began to spread, alleging that the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir had encountered a powerful assassination attempt and was already dead.

Once this word was out, it instantly stirred up a massive wave in the Capital City.

But quickly, some interested parties suppressed it.

Even so, similar rumors and speculations still quietly circulated around the Capital City.

In a teahouse in the Capital City, a storyteller mysteriously spoke to the audience below:

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you know who assassinated the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir?"

As the storyteller raised this, the listeners became intrigued, their eyes widened slightly, all asking who it was.

The storyteller smiled, took a sip of tea, and then said slowly:

"It’s said that someone witnessed it."

"It seems to be someone from Great Yuan, riding a flying eagle, who boarded the Heir’s boat. It appears to be a Sky-Man, with just a palm strike, instantly causing the heavens and earth to lose their color, the winds and the clouds to shift, and the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir was crushed into powder!"

"You can only say, it was terrifying indeed!"

After he finished, the audience below exclaimed in shock.

"It was someone from Great Yuan?"

"Hiss, come to think of it, it really is possible. Within Great Zhou, who else would have the power to assassinate the Heir? Only people from other dynasties could."

"The Heir died so tragically, probably without any chance to fight back."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion.

Someone also offered a different opinion.

"Currently, the Heir’s body hasn’t been found. Perhaps the Heir had some life-saving measures and isn’t dead at all?"

But someone quickly argued against it.

"The Heir has already been turned into powder, how could there be a body to find? Besides, there’s been no movement from Duke’s Mansion, and no news that the Heir is unharmed. It seems likely that something truly did happen!"

"Alas, such pity, the majestic Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, someone we commoners could never reach in our lifetime, has been assassinated. Even noblemen have their hardships."

"Hey, you poor scholar, someone who even tries to run a tab for drinking flower wine, now you start to pity such a person as the Heir? It’s like eating radishes without feeling thirsty and worrying over nothing."

The scholar’s face turned slightly red as he covered the patches on his green robe, insisting, "How can a man of letters talk about running tabs? I intended to trade poetry for a spring night’s delight, but they were unwilling, so I said I’d write them better poems next time."

His verbose excuses went unnoticed by the others.

The air was filled with mirth.

Before long, the news of the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir’s predicament was forgotten by everyone.

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It was merely a topic of conversation for the commoners over tea and meals.

Among the audience below.

Several noblewomen passing by came in to drink tea and listen to the storyteller with laughter, but when they heard what the storyteller announced, they suddenly paused. Experience more on empire

"What is that storyteller talking about? Something about the Heir being assassinated?"

Wu Yuemei had originally made plans to meet with a few close friends for a leisurely stroll today, but after coming out, she found that something was off with her friends’ expressions.

No matter what she asked them.

Instead, they kept subtly comforting her, telling her not to worry, to relax.

At first, Wu Yuemei didn’t understand, repeatedly asking if something had happened, but the other noblewomen just laughed it off, unwilling to say more.

This made Wu Yuemei even more baffled.

She felt that her friends were hiding something from her.

But she didn’t feel it appropriate to press further, so she tried to put it out of her mind.

Passing by a teahouse, and seeing that it was busy, she decided to reserve a private room to enjoy some tea and listen to the storytelling.

However.

Wu Yuemei had not expected that just as she arrived at the teahouse, she would hear the storyteller discuss the assassination of the Heir.