My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

The Queen of South Ming gently tapped her jade-like fingers against the tea cup, eyeing Cheng Guang with curiosity.

"How did you learn the Bloodline Divine Power of the Green Hill fox clan?"

The Queen of South Ming was somewhat puzzled.

Cheng Guang didn't answer the Queen's question. He casually walked over to her and took a seat, snatching the tea cup from her hands and took a sip. The tea had a faint scent of flowers, but it was unclear whether this aroma was from the tea itself or lingering from the Queen's lips and teeth.

Cheng Guang didn't mind either way.

After taking a sip of tea, under the Queen's slightly stiff expression, he smiled and said, "Auntie, don't worry about where I learned the fox clan's Bloodline Divine Power from. My little skill isn't much to speak of."

"Rather than that, how about you introduce me to the Crown Prince? I truly admire him."

The Queen rested her chin in one hand, her beautiful eyes slightly squinting as she scrutinized Cheng Guang. Although she couldn't figure out what he was thinking, Cheng Guang showed no sign of anything unusual.

Could it be...

Cheng Guang truly admired the Crown Prince??

An absurd thought uncontrollably rose in the Queen's mind, but as soon as it emerged, she immediately suppressed it.

How could Cheng Guang, the Princely Heir of Duke Zhen's Mansion, possibly admire the Crown Prince.

Those following the Crown Prince now were not much different from rebels.

Cheng Guang, as the Heir of Duke Zhen's Mansion, needn't do anything to inevitably become one of the top elites of Great Zhou in the future.

Even if he sided with the Crown Prince and helped him become the Emperor, Cheng Guang's power and influence would not be much higher than his current status.

So there was no need at all.

What did Cheng Guang admire the Crown Prince for?

The Queen only thought about it briefly before she felt a headache coming on.

She found that she could not see through Cheng Guang at all.

She had originally thought that as the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, Cheng Guang was just an ordinary nobleman whose life could be easily taken with a flick of her fingers.

Even if she couldn't kill him, he would not pose much of a threat to their plans. But now it seemed...

Things were not that simple anymore.

The Queen pondered. She figured it wouldn't hurt to let the Crown Prince meet with Cheng Guang.

Meeting the Crown Prince in private, no matter what intentions Cheng Guang had, the stain on his reputation would not be easily washed away thereafter.

In a sense, he really would be tied to the Crown Prince.

The Queen thought to herself and was about to speak when she saw Cheng Guang still holding her tea cup, sipping slowly, not knowing whether he was enjoying the tea or enjoying something... else of hers.

The Queen snatched the tea cup from Cheng Guang's hand, huffing as she smashed the cup down heavily onto the table beside her.

"Stop drinking."

Cheng Guang was taken aback and chuckled, "Auntie, why so stingy, not even allowing a sip of tea? My mother personally made Yurong Cake for you yesterday."

The Queen rolled her eyes attractively, "Drink at home if you want."

"Didn't you want me to introduce you to the Crown Prince?"

"I can."

"Come with me, if you have the guts."

The Queen stood up slightly. The tailored robes hugged her delicate body, enhancing her enticing figure in ways beyond imagination.

The Queen walked towards a side room, not caring about Cheng Guang's gaze, an entrance to a secret passage appeared at one side of the room.

The passage seemed to lead to a hidden chamber.

Approaching the passage, Cheng Guang felt occasional chills emanating from within.

"What's the matter? Afraid to enter? You dare to come to my mansion but lose your nerve here?" The Queen stood aside, crossing her arms, her noble face showing a somewhat mocking smile.

Cheng Guang paid no mind to the Queen's words and laughed, "After all, I do care about my own life. Dying at auntie's hand would definitely be a waste."

Having said that, Cheng Guang walked into the dark passage.

The Queen huffed at his words.

What did he mean by 'dying at my hand would be too much of a waste'?

Your death at my hand would actually be an honor for you.

But now...

Even if you wanted to die by my hand, I would not desire it.

The Queen of South Ming definitely did not want to exchange her life for Cheng Guang's.

As Cheng Guang said at the start, if he encountered any danger to his life in the Capital or anything unusual happened to him in her Duke's Mansion, she would be the first person implicated.

Even if she wanted to kill Cheng Guang, she couldn't make a move against him within her own mansion.

The Queen had previously let Cheng Guang into her mansion with the intention of setting some traps for him.

But after what happened last night, she suddenly realized that most of the tricks at her disposal were useless against Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang was also a practitioner of Spirit Dao.

Methods that could be used against ordinary people were of no use to him.

And to use methods that could actually affect Cheng Guang would be too obvious. If anyone with ill-intentions noticed the abnormalities on Cheng Guang, it could backfire on her.

What now made the Queen curious was why Cheng Guang didn't report her identity to people like Cheng Zhihai.

Her, being the Queen of South Ming with imperial blood, capable of practicing Spirit Dao – once this was exposed, there was no way to keep it under wraps.