My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

If he went over now, Yuemei would definitely scold him.

If she scolded him, her temper would flare, and if her temper flared, her health would not improve.

Thus, Cheng Zhihai decided to hide outside for a while for the sake of his wife’s health.

“Guanger, you go back first and comfort your mother. Say some good words for your father!”

Cheng Zhihai wanted to say more but ended up just saying this much, then patted Cheng Guang’s shoulder before going to see Emperor Zhou.

The object just discovered on Qiu Zhiman was extraordinary.

Forget the Statue of Ten Thousand Bugs.

Different Treasures come in many forms, including one that could devour the Human Race and enhance cultivation—a fact not unheard of.

However, such Different Treasures were mostly mysterious, also called Mysterious Treasures, or simply, Weird Treasures.

Once discovered, they were to be destroyed.

If not destroyed, they could lead to endless troubles.

That was the law in Great Zhou—anyone who found such Different Treasures had to turn them over without exception.

Still, there were those who did not comply.

And the Bureau of the Lamp of Great Zhou could not monitor everything, so some would inevitably slip through the cracks.

The escape of trivial beings was of no consequence.

But Qiu Zhiman, the head of the Martial Academy of Great Zhou, a colleague who’d worked with Cheng Zhihai for years, had secretly harbored such Mysterious Treasures!

And Cheng Zhihai hadn’t noticed it all this time.

Whether to say that Qiu Zhiman hid it too well, or to criticize the Bureau of the Lamp for incompetence, Cheng Zhihai could not rightly say.

Feeling conflicted, he hurried toward the Imperial Palace.

…

After Cheng Zhihai set off for the Imperial Palace.

Standing in front of his home, Cheng Guang felt hesitant, almost fearful as he drew near his homeland.

Standing outside the residence, he took a deep breath and stepped in.

First, he went to Wu Yuemei’s courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, he saw Mrs. Xue coming out of a room with a sorrowful expression, not yet noticing Cheng Guang’s return.

“Mrs. Xue.”

Cheng Guang called out.

Hearing his voice, Mrs. Xue started, followed by a surge of joy.

She quickly walked up to Cheng Guang, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

“The Princely Heir is back.”

She murmured and then pulled Cheng Guang towards the room.

All the while, she called out loudly into the room:

“Madam, Madam, the Princely Heir is back!”

As her voice fell, a commotion came from inside the room.

The door was pushed open.

Cheng Guang looked inside.

Wu Yuemei’s complexion, compared to before, had deteriorated too much. Overwrought with worry and her own frail health, dark circles had formed around her beautiful eyes.

For Wu Yuemei, who always cared about her appearance, this was an unbearable sight.

But now, she had no mind to care.

She propped herself up on the bed, sitting up. When she saw Cheng Guang entering the room, her eyes reddened again.

She beckoned.

“Guanger, come to mother.”

Cheng Guang’s eyes softened, and he obediently went forward.

Wu Yuemei pinched Cheng Guang’s hand, her emotions a mix of wanting to cry and wanting to laugh, her mouth corners at one moment tilting upward, then curving downward.

“You child, really, really don’t make things easy for me!”

A thousand words.

In the end, only this sentence remained on her lips.

Wu Yuemei tapped Cheng Guang’s forehead lightly.

Cheng Guang laughed, “Mom, look, I’m fine.”

Cheng Guang was thus led by the hand by Wu Yuemei, as she inquired about his experiences on Crane-Crying Island.

When she learned that Cheng Guang had knocked out a man in a black robe with one punch and a child with one kick, she couldn’t help but laugh joyously.

“Is that so? My Guanger is so capable.”

Cheng Guang coughed, “It’s alright, it’s alright. Mom, you must keep it low key, I can become even more capable in the future.”

Cheng Guang relied on his girlfriend-trained skills from his previous life to pacify Wu Yuemei successfully, leaving her in good spirits.

In the end,

Cheng Guang didn’t resist taking a jab at Cheng Zhihai.

“Dad just came back, but he was afraid of being scolded by you, Mom, so he left again. You should probably not criticize him when he returns. I’m just a little tired with some minor injuries, nothing else.”

Wu Yuemei’s expression stiffened slightly, her soft fingers tightening their grip under the covers.

Stepping out of the room,

Cheng Guang sighed, “Dad, I’ve said quite a few good words for you, but whether or not you’ll get beaten later is out of my control.”

Cheng Guang returned to his own courtyard step by leisurely step.

Looking into the yard, he saw a delicate and soft silhouette standing under the moonlight, seemingly chilled to the bone, who, despite possessing the powers of the Fourth-grade Divine Realm, appeared inexplicably frail.

Under the embellishment of moonlight, that silhouette seemed like a fairy out of a painting, ethereal and wistful.

“The Princely Heir, who knows how he is now.”

“It is said that the matters there have been resolved, and it is rumored to be without incident, but I do not know if he is injured.”

“The Princely Heir is right to accompany his mother, after all, I am only a maiden, not a properly wedded wife, how could I expect to see him first thing.”

Qing Luan fiddled with the flower petals in her hands, one by one.

“Although if the Princely Heir could come to see me first, I would be very happy, I would still send him to see his mother. But he didn’t come.”

“Ha, after all, men.”

“What is gained too easily is never treasured.”

“No, that’s not right, how could I speak of the Princely Heir in such a way, I wasn’t so easily won by him either.”

Qing Luan patted her cheeks under the moonlight, which appeared even whiter and smoother, her eyes still brimming with worry and sorrow.

Standing behind Qing Luan, Cheng Guang had only listened to her murmuring for a short while, and dismissed the idea of reminding her of his presence in the face of her sentimental musings.

Now was Qing Luan’s emo time.

She needed a jolt of excitement.

Cheng Guang quietly walked up behind Qing Luan and embraced her abruptly.

Qing Luan started, her beautiful eyes showing panic at first, but soon, from the familiar warmth behind her, she recognized who it was.

“Hehehe, my lady, staying up late without sleeping, could it be you’re waiting for me to come and ravish you?”

Qing Luan’s cheeks turned pink, feeling somewhat like she was caught writing secret essays by a teacher and then having them read out in front of the whole class.

Bowing her head, as if wishing to bury her face in her chest.

“Do, do as you will.”

Cheng Guang’s eyes brightened, not expecting the girl to play along so readily.

So you’re up for some role-playing with your brother, huh?

Good, good, good.

Cheng Guang swept Qing Luan into his arms and headed for the bedroom.

At the very moment he kicked the door shut with his heel,

Cheng Guang felt as if he had forgotten something.

—”The Tale of the Abandoned Fox”