The Seventeenth Episode of the Romantic Continent, Chapter One: Heartbroken Upon Hearing the News

In June of the year 538 of the Fast calendar, the devastating news of the death of Emperor Andre III reached Qingzhou.

"Say it again!! His Majesty has died?!"

Ye Tianlong practically jumped up from his chair. He couldn't believe his ears. Emperor Andre III was in his prime, and had never suffered from any serious illness. How could he suddenly die overnight?

Just as he was about to demand an explanation, hurried footsteps sounded, and Princess Qian rushed in like a whirlwind, followed closely by Yu Fengwu. This beautiful war goddess was now pale, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised shock. A few steps behind them entered Liu Qin'er and the other women. They had all rushed to the front hall after hearing the maid's report of this earth-shattering event, their expressions revealing the shock they had felt.

Listening to the messenger's detailed report, Princess Qian threw herself into Ye Tianlong's arms and burst into tears.

"Big brother, Father... Father... How could he... abandon... me..."

Ye Tianlong tenderly embraced Princess Qian, gently patting her shoulder to comfort her. Yu Fengwu, who had stood there silently, swayed slightly and finally slumped into a chair, two streams of tears falling from her bright eyes.

"Big sister!" Liu Qin'er and Wan Zhen cried out in surprise. Liu Qin'er knew why Yu Fengwu was acting this way, so her cry was more of worry; Wan Zhen, on the other hand, was more surprised by Yu Fengwu's outburst, so different from her usual composure. Long Ling'er,

as if feeling the pain herself, slowly walked to Yu Fengwu's side, looking at her with deep concern. The beautiful dragon girl, who shared her heart, felt the piercing pain in the beautiful war goddess's heart.

Seeing this scene, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He embraced the sobbing Princess Qian and walked to Yu Fengwu's side, softly saying, "Fengwu..."

Yu Fengwu shook her head, closed her eyes, and after a while, she suddenly opened them, a chilling light flashing in her beautiful eyes

. She slowly said to Ye Tianlong, "There must be something wrong here!" Ye Tianlong's heart skipped a beat, and Princess Qian in his arms suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes red, staring straight at Yu Fengwu.

"Does Grandma mean... someone is tampering with things?"

After a moment of silence, Ye Tianlong asked hesitantly. To be honest, he also had such doubts, but Yu Fengwu's certainty surprised him greatly.

Yu Fengwu's gaze slowly swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Ye Tianlong. She said, "The ladies-in-waiting around His Majesty are all rigorously trained. One of them is an excellent healer, responsible for checking His Majesty's health every seven days. If His Majesty is truly indulging in wine and women, leading to physical deterioration, she will immediately raise the alarm."

"More importantly, one of the martial arts His Majesty practices is a bedroom art. He should have a deeper understanding of women, and the ladies-in-waiting accompanying him have all been trained in the art of service. How could he possibly die at the hands of a lady-in-waiting?"

As a married woman, facing her husband and her roommates, Yu Fengwu's analysis was calm and meticulous; some of these things would have been impossible for an unmarried young lady to utter.

Ye Tianlong listened to Yu Fengwu's analysis, secretly nodding in approval. What impressed him even more was how quickly Yu Fengwu had recovered from the shock of Andre III's death and made such a careful deduction about the entire incident.

“Actually, you can tell who’s behind this by observing who benefits the most afterward.”

Yu Fengwu turned her head slightly, shifting her gaze to Chen Yue, who had just stepped in. “Have you received any news from Grandma?”

Chen Yue had just received urgent intelligence from her subordinates and had rushed over, putting aside her work. Seeing Yu Fengwu’s question, she was taken aback for a moment before replying, “Yes, my people just sent over the intelligence they’ve gathered.”

“Oh, are there any important clues?” Ye Tianlong’s spirits lifted as he asked.

"This matter has a lot to do with the Second Prince, Wen Yeda!" Chen Yue nodded, briefly explaining the situation in Esnia after the death of Andre III, then looked at Yu Fengwu and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Wen Yeda will be declared the heir to the throne of Fast within the next few days, becoming the new emperor of Fast." "

His current actions are too obvious. Not only does he act as the master of Sanssouci Palace, but he has also transferred three thousand soldiers into Sanssouci Palace to serve as guards." At this point, Chen Yue sighed slightly, "You should know that these three thousand soldiers were sent from Xia He's army, which only makes things more obvious. What a fool!"

"Is it definitely Xia He's army?" Ye Tianlong was somewhat doubtful. Based on Xia He's consistent performance in the Fast Empire and the people's evaluation of Xia He, this Pillar General should not allow his army to be involved in such a rebellion that could cause a civil war.

“There’s no mistake!” Chen Yue said with absolute certainty. “Although they were extremely discreet, the loss of three thousand men from their 100,000-strong army wouldn’t have been noticed. But by infiltrating Esnia in batches, they would have left some traces for investigation. By combining this intelligence, we can naturally arrive at a conclusion.”

