My System Is Three Thousand Years Early - Chapter 135
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She only knew that something had gone wrong on Crane-Crying Island.
Her son was in danger.
Moreover, even the emperor didn’t have the means to initiate a rescue at this time.
Wu Yuemei didn’t speak; she just stood there dumbfounded, her needlework and the Brocade Handkerchief slipping weakly from her hands to the floor.
Unbeknownst to her, sparkling tears had begun to form in her beautiful eyes.
The tears flowed silently from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and falling to the ground.
“Guanger, my Guanger…”
“He can’t be in trouble, he just can’t be…”
She hastily stood up, intending to walk out of the courtyard.
But she didn’t get far.
Wu Yuemei felt a sudden dizziness in her head and fainted.
Her body trembled once.
Limp, she collapsed onto the ground.
Everything happened so fast that Mrs. Xue couldn’t react in time, barely managing to catch Wu Yuemei’s body and urgently calling for servants.
“Someone, get the physician here!”
Throughout Duke Zhen’s Mansion, chaos reigned at once.
At this moment, Qing Luan was still in the Million Specie Garden, scrutinizing the flowers and plants.
While watering the flowers and propping up her chin, she wondered when the Princely Heir would return.
The Million Specie Garden was too quiet without the Princely Heir for a day.
If the Princely Heir returned, I would definitely have to give him a piece of my mind.
Talking about how there could be accidents.
Then he took Bai Shuxuan away.
But not me.
Is that concern for me?
Pah! I don’t even want to expose you.
You clearly favor her more… and dislike me…
As she thought about it, Qing Luan’s face took on a look of sorrow, and she lowered her head to silently glance at her own chest.
She weighed it with her hands.
It didn’t feel small at all.
Compared to Bai Shuxuan, it wasn’t much different…
As Qing Luan thought this, she took on a bit of a self-comforting mentality.
Too big isn’t good anyway.
Small and cute has its own charm.
At that moment, Qing Luan suddenly heard a commotion outside the courtyard gate.
Many anxious and hurried guards and servants were passing by.
The talk was of the Princely Heir being in trouble, the lady having fainted.
“The Princely Heir is in trouble? The lady has fainted?”
Qing Luan murmured to herself, but obviously, she didn’t know what had happened at this point.
After stopping a guard and asking a few questions,
she learned the full story, and her complexion turned pale.
Her delicate body began to tremble, as if she could feel a wave of bone-chilling coldness throughout her being.
Qing Luan silently hugged herself and crouched down, helplessly burying her head.
“Something’s wrong…”
“What happened?”
“How is the Princely Heir now?”
Qing Luan felt utterly drained of strength.
After a moment, she tried to stand up and head outside the mansion.
Inside Duke Zhen’s Mansion, she couldn’t gather much information anymore.
Everyone in the mansion was busy tending to the lady who had fainted; there was no time to waste on her.
She decided to seek the answers herself.
However, she hadn’t gone far
when a sudden, inexplicable wave of despair engulfed her completely.
She suddenly didn’t dare to seek out the news anymore.
She had only heard that the Princely Heir was in trouble,
but no terrible news had reached her ears yet.
If the Princely Heir had truly died…
Qing Luan didn’t know what face she should wear to confront it.
Concern, pain, and despair all flooded her heart at once.
Suddenly, her mind buzzed, and everything went blank.
Qing Luan’s body trembled a few times before she collapsed, powerless, to the ground.
A passing maiden noticed Qing Luan and cried out urgently, “Something’s wrong; Miss Qing Luan has fainted!”
“Quick, take Miss Qing Luan to the physician!”
Duke Zhen’s Mansion could not settle down for the time being.
In the streets of the Capital City, most places were deserted.
The majority of people had congregated where they could view the projected images.
Many taverns showing the projection of Crane-Crying Island were completely packed.
Many people, despite spending a lot of silver, couldn’t get a good spot and could only stand on tiptoes to watch the projection.
In the projection at this time,
the revealed scene was of a great hall.
It was far from the Central Loft.
Gathered by the Bureau of the Lamp were students from the Great Zhou Martial Academy, along with a few from Great Wei’s Martial Academy, all standing by.
Several constables from the Bureau of the Lamp guarded them with knives at their sides.
Although the Qi of many constables was restrained and some even had a weaker physique than the students, they still dutifully protected them.
Most students from the Martial Academy were still bewildered,
unaware of what was happening.
Qi suddenly restrained,
suddenly called over by the constables from the Bureau of the Lamp.
What in the world was happening?
Among them, most were unaware of what was transpiring at the Central Loft at this time.
Simultaneously, at the Central Loft,
many men in black robes were beginning to disperse to pursue the wandering Martial Academy students and single officials.
Those above the fifth rank were executed on the spot,
while those below the fourth rank were taken to the first floor of the Central Loft, tied up hand and foot, and carelessly thrown aside like sausages.
The men in black robes surrounded the students who had been brought back, eyeing them maliciously, watching them intently.
Most of those brought back by the men in black robes were students and martial officials from Great Wei’s Martial Academy, with very few from Great Zhou’s.
Among them, many had been persuaded by the Bureau of the Lamp to go elsewhere, but as people of Great Wei, how could they heed the words of the constables from Great Zhou’s Bureau of the Lamp?
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