My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Pale as pear blossoms, her face, slender as willow branches, her waist.

Despite the redness rimming her eyes, weariness was still evident.

Cheng Guang, seeing Qin Yanqiu in such a state, remained unconcerned, aware that this was simply her nature.

After all, she was the Female Martial God, a figure of considerable resilience, revealing little of her vulnerability even before her own father, let alone before him.

Cheng Guang turned his head to look at Qin Beifeng by his side.

His gaze swept to the figure behind him, and his expression suddenly turned to mild surprise.

Qin Beifeng, a man of stature, now showed the timid shyness and awkwardness of a young girl.

Quietly hiding behind Cheng Guang, he kept his head down, silent.

Seeing this, Cheng Guang felt a bit helpless and slightly stepped aside to reveal Qin Beifeng, who was concealed behind him.

Qin Yanqiu had initially focused all her attention on Cheng Guang, but upon seeing him step aside and expose the silhouette behind him, her expression instantly filled with astonishment, and then she felt like crying again.
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"Father…"

Qin Yanqiu glanced at Qin Beifeng behind Cheng Guang and then at Cheng Guang himself, momentarily at a loss, but she quickly realized it was Cheng Guang who had rescued Qin Beifeng.

In that moment, Qin Yanqiu's gratitude towards Cheng Guang soared to its zenith.

"Princely Heir, you… this… I…"

Qin Yanqiu shifted her gaze away from Qin Beifeng back to Cheng Guang, her hands flailing as if not under her control. Being naturally cool in disposition, she was at a loss for words in such a situation.

Cheng Guang smiled, "No need for further words. Have a good talk with your father and tell him to stop scheming against me if he can. We will be setting off for the Capital city tomorrow."

After saying this, Cheng Guang stood up and returned to his bedroom.

He left Qin Yanqiu and Qin Beifeng to their time together.

Qin Beifeng, at this moment, was unreliable.

Even his rescue hadn't been out of allegiance to himself.

The promise Qin Beifeng made to let him see the person behind him was merely a transaction.

There was no telling what other variables might arise later.

Therefore, controlling Qin Beifeng was not a simple task for Cheng Guang. Using Qin Yanqiu to leverage Qin Beifeng could be effective but not significantly.

After all, Qin Beifeng was a ruthless man who was capable of using his daughter's life to achieve his aims.

In the face of his goals, everything else was trivial.

While Qin Yanqiu was indeed Qin Beifeng's daughter and he held a certain affection for her, it was not profoundly deep.

It was as if the bond had been cultivated rather than being rooted in blood kinship.

Cheng Guang wasn't sure if he was overthinking it.

Cheng Guang sat cross-legged in the bedroom to rest. As the night deepened and Qing Luan had prepared the dinner outside with a good number of dishes laid out, he stepped out again.

Approaching the stone table in the courtyard, seeing the many dishes and pastries, he did not hesitate and called to Qing Luan, who was still busy, "Qing Luan, no need to cook any more dishes, this is already enough."

Qing Luan hesitated and cast a glance at Qin Beifeng, who was talking with Qin Yanqiu aside.

Cheng Guang chuckled, "It's enough, unless my grandfather comes to join us for the meal."

Upon hearing this, Qing Luan nodded, washed her hands, put down what she was doing, and wiped her water-drenched hands on the Brocade Handkerchief.

Picking up a pot of brewed tea, she walked towards Cheng Guang.

After pouring a cup of tea for Cheng Guang, Qing Luan started to get up, her gaze about to speak when it suddenly paused on the figure behind Cheng Guang, and she froze on the spot.

"Duke…"

Qing Luan was taken aback, then quickly composed herself and bowed respectfully towards the figure behind Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang also sensed something and turned to look behind him.

There stood Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, dressed in a grey robe, his gray hair neatly combed, his posture erect; despite his slender frame, he exuded the majesty of towering mountains.

"Grandfather, you…"

Cheng Guang looked at Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, his eyes revealing slight surprise, seemingly not expecting him to appear at that moment.

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, looking at Cheng Guang and stroking his beard, smiled, "Grandson, you'll be returning to the Capital city tomorrow, and who knows when you'll visit North City again. It won't be easy for this old man to see you then."

"Before you go, I wanted to have a proper meal and chat with you."

Cheng Guang nodded slightly, responding with a smile, "Grandfather, what are you saying? Anytime you wish to see me, I'll come."

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, upon hearing this, showed a tinge of wistfulness on his aged face, "Back in the day, that's exactly what your father said. But once he got married, he stopped visiting this old man."

Cheng Guang could only smile wryly at these words.

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, seemed inexplicably to be hinting to Cheng Guang:

— "Caring for the Elderly"

After speaking, Duke's gaze fell upon Qin Beifeng nearby.

Qin Beifeng, just finished communicating with Qin Yanqiu, tensed up remarkably upon the arrival of Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan.

Facing Duke previously, Qin Beifeng had mentally prepared for death, enabling him to remain composed.

But now...

He no longer wished to die.

With his master in danger, he at least wanted to protect his master's journey.

If his master faced peril while he could do nothing but watch powerlessly, Qin Beifeng could never forgive himself.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Beifeng stood up and stepped forward, giving Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, a military salute.