CHAPTER 427: CHAPTER 244 EMPEROR_2

[Wow, an Emperor’s Tomb with such grand specifications? That must be from a thriving Dynasty able to sustain it. Who is this high-profile figure going to be?]

[I’ll quietly root for Beiling Dynasty. I’ve always believed Emperor Zhaode wasn’t the founder of the Dynasty.]

[Stop dreaming, folks. Historians have long sealed the verdict that Emperor Zhaode was the founding monarch. There’s no such thing as a Beiling Dynasty. That’s all unofficial history you’re believing in.]

The discussion about the mysterious tomb was quite heated, even bringing up whispers of that enigmatic Emperor.

But no matter the discussion, without historical proof, it all remained mere speculation.

At this time, Shu Wan and Fu Siyu were on their way back from Ying Country.

The flight was long, so Shu Wan took a rest on the plane.

As they approached their homeland’s border, flying over the Qilian Mountains, right above where the ancient tomb was uncovered, Shu Wan began to dream.

In the dream, she saw Qi Yuan again.

This time, however, Qi Yuan was not wearing a Dragon Robe; he wore a black Taoist robe.

But even dressed humbly in the taoist robe, his imperial aura was compelling.

Standing beside him was the white-robed man Shu Wan recognized.

The white-robed man was saying something to Qi Yuan. Something upset Qi Yuan instantly, and a squad of guards surrounded him.

However, the white-robed man didn’t panic; he gazed calmly at Qi Yuan, as if he was certain Qi Yuan would spare him.

Indeed, after a short while, Qi Yuan waved his hand, signaling the guards to leave, leaving only the white-robed man.

Once the irrelevant persons had left, the scene flickered, and Shu Wan was able to hear their conversation.

"If you lie, I will kill you."

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, the authority of an Emperor pressing forward toward the white-robed man.

"Your Majesty," the white-robed man smiled calmly, "if you follow my plan, it will surely succeed. It only depends on how Your Majesty chooses to proceed."

Qi Yuan frowned, "What plan?"

The white-robed man stepped forward and pointed on a military deployment map.

Even a master strategist like Qi Yuan couldn’t contain his shock. He slammed the table, "Impudent! Guards, take him to the Heavenly Prison and execute him today!"

Despite the gravity of his situation, the white-robed man showed no sign of panic. He let the soldiers take him away, but before leaving the study, he turned back to look at Qi Yuan, "Your Majesty, opportunity slips away swiftly, please reconsider."

After saying that, the white-robed man left.

Inside the study, Qi Yuan lowered his eyes thoughtfully on the deployment map, his expression changing.

In the dream, Shu Wan desperately tried to see what was on that map that angered Qi Yuan so much, but no matter how close she tried to get, she and the dream world seemed separated by a barrier, unreachable.

"Shu Wan, what’s wrong?"

Fu Siyu’s voice echoed in her ear, pulling Shu Wan from her nightmare.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Fu Siyu looking worried, "It’s nothing, I just had a dream."

Shu Wan’s voice was a bit hoarse; Fu Siyu handed her a glass of water, and taking a sip made her feel much better.

She glanced out the window subconsciously, the mountain range covered in white snow, stretching endlessly like a silver dragon in the sky, majestic and beautiful.

Yet Shu Wan had no mind for such beauty now. If dreaming about Qi Yuan once was a coincidence, dreaming about him again made her puzzled.

She believed that everything in this world has cause and effect.

She couldn’t have just traveled from the ancient times to the modern era for no reason, and the repeated dreams about Qi Yuan might suggest that her journey was somehow tied to him.

"Is it a nightmare?"

Seeing Shu Wan remaining silent, Fu Siyu grew even more worried. He tucked her hair behind her ear, "Let me cut a lime for you; the fresh scent might help revive your spirits."

Shu Wan waved her hand, subconsciously wrapping her arms around Fu Siyu’s arm, "I’m alright, just hold me."

Fu Siyu embraced Shu Wan gently, patting her back, "Alright, you must be tired. Rest well once we’re back before heading to the film set."

Shu Wan deeply inhaled Fu Siyu’s scent and immediately felt much more at ease. "Okay."

By the time the two returned to the estate, it was already late at night, but everyone was still awake, knowing that they would arrive that evening.

Although it had only been two days since they had last seen each other, seeing Fu Siyu and Shu Wan now made everyone exceptionally happy.

After all, the estate had been too quiet without them.

Fu Yang hardly ever came downstairs, and the usually lively estate felt empty, even the servants felt considerably downhearted.

"Young Master, Young Madam, the Young Master is probably asleep."

The housekeeper stepped forward to take the luggage. "Do you need a late night snack? The kitchen is already prepared."

"No need."

Shu Wan gestured with her hand, "I’m going upstairs to wash up, then I’ll go to sleep."

"Okay, then rest well."

Seeing that Shu Wan had been somewhat restless since waking up on the plane, Fu Siyu furrowed his brows slightly, but he didn’t say much, "If you wake up later, you can call me."

"Mm."

Shu Wan responded, then went upstairs.

The housekeeper also noticed that Shu Wan seemed a bit distracted. "Young Master, did Young Madam not have a good time?"

"Have the kitchen prepare some pastries and put them in the warming box."

"Alright."

Fu Siyu watched as Shu Wan walked away, his gaze slightly heavy.

In Fu Yang’s bedroom at the time, the sound of gaming was loud, mixed with the sounds of intense fighting.

However, Fu Yang wasn’t in front of the computer—instead, he was quietly listening to the noises outside the door.

Hearing footsteps coming toward him, Fu Yang’s eyebrows lifted, and he quickly sat back down, forcibly showing an immersed gaming state.

However, after a while, he still hadn’t heard his door being knocked on.

Unable to resist, Fu Yang removed his headphones. Isn’t it so? They went out and left him alone at home, and now that they’re back, they don’t even come to check on him?

Is this how parents are supposed to act?

The more Fu Yang thought, the angrier he became. He put down his headphones and strode toward the door—he had to go and see.

But just as he reached the door, it was opened, and Fu Yang, caught off guard, bumped straight into Fu Siyu who was walking in.

Fu Siyu glanced at him, but before he could say anything, Fu Yang took over, "Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t going to look for you, I was just going downstairs to get some water."

Fu Siyu’s eyes moved past Fu Yang’s shoulder, falling on the Naruto cup on the table.

Fu Yang, following Fu Siyu’s gaze, also turned back to look and immediately felt a bit sheepish. "What are you doing here? I’m going to sleep."

"Shu Wan got you a gift, and I bought you something, too."

Fu Siyu handed a box to Fu Yang.

Fu Yang accepted it nonchalantly, "Giving gifts after the holiday, what’s the point? I don’t really care for it."

"Go to sleep early."

Lately, Fu Siyu was in a good mood and couldn’t be bothered to argue with his own tsundere son—he even stretched out his hand and patted Fu Yang’s shoulder, eliciting goosebumps from Fu Yang.

After Fu Siyu left, Fu Yang closed the door and hadn’t even returned to his desk before he started unwrapping the gift box.

Shu Wan had given him a pair of limited edition sneakers, which Fu Yang really liked.

Fu Siyu’s gift was a set of youth sexual education materials, alongside a note from Fu Siyu, "Read it yourself first, and I’ll talk about anything you don’t understand."

...Fu Yang blushed—his father was being overly diligent indeed.