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Chapter 180 The Empress's Imperial Tutor (Continued) 2

Ye Huai's request was actually excessive, but with the "support" of his other siblings, he eventually came.

However, he still didn't spend much time with Qingyu, which was something Ye Huai regretted.

But it's alright, Ye Huai thought. He could stay here forever and wait for Qingyu to turn back.

Maybe I'll get to see him someday?

Ye Huai never expected that he would actually stay there for his entire life.

The court of Feng Kingdom was not much better than that of its neighboring countries. Even without Feng Yu and Feng Yan'er blocking the way, there were other princesses and even princes involved.

During that period, the court was in chaos, and the Empress was either judging cases or punishing her own children every day.

There weren't many children in total, and in the end, only the eleventh princess, Feng Zhaozhao, was able to escape unscathed.

She seemed to have been well cared for by Consort Ru and often stayed by Qingyu's side. Both her knowledge and temperament were excellent.

After comparing the two, the Empress appointed Feng Zhaozhao as the new Crown Princess.

The news had no effect on the common people, but Feng Yu, after getting drunk, had a hazy dream.

That dream was too wonderful. In it, she rose through the ranks smoothly, scheming against whomever she wanted, and even the seemingly celestial imperial advisor was at her beck and call...

The wind and rain were fierce outside. Feng Yu smiled blankly, her pale smile growing weaker and weaker until finally she slowly closed her eyes and her breath slowly stopped...

By the time others discovered this and reported it, it was already too late.

Xu Zishan put the embroidered cloak aside. Upon hearing the news, his expression was so indifferent that it made the people below tremble.

Long before, the servants who served Feng Yu had been removed. At that time, the servants thought that Xu Zishan did this so that Feng Yu could have some peace and quiet.

Now it seems...

It's probably not intentional!

But no one dared to speak up until they heard Xu Zishan casually mention three things—

"Let's make the arrangements."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to go in and out to arrange Feng Yu's funeral.

It's unclear whether the Empress was senile or truly heartbroken, but she didn't say a word about Feng Yu's death, only glancing at it before approving it.

Qingyu also heard a lot of discussions in the palace. Apart from being somewhat surprised, she didn't have any other thoughts.

I just didn't expect Xu Zishan to send things over after the funeral.

They were exquisite and well-fitting clothes. Qingyu glanced at them casually and realized that they were available for all four seasons. Each piece had a unique style, and the embroidery on them was done with the best techniques available today.

Qingyu: "..." Why does everyone like embroidering and making clothes? She can't possibly wear them all.

However, after that, Qingyu never heard from Xu Zishan again. It seemed that he had been guarding his identity as the Seventh Imperial Consort for his entire life.

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On the day the new empress of Feng Kingdom ascended the throne, an extraordinary phenomenon occurred in the sky, with red light shining for thousands of miles. The people were thrilled and said it was an omen of a wise ruler.

Only Feng Zhaozhao smiled contemptuously, donned a dragon robe, and sat on the high seat, looking down at the civil and military officials below, her satisfaction and pride growing little by little.

She finally gained her rights, and finally...

She managed to steal everyone's attention!

however--

"Your Majesty, the Grand Preceptor has left a letter and departed!"

"What!" Feng Zhaozhao jumped up from her seat in shock, looking at the letter in the servant's hand in disbelief.

She's gone?!

"Bring the letter... here!"

Feng Zhaozhao's voice trembled, and her heart raced uncontrollably. She slowly opened the letter, and her vision blurred as soon as she saw it.

The letter read: “I am a being from beyond the heavens. Now that my affairs in this mortal world are settled, I shall return. You shall govern the country well and not fail the people.”

After reading it, Feng Zhaozhao turned pale, her mind went blank, and she couldn't remember anything.

She instinctively got up to look for Consort Ru, but a second later someone came to report that Consort Ru had learned of the Imperial Preceptor's departure and had fallen into a coma...

The main hall was completely silent.

None of the court officials had ever seen Feng Zhaozhao so distraught; it was simply...

I'm lost in thought!

