My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Wu Yuemei fiercely shook off Cheng Zhihai’s hand, "Have you discovered anything now? There are not many in the entire Great Zhou who could assassinate Guanger."

"Apart from Qian Siyuan and his people, what have you found out yourself?"

Cheng Zhihai’s lips quivered, struggling to speak, and finally said ambiguously, "I have some suspicions about who might have done it, but at the moment I’m not certain. I plan to look into it further later."

Wu Yuemei asked, "Who is it?"

Cheng Zhihai fell silent for a few breaths, then sighed and slowly began,

"Yuemei, I suspect it might be something His Majesty has done."

As Cheng Zhihai’s words fell, Wu Yuemei’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her jade fingers clenched tightly together.

After a pause, Cheng Zhihai continued, "His Majesty has always harbored misgivings about our Duke Zhen’s Mansion. He had intended to move against my Bureau of the Lamp some time ago but wasn’t successful."

"I originally thought His Majesty would no longer harbor any designs against us, but now I don’t know why he would lay hands on Guanger."

"When Guanger left the Capital city to go to the Taihao Sword Sect, a trace of Qi rose from within the Imperial Palace. After following it, I discovered it was the newly appointed Minister of Rites, acting on His Majesty’s orders to bring gifts to Guanger."

"Seeing that the man harbored no malice, I left it at that."

"But who could have imagined that not long after I left, such an incident would occur."

"Now I have been ordered by His Majesty not to leave the Capital city, so even if I wanted to go investigate, I’m powerless."

"All these signs make it hard to say that His Majesty’s shadow isn’t behind this."

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After Cheng Zhihai finished speaking, Wu Yuemei’s expression grew increasingly grim, filled with many other complex emotions.

There was silence again for a few breaths.

Suddenly, Wu Yuemei looked up, got to her feet, her long skirt fluttering, and with swift steps headed toward the hall’s exit.

Cheng Zhihai noticed Wu Yuemei’s actions and for a moment didn’t understand which act she was putting on. He stood there dazed but then hurried to his feet and followed behind Wu Yuemei, intending to see what she was up to.

Cheng Zhihai knew that Wu Yuemei was not in the right state of mind at this point.

He inexplicably feared that Wu Yuemei might do something foolish.

Following Wu Yuemei out of the main hall of the Bureau of the Lamp, Cheng Zhihai saw Wu Yuemei boarding a Jade Carriage.

Just before boarding the Jade Carriage, Cheng Zhihai heard Wu Yuemei speak to the carriage driver,

"To the Imperial Palace."

As the words fell,

The Jade Carriage rose and streaked directly toward the Imperial Palace.

At that moment, seeing Wu Yuemei heading to the Imperial Palace, Cheng Zhihai widened his eyes, instinctively wanting to stop her.

He could imagine that Wu Yuemei’s visit to the Imperial Palace was most likely to seek His Majesty and inquire if he was involved in the matter with Guanger.

But then Cheng Zhihai thought that Princess Yuemei, being a princess of Great Zhou, didn’t need to engage in any conspiracy with Emperor Zhou; she was likely aiming to confront the issue directly.

His relationship with Emperor Zhou was that of a sovereign and subject.

But not so with Wu Yuemei.

Perhaps letting Wu Yuemei directly question Emperor Zhou to see his intentions at this moment was the best option.

Thinking this, Cheng Zhai’s expression turned complicated.

Perhaps it would have been much better to have told Wu Yuemei from the start and think of strategies together rather than him busying himself alone.

Wu Yuemei was not as fragile as he had imagined.

Cheng Zhihai sighed, stepped on the Qi, and his body turned into a streak of light, closely following behind Wu Yuemei’s Jade Carriage toward the Imperial Palace.

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Emperor Zhou’s bedchamber was connected to the outside world, and under the light of the moon, the pine needles on the ancient trees still showed a hint of green.

Just as Emperor Zhou was preparing to have a noblewoman beside him help him undress for bed, a burst of noisy voices suddenly arose from outside the chamber.

Emperor Zhou listened to the commotion outside the chamber, his brow slightly furrowed. He really hadn’t expected that at this hour, someone would come to disturb him in his chamber.

Emperor Zhou instructed the noblewoman clad in a thin silk gown beside him to go and wash up first, and he would join her after, then he pushed the door open and stepped out to look.

"Princess Yuemei, Princess Yuemei, His Majesty has already retired for the night, and you must not disturb him," pleaded Zhao Jin, standing in the way of Princess Yuemei and Cheng Zhihai with a pained expression.

Princess Yuemei’s eyebrows raised slightly, "Step aside."

Zhao Jin looked troubled, his gaze seeking help from Cheng Zhihai.

But Cheng Zhihai had no response and remained silent.

Seeing Cheng Zhihai act this way, Zhao Jin knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back Princess Yuemei and it was possible he didn’t even want to try. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zhao Jin could understand the feelings of Princess Yuemei and Cheng Zhihai at this time. After all, the Princely Heir might have already died, and it would be difficult for them as parents not to care.

Cheng Zhihai was not a fool, he must have realized to some extent that Emperor Zhou was involved in this matter.

However, Cheng Zhihai still had some regard for propriety; he himself would not likely break into the Imperial Palace at this hour.

This time, he might just be taking advantage of Princess Yuemei’s status.

With these thoughts, Zhao Jin’s gaze fell on Wu Yuemei, and just as he was about to say something,

A commanding voice came from behind.

"Zhao Jin, step aside," said the voice.

Upon hearing the authoritative voice behind him, Zhao Jin’s body stiffened slightly, then he quickly stepped aside and respectfully saluted Emperor Zhou.