Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Xiaoyi stared at the unmoving Heaven-Opening Sword, and the resentment in his heart exploded instantly.

Why can't it be pulled out?

Should we abandon this sword and find another?

No!

If I'm going to get a sword, I want the best. Since this Kaitian sword was once used by the Sword God Prince Jian and can even slay dragons, I'm determined to have it.

He lunged forward, once again lunging in front of the greatsword, slamming his palm heavily onto the cold, heavy hilt.

The moment it touched him, the piercing sword energy surged wildly into his body through his palm, violently stirring the Ancestral Dragon True Qi deep within his dantian!

The Ancestral Dragon's True Qi also seemed to react, as if it had encountered an old enemy, and began to stir within his body.

The meridians churned instantly, the sword energy desperately pushing inward, and the Ancestral Dragon True Qi violently crashing outward.

The two forces pulled wildly, causing Xie Xiaoyi's veins to bulge and his entire arm to tremble in pain.

"Ouch—that hurts like hell!"

He gasped, but refused to let go: "Today I'm going to pull you out!"

Xie Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and forced himself to pull upwards, using his waist and abdomen to exert force and his arms to tighten!

The Heaven-Opening Sword hummed and trembled, its recoil force rising wave after wave, determined to knock his hand away.

"So what if you're the nation's sacred sword? For my aunt's sake, even if the heavens stand in my way, I'll cleave them open, let alone a mere sword like you!"

For a moment, sword energy and dragon energy clashed fiercely within his body. Xie Xiaoyi disregarded everything and desperately pulled upwards.

Every inch of the pulling was excruciating, but he was consumed by rage and determined to fight the sword to the death.

Today, I must hold this Heaven-Opening Sword in my hands!

......

The night was deep and all was quiet.

Yu Shinan sat upright in his study, gazing at the stars by the window.

Suddenly, a powerful dragon aura shot into the sky from the direction of the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Ancestral Temple, blotting out the sun!

Suddenly, Antares' crimson light surged, forcefully reversing its direction by half an inch!

Yu Shinan's expression hardened: "This is bad. The Heart Star Crimson has stirred, and the dragon's aura is trembling... Could it be that the national treasure sword in the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Ancestral Temple has moved?"

Madam Yu, standing beside him, was puzzled and asked, "Master, I've never seen you so nervous. Has something important happened?"

"I fear the fate of the nation is about to change," Yu Shinan said, rising to his feet. "This change concerns the destiny of the dynasty, and I must immediately go to the palace to see His Majesty."

"Guards! Prepare the horses immediately!"

In the darkness, the rapid, thunderous sound of horses' hooves broke the tranquility of the imperial city in the dead of night.

......

Meanwhile, in the warm pavilion of the imperial study, candlelight shone brightly.

Amidst stacks of books, Wang Jiling sat behind his desk, his fingers lightly touching his brow, seemingly reviewing memorials, his expression languid and casual.

Su Ruan'er stood to the side, gently grinding ink, her red sleeves drooping, quiet and gentle, a typical image of a beautiful woman adding fragrance to the ink.

Wang Jiling suddenly spoke casually, his voice low and hoarse: "Ruan'er, was I wrong?"

Su Ruan'er paused in grinding the ink, then looked up at Wang Jiling: "Your Majesty, you mean...?"

Wang Jiling sighed deeply, "I shouldn't have sent Yu'er to the East Sea to arrest Xie Xiaoyi, otherwise he wouldn't have met such a terrible end. What do you think?"

Su Ruan'er gave a slight curtsy: "Your Majesty, this servant dares not speak presumptuously."

"Speak, and I will pardon you."

The candlelight flickered gently in the warm room.

Su Ruan'er slowly raised her eyes and said softly, "Your Majesty, a prince's life is tied to the foundation of the nation and the fate of the world."

The Second Prince acted on imperial orders, which was a show of loyalty; he died at the hands of a powerful enemy, which was a martyrdom for his country.

His life was given by His Majesty; to die for the stability of the empire and the dignity of the emperor, though unfortunate, was his duty.