After a long while, Feng Zhaozhao forced herself to stand up. She took a deep breath, her eyes flashing, "Where are the people in the Imperial Preceptor's palace?"

This refers to Qingling, who has always served Qingyu.

The attendant hesitated for a moment, then finally replied carefully, "...They've also disappeared."

Feng Zhaozhao closed her eyes, a bitter smile appearing on her lips, her heart filled with bitterness.

She wasn't jealous, because she knew that Sister Qingyu must have left on her own, and Qingling had simply gone to find someone.

Because her sister Qingyu is such a heartless and cruel person.

Feng Zhaozhao suddenly chuckled, and the chill in her laughter sent a shiver down one's spine.

Ridiculous...

She originally thought that obtaining the throne would bring her Qingyu, but in the end, it all came to nothing.

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Qingyu's departure was premeditated. Firstly, the palace had become a cage for her, and she had finished reading all of the original owner's books, so there was nothing left for her in Feng Kingdom.

second……

Feng Zhaozhao's ambition is growing, and besides, she's the new female lead. Qingyu guesses there will definitely be new plot developments. She's a bit lazy and doesn't want to get involved anymore. She only wants to spend the rest of her life studying the original owner's metaphysics.

She walked all the way to a secluded mountaintop a thousand miles away, where the view below was breathtaking, like a fairyland of blooming flowers.

Since leaving the palace, Qingyu no longer wears a mask. At this moment, she is graceful and her white dress flutters in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, swaying gently.

Her face was absolutely stunning; her skin was as white as snow in the sunlight, and her bright eyes seemed to be shining, with a hint of aloofness and detachment in them.

She stood there quietly, overlooking the beautiful scenery below, as if she had merged with heaven and earth, becoming the most beautiful sight on the mountaintop.

"System, what do you think about setting up a formation here to annoy them?"

The system looked around, completely bewildered. "Didn't you say you were going to settle down here? And what kind of formation are you setting up?"

Qingyu smiled and looked up at the sky.

She had a premonition, just as she had calculated, that those people...

It should be here soon.

Without further ado, Qingyu, having cultivated for so long, rarely used her internal mystical spiritual power. Now, as she began setting up the formation, she essentially exhausted all her cultivation...

At the same time, it was as if a hole had been torn open in the sky, a fierce wind arose, and two figures ran in, entangled with each other, startling the Heavenly Dao so much that it immediately tried to mend the hole...

"Misu, you traitor, how dare you show your face again!"

"You're the traitor, Mitsuha! Don't think I'm afraid of you!"

"come!"

……

During their fight, Qingyu noticed that before the system could react, the scene suddenly changed, and they were back in the system space.

The system's eyes widened, and it stammered, "It's back already?!"

Qingyu lazily conjured up a reclining chair, where the beautiful woman lay on her side, exuding charm.

"What else do you think?"

The system swallowed hard. "What kind of formation did you set up for them?"

Qingyu smiled without saying a word. Her long, thick eyelashes, like a small fan, trembled slightly, bringing out the sparkling starlight in her eyes.

It's made... so naturally it's good stuff.

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Feng Zhaozhao spent her whole life searching for Qingyu's whereabouts, so when she heard about the violent earthquake that occurred in the northern mountains, she went there herself.

This place, which should have been full of blooming flowers, is now a scene of devastation, with burned trees and even a faint stench.

"Here..." The person below hesitated, unable to say anything in the end.

Only Feng Zhaozhao could tell at a glance that this was indeed Qingyu's doing—the area of ​​destruction was too large, and she couldn't think of any other way besides Qingyu's elusive methods.

Unfortunately, they searched everywhere but found nothing useful, let alone a person.

Feng Zhaozhao sat back in the sedan chair, dejected. She knew that from now on, the aloof and moon-like Imperial Advisor would no longer be by her side.

Those times together felt like a dream, beautiful and splendid, making her unwilling to forget them, nor willing to give up searching for that person.

Just as Ye Huai and the others waited their whole lives, Feng Zhaozhao also searched her whole life.

Even on her deathbed, she would instruct her descendants to search for it.

Even through lifetimes...