My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Cheng Guang was going to welcome the bride this time. As a father, even if the Taihao Sword Sect did not care much, he cared quite a bit, and would stay out of sight if he could.

Cheng Zhihai left quickly.

Compared to when he had arrived, Cheng Zhihai’s footsteps were much lighter as he departed.

Cheng Guang propelled the Flying Boat towards the Tianshan Sect, and just as he was about to enter the range of the Tianshan Sect.

Suddenly, all of heaven and earth fell silent.

Cheng Guang looked up.

He then saw a giant green porcelain bowl descending from the sky, overshadowing the Flying Boat.

Around him, the world outside seemed isolated from the world within the bowl.

But from the outside, Cheng Guang’s Flying Boat appeared to continue towards Tianmen Mountain without a change in speed, and there was no giant green porcelain bowl covering it.

All of these changes happened quietly, without many noticing.

Inside the Tianshan Sect, there was no sign of activity from the Taihao Sword Sect.

The recently departed Cheng Zhihai seemed to sense something and paused in his steps, glancing in the direction of Cheng Guang, aware that Cheng Guang was about to enter the Tianmen Mountain range.

Even if Emperor Zhou had some tricks up his sleeve, it wouldn’t be possible to send another person in such a short time.

And at the same time, the Taihao Sword Sect was also a security measure for Cheng Guang.

One would think nothing would go wrong.

Cheng Zhihai stood in place, glancing in the distance.

He could see the Flying Boat driven by Cheng Guang slowly moving towards Tianmen Mountain, without any anomalies.

He suppressed the inexplicable emotions in his heart.

Cheng Zhihai swept towards the direction of the Capital city.

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Below the green porcelain bowl, on the Flying Boat.

On the white jade eaves of the Flying Boat, a bird was trapped under the green porcelain bowl, trembling carefully, shielding its head with its wings, curling its body.

It occasionally popped its head out, sticking up its bottom, and looked at the group of people on the deck.

On the deck.

Cheng Guang looked at the green porcelain bowl above him, examined his surroundings, furrowed his brows, and quickly determined that Cheng Zhihai had just come in a rush, very likely because he sensed that someone was going to make a move on him.

But they had not caught the culprit.

Cheng Zhihai probably had not expected that as soon as he had left, the culprit would appear.

Cheng Guang ignored the tense guards around him and looked up at the green porcelain bowl, saying aloud,

"I wonder who is going through such great lengths to target me."

"Surely, it couldn’t be someone sent by my imperial uncle, the Emperor?" Stay tuned with empire

Cheng Guang was not a foolish man.

From the moment Minister of Rites Jiang Fan appeared, followed by Cheng Zhihai’s anxious inspection of the gifts from Emperor Zhou, it was conceivable that Emperor Zhou was likely behind this.

Thus, Cheng Guang spoke to test the waters.

Cheng Guang’s words fell, but there was no response.

Just as Cheng Guang was about to dishearteningly shift his gaze away from the green porcelain bowl, he suddenly felt a gaze on him.

Cheng Guang turned around and saw, at the side of the Flying Boat, Zhao Jin slowly emerging from the void, dressed in magnificent clothes, with a Jade Pendant hanging at his waist, looking at him with hands behind his back.

Although Zhao Jin was not young, his face did not show much age, and his slender figure exuded a soft air. His splendid robes added a touch of nobility to him.

He stood quietly watching Cheng Guang and softly said, "Princely Heir, may we speak privately?"

Cheng Guang sized up Zhao Jin, his eyes revealing surprise, but then with dawning realization, he nodded slightly.

He dismissed the surrounding guards and instructed Qing Luan to go back into the room.

Cheng Guang’s authority and orders were effective, and even at a time like this, no one dared to disobey him. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

After the deck was left with only Cheng Guang and Zhao Jin.

The already silent heavens and earth seemed even more desolate, save for the faint breathing and the calls of flowers and birds resting on the eaves.

