My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

He actually felt like laughing.

After all, Empress Wei was the reigning ruler of Great Wei.

How could she still be so petty?

He hadn't done anything to her, and yet at a time like this, she chose to trip him up.

Alright, this is how it's going to be, huh.

A hint of discontent rose in Cheng Guang's heart towards Empress Wei.

Cheng Guang knew that because Empress Wei was bound by a great oath, she couldn't act against him personally.

That's why Empress Wei thought of using Wu Ling's methods to deal with Cheng Guang.

Perhaps she knew that Wu Ling was essentially harmless to Cheng Guang.

But she just thought that if she could disgust him somewhat, it would be good enough.

The proud Empress Wei was probably still holding a grudge about what happened in the Secret Realm.

Cheng Guang's eyelids drooped, he remained silent for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Wu Ling, "What do you think is true?"

Wu Ling shook her head, "I don't know."

"That's why I'm asking you."

Cheng Guang sat by the stone table, his finger gently tapping on the surface, making a crisp sound. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Much of it is true."

"Only the details have been distorted."

Cheng Guang spoke.

Wu Ling listened.

When Wu Ling heard Cheng Guang say that much of it was true, her eyes trembled slightly, her hand hidden under her skirt involuntarily tightened, but then slowly relaxed again.

When Cheng Guang said this, his tone paused slightly, "You should know that His Majesty wants to kill me."

"And even sent Zhao Jin to do it."

"If it weren't for some tricks up my sleeve, I might well have been a ghost by now."

"In the Secret Realm, His Majesty seized my gains within. He just didn't expect that the things in my storage ring were not all desirable."

When Wu Ling heard this, her bright eyes lifted slightly and she asked, "So, you're saying it was all my father's fault. Even if you framed my father, Princely Heir, it would be what he deserves?"

Cheng Guang shook his head.

Then he fell silent again.

He turned to look at the distant pavilion.

"I was only acting in self-defense. If His Majesty doesn't die, my Duke Zhen's Mansion will never have peace, and neither will I."

"He has made an assassination attempt on me once, which has already set things into motion. No matter how much we try to mend our relationship, it can't be restored."

"I didn't kill him with my own hands. The Sky-Man troubled by those strange Worms wasn't only him."

At this point, Wu Ling had begun to understand, slowly exhaling a breath.

"So you had the capability to save him, but you chose not to."

"Empress Wei is also a Sky-Man, the only one who came out of the Secret Realm alive, right? You saved her, didn't you?"

Cheng Guang nodded slightly.

Wu Ling pursed her red lips, her bright eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Princely Heir really is quite the charmer, leaving room for sentiment everywhere. I just didn't expect you to even involve Empress Wei, though it seems she doesn't like you much."

Cheng Guang shook his head, "I did not. Don't falsely accuse me."

Speaking of this.

Cheng Guang's gaze lifted slightly, meeting Wu Ling's bright eyes, and he directly asked, "So, what do you plan to do with me in the future, Your Highness? Will you seek vengeance for your father, or will you make this matter public, causing the world to curse and revile me?"

Wu Ling took a deep breath, then looked at Cheng Guang.

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Cheng Guang frowned, clearly impatient, "Then Your Highness, calling me over here wasn't just to have tea, was it?"

Wu Ling was fine up until then, but upon hearing Cheng Guang's impatient tone, she exploded.

Sprung to her feet.

One hand slapped down on the tabletop.

"What if I did call you over here for tea?"

"Are you insisting I must do something to you?"

"Do you not realize that even if my father is the worst, he is still my only family in this world!"

"You! You are just...!"

As Wu Ling spoke, her voice suddenly faltered, and she found herself at a loss for words. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and her nose felt sour.

All at once, she flung out a hand.

Powerful Primordial Spirit energy converged in front of her, forming a Longsword.

Wu Ling grasped the Longsword and thrust it towards Cheng Guang.

As she stabbed at him,

Wu Ling spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, "Are you satisfied now??"

Cheng Guang's eyes widened slightly, seeing the tears in Wu Ling's eyes and her agitated emotions.

For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

His mind seemingly hit a snag.

And halted.

Cheng Guang didn't understand why Wu Ling was crying.

He hadn't said anything strange, had he?

Their relationship was not that close, was it?

Was Wu Ling crying for Emperor Zhou?

No, that can't be right.

When Zhao Jin was talking about Emperor Zhou, Wu Ling showed no change in emotion, and there was not much sadness in her expression.

If she had to cry over Emperor Zhou, she probably wouldn't have been able to hold back until now.

She didn't cry over Emperor Zhou, but she lost her composure over something he said.

Could it be that Wu Ling has feelings for him…

Cheng Guang considered an absurd possibility.

Looking at Wu Ling.

He found the whole situation absurd.

That couldn't be possible.

Cheng Guang didn't remember having any particularly deep interactions with Wu Ling.

Thinking back to their first meeting, the first chess game, everything that had happened.

And recalling how Wu Ling had purposefully looked for him in the crowd during the royal ceremony.

Not to mention recently, how Wu Ling suddenly stood in the doorway at his grand wedding, disregarding etiquette.

All these things, overt and otherwise, expressed her feelings.