My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Cheng Guang looked at the retreating figure of Cheng Zhihai, then glanced at the delicate pastry box nearby, the faint fragrance wafting out was exactly what he had been fond of eating these past few days.

Although Cheng Zhihai was hardly ever home, busy with work, it seemed that his care for him hadn't diminished at all.

A warm feeling welled up in Cheng Guang's heart; then he turned to Qing Luan beside him, "Qing Luan, you eat some first."

"I'm not hungry yet."

After hearing this, Qing Luan pursed her red lips and hurriedly waved her hand, "Princely Heir, this is from the Family Head for you, it wouldn't be right for me to eat it…"

Cheng Guang picked up a piece of red bean cake from the pastry box and brought it to Qing Luan's lips with a smile, "What are you afraid of, you eat first."

Qing Luan could not resist Cheng Guang and took a small bite reluctantly.

The taste was sweet.

It must have been bought from the famous Nanxiang House in the Capital city.

"The Family Head is indeed very good to the Princely Heir."

Qing Luan thought to herself in silence.

Cheng Guang shifted his gaze from Qing Luan and began flipping through the slave documents on the desk, suddenly realizing something.

Oh no, he had forgotten to ask Cheng Zhihai about that matter concerning the King of South Ming, and how he was going to deal with it.

Just now, the Queen of the South Ming had even told her that the King of South Ming had already returned.

Cheng Guang was somewhat curious about this King of South Ming, or rather Crown Prince, whom he had never met before.

The Crown Prince had been in his position for hundreds of years, only to miss out on the throne in the end; the thought was indeed tragic.

Now his plan had been pierced through at a single point by Cheng Guang himself before it could be executed, and at this moment, he was yet unaware, adding misery to his tragedy.

Cheng Guang thought that if Cheng Zhihai did not make a move in these days, perhaps he was waiting for the royal ritual to catch the King of South Ming in one fell swoop.

The royal ritual indeed presented a good opportunity—if preparations were made in advance, not only could they capture the King of South Ming, but they could also strike a blow to the Devil Clan behind him and the Court officials who silently remained loyal to the King of South Ming.

To exhibit the authority of the Great Zhou.

To reinvigorate the iron blood of the Bureau of the Lamp.

The only trouble was that in this period, the Queen of the South Ming shouldn't make any mistakes.

Cheng Guang narrowed his eyes; his Charm Eyes didn't have much effect on the Queen of the South Ming, her Spirit Dao cultivation was extremely high, and the Charm Eyes could at best exert some influence on her. It was nearly impossible to completely control the Queen of the South Ming.

Even with Black Cub by his side, capable of suppressing the Queen of the South Ming's body, it could not suppress her thoughts.

If the Queen of the South Ming were to secretly inform the King of South Ming, he really had no solution.

Not startling the snake with the swish of the grass now was also a gamble on the Queen of South Ming not doing so.

Because it would be pointless for the Queen of South Ming to do so.

She couldn't possibly escape; should she die, the effect of the Different Treasures of Si Tong would wear off, naturally revealing the King of South Ming's identity, and he wouldn't be able to escape either.

If she behaved now, Cheng Guang might even spare her life in the future.

After all, the Queen was an incarnation of the Demon Emperor, she should be clear about such calculations.

Having made his plans, Cheng Guang shook his head with a wry smile.

He looked out at the hazy sky in the distance, a pale aqua hue.

He wondered if he could locate the whereabouts of the future True Sun Martial God, Zhang Shunlong, before the royal ritual.

He hoped he could find out before the royal ritual.

Otherwise, after the royal ritual, he would have to marry Wu Yuemei, the Female Martial God from the Northern Expedition Army.

Marriage was a troublesome affair indeed.

By then, he might not be able to spare the time to deal with this True Sun Martial God.

Cheng Guang's mind was filled with swirling thoughts as his gaze returned to the books and papers on the desk.

...

Time flew since the King of South Ming arrived in the Capital city.

In the Capital city, various powers had gathered, and conflicts erupted frequently, requiring the constables of the Bureau of the Lamp to intervene.

In just this one month, the jails of the Capital city's Bureau of the Lamp were already feeling overcrowded.

Heroes create chaos with martial prowess; cultivators are much more difficult to manage than ordinary people who cannot cultivate.

On the day of the royal ritual, the streets of the Capital city were filled with a solemn and reverent atmosphere, as if even the air had become heavy.

The whole city was under strict control; everyone had to stay indoors, leaving the usually bustling streets of the Capital city eerily empty.

Many people peeked through their windows, observing the scenery of Shenyue Mountain in the distance.

The royal ritual was not held within the Capital city, but rather on the outskirts, in a place forbidden by royalty, known as Shenyue Mountain.

Shenyue Mountain, located to the east of the Capital city, was majestic, towering into the clouds, imposing and spectacular.

Only during the royal ritual could officials and common people alike catch a glimpse of Shenyue Mountain's grandeur; at other times, it was entirely enveloped by prohibitions, shrouded in a thin mist, obscuring its full view, making it indistinct to onlookers.

Early in the morning, Cheng Guang, together with Cheng Zhihai and Wu Yuemei, was dragged from his bed to ascend Shenyue Mountain in good time for the royal ritual.

The first thing that caught his eye was a continuous range of mountains.

The mountain peaks were lush and mist intertwined among them as if it were the Immortal Realm.

Ancient trees reached for the sky in the forest, vast and endless, and the fresh air was refreshing, with a Qi content that seemed much richer than elsewhere.

Walking along the mountain path, one would occasionally encounter some ancient houses, weathered by time but still standing firm, seemingly narrating the grand and enduring history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At the peak, there was a vast temple, solemn and magnificent.

That was the place where the royal family conducted sacrificial ceremonies.