My System Is Three Thousand Years Early - Chapter 151
Chapter 151: Chapter 79: Nine Dragons Stealing Sky! (A Small Yet Major Chapter, Seeking Subscriptions!)_6
Cheng Guang only pondered the matter briefly and didn’t give it much thought, after all, it wasn’t related to him.
Whether it was the King of South Ming, the crown prince filled with nostalgia, or the future chaos caused by the Devil Clan during the Great Zhou Imperial Family’s ceremony, it had nothing to do with him.
He was still just a small substitute “max plus pro enhanced edition,” incapable of meddling in the contest between the great powers of the Great Zhou, the Sky-Man, and the Devil Emperor that involved the fate of the nation.
Even facing Qiu Zhiman had been incredibly inconceivable. If it weren’t for the fact that Qiu Zhiman wasn’t a genuine Martial Emperor and that many powerful divine powers and techniques couldn’t be utilized due to the restrained Heavenly and Earthly Qi, Cheng Guang would probably be dead by now.
He was only able to deal with Qiu Zhiman under a specific set of conditions.
He was currently just a small Second Rank Martial Artist in the Physique Realm, a virtually invisible Second Rank practitioner on the verge of reaching the Third Rank Yang God Realm.
If he could avoid getting involved in such matters, he would.
It had nothing to do with him.
Just then, he suddenly had a thought.
No, that’s not right.
Won’t I have to attend this royal ceremony too?
And won’t Wu Yuemei possibly be attending as well??
As soon as Cheng Guang thought of this, he suddenly became restless.
Damn it, if the royal ceremony turns to chaos, with devils dancing wildly and the Devil Emperor coming to kill, who knows how many people will die amidst such confusion.
Wu Yuemei’s cultivation strength isn’t high, and ever since she gave birth to Liunian and married into Duke Zhen’s Mansion, her Primordial Spirit realm has completely deteriorated.
Barely in the Sensing Realm.
Perhaps even less.
She is frequently frail and weakened.
As far as Cheng Guang could tell, it seemed like Wu Yuemei’s royal bloodline had also been completely drained.
The control of the royal bloodline by the Great Zhou Imperial Family is extraordinarily strict. If it’s just for marrying a consort, an outsider man marrying into the royal family is fine.
However, if a princess of the royal family marries out, her bloodline is not allowed to be spread.
This also explained why Wu Yuemei had only one son, Cheng Guang.
She is still very young and could have had another child.
But she has become unable to do so.
Cheng Guang’s expression was complex.
Is the royal family cruel?
Indeed, they are.
But this is the way the royal family maintains its authority and strengthens its advantages.
It’s understandable, but not much so.
Of course, however.
Cheng Guang also imagined.
If the royal family wasn’t restrained, it’s likely that the bloodline would flow in everyone under heaven, with its concentration decreasing over and over again.
Until at last there was hardly any left.
This kind of situation was not unprecedented.
It can be said that, within the vast flow of time and history, the descendants of the surviving dynasties might well be traced back to a member of some royal lineage.
It’s just that after countless generations, the royal blood has become incredibly diluted and can’t compare to the pure lineage of the rightful heirs of the royal family.
Thoughts surged through Cheng Guang’s mind, and he then watched the time for a while longer.
He noticed that the sky in the distance had started to brighten, and not far above the firmament, a hint of the white belly of a fish was beginning to appear.
Dawn had broken.
Early morning.
Unknowingly, he had sat through the entire night.
Cheng Guang chuckled and shook his head, planning to return to his room when Qing Luan yawned, pushed open the window, and looked at Cheng Guang with beautiful eyes seemingly filled with some grievances.
Qing Luan came out quickly with a brocade robe in her hands and draped it over Cheng Guang’s shoulders.
“Princely Heir, even though it’s still February and your cultivation has already reached the Second Rank Physique Realm, you should still be mindful to keep warm. Don’t catch a cold,”
Cheng Guang laughed and said, “I’m not that delicate. I’m not cold.”
When Qing Luan heard Cheng Guang say this, she reached out her soft hand and gently held Cheng Guang’s, only to find his palm not that cold but rather warm.
It was as if there was a furnace inside him.
This puzzled Qing Luan for a moment.
Cheng Guang chuckled and teased Qing Luan’s nose, “Alright, stop overthinking, your Princely Heir is strong.”
Qing Luan snickered, “I wonder who was the one saying last night that they couldn’t go on.”
Cheng Guang’s face turned red, and he made as if to strike.
Qing Luan quickly stepped back and playfully stuck out her tongue at Cheng Guang.
The two messed around for a while, when suddenly, from outside the courtyard gate, a voice came through.
“Princely Heir, Princely Heir, something’s wrong, terribly wrong!”
It was Lin Cheng’s voice.
Cheng Guang and Qing Luan stopped talking and looked towards the courtyard gate.
Lin Cheng ran in hastily and rushed into the courtyard, looking at Cheng Guang he said, “Princely Heir, it’s terrible!!”
Lin Cheng was sweating profusely, and because he had been running, a thick scent of sweat exuded from him.
Cheng Guang offered Lin Cheng a cup of tea, “Have some tea first, speak slowly, no rush.”
Cheng Guang remained composed.
Lin Cheng accepted it respectfully and gulped down a large mouthful urgently.
“Princely Heir, that Coachman is acting strange!!”
“His body suddenly turned red and hot, and he’s been muttering nonsense like ‘I am not a coachman, I am a coachman, not a coachman, but the Princely Heir’ and such.”
“His body is so hot, I felt like I was being burned just by touching him.”
Cheng Guang’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Oh? Where is he?”
Lin Cheng quickly answered: “Still at White Deer Manor, he fainted.”
Cheng Guang nodded slightly and then asked, “When did this happen?”
“Just yesterday,” Lin Cheng made a troubled face, “I have no idea why he suddenly became so hot. Princely Heir, you told me to keep an eye on him, not to let him die or escape, but you didn’t say I wasn’t to hit him.”
“I beat him up a few times yesterday, and I don’t know if it was because of my beating that he has become like this.”
Lin Cheng felt that he had done something wrong and was full of guilt in his eyes.
However, Cheng Guang wasn’t in a hurry, he turned to Qing Luan to prepare horses, and assured Lin Cheng, “No worries, let’s go and see!”
Cheng Guang shifted his gaze towards White Deer Manor.
He now had the ability to protect himself, and although his Second Rank Physique Realm cultivation was not considered high, it was certainly not weak.
With the protection of his guards, there shouldn’t be too much of a problem leaving the Capital city.
After all, he would return soon.
Cheng Guang’s gaze returned, casting a few glances at Song Yunqi in the shadows.
Song Yunqi seemed to sense the meaning in Cheng Guang’s eyes, which told him not to inform Cheng Zhihai.
Song Yunqi also felt a sense of hassle inwardly but dared not rebel.
Princely Heir’s strength was formidable now, his cultivation speed was swift, and he had just officially joined the Bureau of the Lamp, so it wouldn’t be long before he could become one of his top superiors.
Song Yunqi didn’t dare to offend Cheng Guang.
But he also didn’t dare to offend Cheng Zhihai.
For a moment, he was somewhat bewildered and uncertain about what to do.
Cheng Guang didn’t bother about him, he simply warned Song Yunqi not to tell Cheng Zhihai.
Once Qing Luan had prepared the horses, Cheng Guang immediately led Lin Cheng along with numerous guards, and they rushed towards White Deer Manor.
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