My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

"Could it be..."

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, seemed to have thought of something, his eyes intently staring at Cheng Guang as he quickly spoke up and asked.

"My grandson, have you discovered something? Could the person behind Qin Beifeng be the remnants of the Great Chu royal family?"

Cheng Guang shook his head, "It's not certain yet, so first we use Qin Beifeng to investigate. If we find out, we can also eradicate the potential troubles of the Northern Expedition Army once and for all."

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, felt that what Cheng Guang said made sense and slightly nodded in agreement.

"Since you've said so, my grandson, let's proceed with that."

"We can use Qin Beifeng to investigate, just don't get hurt."

Having obtained the agreement of Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, Cheng Guang considered his goal achieved.

Without chatting much more with Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, Cheng Guang planned to go to the military prison to fetch Qin Beifeng.

As he was about to leave, Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, seemed to suddenly remember something; the teacup he had brought to his lips was placed back down as he looked towards Cheng Guang and said, "My grandson, this marriage arrangement was my poor selection."

"Given the scandal that has occurred with Qin Beifeng, allowing him to become part of our Cheng Family by marriage would likely turn us into a joke throughout the land."

"When you return to the Capital city, let your parents choose another match for you. I shall not interfere in this matter any further."

"As for Yanqiu..."

As Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, said this, his tone briefly faltered, and a complex expression emerged on his dignified, aging face. He stroked his beard and slowly continued, "After all, she has already been wed. You should treat her well; if she can't be the main wife, having her as a concubine is also very good."

Cheng Guang nodded slightly, agreeing, "Understood, Grandfather."

Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, gave a slight nod, then began to gesture for Cheng Guang to leave.

After leaving Duke Zhen's Mansion, Cheng Guang headed straight for the military prison in North City.

Without Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan's consent, he would not be able to release Qin Beifeng from the prison, so he had to make several trips.

Cheng Guang had not expected that he would persuade Duke Zhen Guo so easily.

Perhaps Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, himself was filled with hesitation over whether or not to execute Qin Beifeng.

Although Qin Beifeng had targeted Duke Zhen Guo and betrayed North City, before the outbreak of this incident, Qin Beifeng had always behaved properly for many years.

With so much kindness shared, even Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, could not easily let go.

He was perhaps trying to find a reason for himself to allow Qin Beifeng to live.

But after much thought, he found no suitable reason. Even if his heart was in anguish, he would still have to kill Qin Beifeng.

This time, however, Cheng Guang gave Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, such a reason: Qin Beifeng still had some use, so there was no need for him to die.

This is why Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, agreed without much hesitation.

Cheng Guang released Qin Beifeng from the military prison, had the soldiers give him a simple wash and changed him into some clean clothes, then led him back to Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Qin Beifeng's steps were still somewhat unsteady. Although he was temporarily free, the restrictions on his cultivation had not been lifted.

At this moment, the purpose was merely to release Qin Beifeng from his cell; they could not be too cautious.

As Qin Beifeng approached the gate of Duke Zhen's Mansion, his expression was complex.

Previously, when he came to Duke Zhen's Mansion, he was a great general of the Northern Expedition Army, full of vim and vigor, but now, he had become a traitor to the Northern Expedition Army, an object of universal contempt.

From the military prison to Duke Zhen's Mansion, he made his way.

Qin Beifeng could not count how many scornful glances he received from the soldiers they passed along the way.

He knew that if it weren't for the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, Cheng Guang, standing by his side, he would probably not know how many times he would have been spat upon by the passing soldiers.

Cheng Guang walked ahead.

"Mr. Qin, stop dawdling, let's go. Qin Yanqiu has been quite worried about you these past days. Now that you're out, it's a good opportunity to see her."

Upon hearing those three words, "Qin Yanqiu," Qin Beifeng's heart trembled, recalling how he had willingly sent his daughter from a young age to be raised by the Duke to gain the Duke's trust and even sacrificing her to marry the Princely Heir.

And yet it wasn't enough.

He had even, at one point, been willing to use the death of Qin Yanqiu to weaken the spirits of the soldiers enamored with her, to gain control of some soldiers and open the city gates.

For Great Chu, for that person of high standing.

Qin Beifeng believed whatever he gave was worth it.

But Qin Yanqiu knew nothing, understood nothing, yet she had already sacrificed so much for him.

At this moment, Qin Beifeng felt ashamed to face Qin Yanqiu.

Following Cheng Guang, he entered Duke Zhen's Mansion, nearing the courtyard.

Qin Beifeng's nerves increasingly tensed.

His palms were sweaty, yet his limbs were cold.

Following Cheng Guang into the courtyard, Qin Beifeng saw Qin Yanqiu sitting in a gazebo on the side, her gaze vacant as she stared into the distance.

Her eyes were red with swollen rims, and the corners held lingering tears, as if she had just been crying.

Upon witnessing this, Qin Beifeng sighed again inside.

Cheng Guang stood at the doorway and let out a soft cough.

Qin Yanqiu heard the noise and immediately turned her head, first looking at Cheng Guang. She seemed a bit frantically to wipe away the tears at her eyes, as if she didn't want Cheng Guang to see her in such a vulnerable state.

Her complexion, much paler than the day before, contrasted with her silvery-white long hair.