My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Even if his identity were exposed in the future, he could live very well in this world without relying on Duke Zhen's Mansion, purely on his own strength and capital.

That's what Cheng Guang thought as he quietly sighed, then said nothing further and closed his eyes to focus on his cultivation.

Time passed by.

It was two days before he realized it.

On this day, Cheng Guang left the secret room, and Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, found a suitable reason for him, claiming it almost cost half a life to heal Cheng Guang's wounds completely. Even so, there remained a hidden illness within Cheng Guang's body.

Qin Beifeng had knelt for an entire day in front of Duke Zhen's Mansion to ask for forgiveness from the Duke for his failure in teaching his son.

Upon hearing this news, Cheng Guang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of bemusement.

If Qin Beifeng truly was a spy, his acting skills were indeed excellent.

Much better than his own, though he started halfway.

Even if his real identity was that of a spy, the actions he showed did not have a trace of a spy's shadow.

Perhaps it was Qin Beifeng's true nature that made Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, trust him so much.

Unless Qin Beifeng exposed his own identity, Cheng Shiyuan would never dare to believe, no matter what, that Qin Beifeng would betray the Northern Expedition Army and even want to put him to death.

Cheng Guang felt complicated, but his facial expression showed little change, his complexion was slightly pale, pretending to have just recovered from a serious illness.

He had performed this charade to appease Qin Beifeng.

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, also feared that if Cheng Guang caused the death of Qin Beifeng's sworn son, Qin Beifeng, upon learning the news, would not be able to bear it, and so he cooperated with Cheng Guang as well.

But now,

Qin Beifeng's identity as a spy was practically confirmed without much difference.

So in front of Qin Beifeng, it didn't make much of a difference whether to act or not.

But in front of others, he still had to put on a performance.

At least the persona of the Princely Heir—kind and gentle, unparalleled in nobility—couldn't be compromised.

With his status and position, he need not make things difficult for Qin Beifeng's sworn son or deliberately scheme to have him killed.

Cheng Guang, under the careful escort of the surrounding servants, made his way back to the bedroom inside Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Only two days had passed.

The newlywed atmosphere inside Duke Zhen's Mansion had already slightly diminished.

Apart from the calming effect of the wedding banquet and celebration, there was the death of Qin Gaozhi and the heavy injury from an assassination attempt on Princely Heir Cheng Guang during his wedding.

After all, the Princely Heir was nearly killed on his wedding day by the son of a general like Qin Gaozhi.

Such a matter made it difficult for the many soldiers to feel happy.

It also directly affected the brow of Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan.

Many soldiers were relieved that the Princely Heir was unharmed, knowing that otherwise, Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, would not let the matter rest easily.

Not knowing how many people would lose sleep over this.

Cheng Guang pondered as he entered the courtyard.

Just stepping into the courtyard,

Cheng Guang saw in a pavilion used for enjoying the cool air,

Qin Yanqiu sitting quietly beside an ancient table, wiping a cold and stern Longsword.

She was dressed in Silvermoon Battle Armor, her face as clear as the moon, stunningly beautiful, as if an Immortal unconcerned with the affairs of the world, yet with a killing aura Immortals did not possess.

Qin Yanqiu's expression did not show loss.

The news of her nominal brother Qin Gaozhi's death must have reached her ears by now, but it didn't seem to cause much disturbance in her heart.

It was unclear whether this was due to her naturally cold nature or simply because she did not show it.

Cheng Guang glanced at Qin Yanqiu and then turned his gaze to Qing Luan behind her.

Qing Luan had slightly red eyes and was holding a Brocade Handkerchief, occasionally wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Why did the Princely Heir get injured? It's said that his injuries were very severe, and even the Duke couldn't completely heal the Princely Heir. I wonder how he's doing now."

"I heard that the person who attempted to assassinate the Princely Heir was the brother of the Wife of the Crown Prince. Do you know why he wanted to assassinate the Princely Heir?"

Qing Luan muttered.

The usually somewhat heroic Qing Luan now appeared almost no different from a little lamb in front of Qin Yanqiu.

Because she was worried about Cheng Guang, her slightly tearful eyes made her seem even more delicate.

Qin Yanqiu could not hear Qing Luan's words, her usually cold face changed, and she sighed.

"I don't understand my brother well, we didn't spend much time together, how would I know what he was thinking…"

Qin Yanqiu's words trailed off as her beautiful eyes lifted slightly as if she sensed something and looked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Her cool demeanor seemed a bit unnatural.

She didn't know what Cheng Guang, the distinguished Princely Heir of Duke Zhen Guo, thought of her.

On their wedding day, he had just sent her into the bridal chamber and left.

Qin Yanqiu thought Cheng Guang must truly be uninterested in her.

But she still wanted to confirm it, for it was early in the day, and Cheng Guang might have had other officers to deal with in the Mansion.

But until the sky darkened, Cheng Guang had not returned.

Qin Yanqiu felt that she probably understood Cheng Guang's thoughts.

Just as she relaxed,

She heard that Cheng Guang had an accident.

It was because of this Cheng Guang had no time for their bridal chamber.

Therefore, as Qin Yanqiu faced Cheng Guang, the noble Princely Heir of Duke Zhen Guo again, she was somewhat uncertain what he was thinking.