Wang Jiling seemed to have found a kindred spirit, and pulled Su Ruan'er over, letting her sit on his lap.

He slowly slipped his hand inside her collar, his fingers curling as if trying to decipher her heart.

"Your Majesty, be gentle, it hurts!"

Su Ruan'er gently pressed Wang Jiling's slightly cool hand, her voice softer than the warmth of her chest.

Wang Jiling loosened his grip, his eyes darkening with turmoil: "Ruan'er, continue!"

"The world is in Your Majesty's hands, and the people are in Your Majesty's heart. A prince's life may be precious, but if it can bring the dynasty a hundred years of peace, it's worth it!"

"Worth it?" Wang Jiling frowned. "Don't you think I was wrong? I could have sent someone else!"

"His Majesty is never wrong. The one who is wrong is the one who dares to defy the might of the Great Sheng Dynasty, the madman who dares to draw his sword against imperial power."

As soon as those words were spoken, the pent-up anger in Wang Jiling's chest vanished, leaving only a burning desire to possess him.

Without a word, he picked up the person in his arms, strode around, and gently placed them on the imperial table covered with bright yellow brocade.

With a single hand, he tore open Su Ruan'er's outer garment.

Su Ruan'er's cheeks flushed red, her hands were crossed tightly in front of her chest, she turned her face away, and timidly called out, "Your Majesty..."

The candlelight flickered, and the fragrance of ambergris enveloped the air with warmth.

Wang Jiling bent down and pushed aside Su Ruan'er's hands, which were crossed in front of her chest, and reached out to undo her pink bra...

At this very moment—

Footsteps hurried outside the door, and the little eunuch rushed in, kneeling down with a "thump":

"Your Majesty! Minister Yu Shinan, the Director of the Imperial Observatory, requests an audience late at night, saying he has important matters to report!"

Reporting something big?

Then you'll be able to interrupt my good time?

The lust in Wang Jiling's eyes instantly turned into ferocity. He glared at the little eunuch on the ground and shouted, "Kneel down and slap yourself!"

The little eunuch was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground and raised his hand, slapping it repeatedly.

He slapped himself hard across the face, begging for mercy in a trembling voice as he did so: "Your Majesty, spare my life! This servant knows his mistake! This servant deserves to die!"

The sound of the slap was crisp and clear, particularly jarring in the quiet, warm room.

Su Ruan'er sat on the imperial desk, quickly adjusted her clothes, and spoke softly:

"Your Majesty, he acted in a moment of desperation. Please forgive him this time!"

Wang Jiling glanced at her, the fierceness in his eyes turning back to gentleness: "Stop!"

The young eunuch froze instantly, covering his face and daring not to move, his heart filled with turmoil—

This Miss Su is such a kind person; when she speaks to His Majesty, her words carry even more weight than those of the Empress!

Wang Jiling gently lifted Su Ruan'er off the imperial desk before ordering, "Summon Yu Shinan in."

A short while later, Yu Shinan strode in, his expression extremely solemn. As soon as he entered, he bowed and greeted His Majesty: "Your subject, Yu Shinan, pays his respects!"

"Minister Yu, what brings you to the palace so late at night?"

"Your Majesty, something may have happened in the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Ancestral Temple!"

Wang Jiling paused, frowned, and asked, "What makes you say that?"

Yu Shinan took a deep breath, looked up at Wang Jiling, and lowered his voice:

"I was just observing the stars and saw two energies entangled in the direction of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. I fear that someone is tampering with the Heaven-Opening Sword on the altar in the forbidden area!"

Upon hearing these words, Wang Jiling's aura immediately froze!

The Heaven-Opening Sword is a national treasure sword, a forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Who would dare to trespass?

court death!

"Someone come here!"

"Reveal my imperial edict!"

"Order Grand Commander Lü Wushuang to lead the five imperial guards and five thousand Imperial Guards to seal off the area around the Imperial Ancestral Temple."

"If anyone dares to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Ancestral Temple, kill them without mercy!"