Looking at Zhao Jin, Cheng Guang saw that even though Zhao Jin might have come to harm him today, he did not exude much arrogance, perfectly embodying the confidence and nobility one would expect from someone residing in the Imperial Palace.

And the Cheng Guang standing before him was equally extraordinary.

Handsome in appearance, black hair casually tied behind his back, clothed in brocade, his jade-like stature emitting a faint luster—he was a graceful nobleman.

In confidence, nobility, and the ease with which he moved, he was no less than Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin, looking at the composure of the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir before him, could not help but admire that the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir was indeed worthy of his title, remaining calm even under such circumstances.

After observing Cheng Guang for a moment, Zhao Jin suddenly said, "Princely Heir, sometimes, our own life and death aren’t for us to decide. To common people, we are noblemen, but in our eyes, it’s the one above who is the nobleman."

"A single word from a nobleman can decide our life and death."

Cheng Guang listened quietly.

Zhao Jin continued, "Such is the world, we can’t defy it. You don’t need to be too afraid today, Princely Heir. In a way, I stand with you. There’s no difference between us in the eyes of those above."

"If you do not resist, Princely Heir, I will be lighter with my hand when I move against you, not to make you suffer too much."

Cheng Guang, hearing Zhao Jin’s words, displayed a look of curiosity. "Are you saying, that the order to kill me came from His Majesty?"

Zhao Jin nodded earnestly.

It was evident that he considered Cheng Guang doomed whether he resisted or not.

Once the prohibition was cast, there were few in the world who could break it.

In the entire Great Zhou, Zhao Jin was probably the only one capable of breaking the prohibition.

Now that Cheng Guang was trapped within the prohibition, it was as if there were no escape to heaven nor door to earth.

Cheng Guang looked at Zhao Jin, curiosity still evident in his eyes.

Zhao Jin paused, then smiled again, "It’s enough for the Princely Heir to know that His Majesty wants you dead."

"Don’t bother asking why His Majesty wants me to kill you."

"I can’t clarify the cause and effect of it all at once, so let’s not waste any more words."

"Wasting words is one thing," Cheng Guang said, looking directly into Zhao Jin’s eyes, then he chuckled jokingly, "But speaking of which, do you really think you can kill me?"

Zhao Jin fell silent for a moment before shaking his head, "Honestly, I don’t know. The Princely Heir has peerless means to save himself; even if I use the prohibition to isolate heaven and earth, I may not be able to kill the Princely Heir."

"However, since I’ve come today, you are doomed."

"Otherwise, it would be my death."

"When a nobleman has spoken, you and I have no choice. One of us must die today."

At this point, Zhao Jin paused before adding, "Of course, for now, I think the Princely Heir is more likely to die."

Realization dawned on Cheng Guang, "So that’s how it is. Even if you die and I live, there’s no way to prove it was His Majesty who acted against me. He would push all the blame onto you."

"Thus, we’re both fighting like cornered beasts now," he concluded.

Zhao Jin didn’t respond and was silent for a while, about to leave when Cheng Guang suddenly said with a smile, "Hold on, I’m going to get a good bottle of wine."

Zhao Jin was taken aback, looking at Cheng Guang in astonishment.

This was a life-and-death situation already.

Why could this Town-Nation Duke’s Heir still be so indifferent?

Even if he had some means to save his life, it shouldn’t be that he felt no nervousness at all in front of me, a Ninth-order Martial Emperor Realm fighter?

Does he truly believe he is guaranteed victory?

Or does he feel that death is certain and wants to enjoy one last pleasure before then?

Zhao Jin watched Cheng Guang closely as he took out a jug of wine and began to leisurely pour and savor it on the deck.

Such an unconstrained and free-spirited demeanor of Cheng Guang brought a touch of resignation to Zhao Jin’s heart.

No one else could face such a situation as calmly as the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir before him.

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