At this point, Chen Yue added with considerable pride, “When it comes to intelligence gathering, only the Pegasus Family on the continent surpasses the Mingyu Pavilion in strength. However, the Pegasus Family has been operating for hundreds of years, while the Mingyu Pavilion has only been around for a few decades.”

Ye Tianlong nodded. He knew that Chen Yue’s words weren’t unfounded. To be honest, the Tianlong Secret Service’s rapid development was largely due to the strong support of Chen Yue’s Mingyu Pavilion. A large number of highly skilled personnel trained by the Mingyu Pavilion formed the core of the Tianlong Secret Service, and these individuals were originally intended to be deployed to the Mingyu Pavilion’s organizations in various locations. Their outstanding performance also made Ye Tianlong aware of the immense power of Chen Yue and the Mingyu Pavilion she controlled.

Wanzhen said incredulously, "His Majesty is Prince Wenye's biological father, how could he do such a thing..."

Chenyue smiled and said, "Silly sister, for this supreme throne, some people can kill all their relatives. What else wouldn't they do?"

A terrifying light flashed in her eyes. Yu Fengwu lowered her head and gently stroked the red and white water and fire divine pearl on her wrist, coldly saying, "For the throne of Fast, he has endured for so many years. Now his mind has become insane. Otherwise, how could he do such a treasonous thing?" "

Then what are we saying? Let's go back to Esnia immediately!" Princess Qian said bitterly.

"We must find out the truth about Father's death. If the murderer is really Second Brother, I, I..." At this point, Princess Qian couldn't help but cry again.

Ye Tianlong patted Princess Qian's back comfortingly.

A glint of light flashed in Chen Yue's beautiful eyes as she said to Ye Tianlong, "The situation in the capital, Esnia, is very interesting right now, and the City Guard is a crucial force within it..." She paused, her gaze slowly sweeping across Ye Tianlong, Yu Fengwu, and the others.

Ye Tianlong nodded slightly; although Chen Yue hadn't finished speaking, he understood perfectly.

"Everyone, get ready. We're heading to Esnia first thing tomorrow morning." As he spoke, Ye Tianlong glanced at the unusually calm Yu Fengwu, a hint of worry in his heart. After

escorting Princess Qian back to her room and instructing her to rest well, and having Xiao Chun and Xiao Qiu prepare for tomorrow's departure, Ye Tianlong bid farewell and left.

As Ye Tianlong passed by Yu Fengwu's room, he hesitated for a moment before knocking on the tightly closed door.

There was no response from inside. After thinking for a moment, Ye Tianlong finally pushed the door open and entered. He saw Yu Fengwu sitting in a chair, one hand supporting her chin, staring blankly at the Water and Fire Divine Pearl on the table.

A pang of sadness gripped his heart. Ye Tianlong walked to her side and gently called out, "Grandma, don't be too sad..."

Yu Fengwu slowly raised her head. Ye Tianlong saw her bright eyes filled with glistening tears, and his heart ached again. He reached out and embraced her shoulders, saying with heartache, "Grandma, if you want to cry, just cry!"

"Why is it like this?" Yu Fengwu weakly rested her head on Ye Tianlong's chest, murmuring, "Father should have known that his son harbored ambitions to usurp the throne. Why did he give him such an opportunity?"

"Perhaps it was out of a father's love for his children," Ye Tianlong said sadly. "Unfortunately, his son didn't understand that."

Yu Fengwu shook her head, her gaze returning to the Water and Fire Divine Pearl bracelet on the table. "When I was very young, I often asked my mother why everyone else had a father, but I didn't. By the time I understood why my mother couldn't help but cry when she heard my question, she was no longer by my side."

"In my heart, my father is someone I both hate and yearn for..."

As she spoke, tears unconsciously streamed down Yu Fengwu's fair, jade-like face.

"Grandma, don't be like this!" Ye Tianlong hugged Yu Fengwu tightly, his heart aching with sorrow. "Grandma, seeing you like this makes me so worried!"

"Tell me everything, Grandma, because we are one." Ye Tianlong whispered softly in Yu Fengwu's ear. "We share happiness together, and we share pain together!"

Yu Fengwu's delicate body trembled slightly, and finally, she buried her face in Ye Tianlong's arms and wept bitterly.

"No more...no more...Father...I still...no more..."

Sensing Yu Fengwu's vulnerability, Ye Tianlong was also in tears, but he was comforted that Yu Fengwu had finally released her grief; otherwise, it wouldn't have been good to keep it bottled up inside.

"Grandma, I'm here for you. No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side!"

Ye Tianlong whispered tenderly in Yu Fengwu's ear after she had finished crying.

Yu Fengwu raised her tear-streaked face, gazed deeply at Ye Tianlong, and nodded vigorously.

She stood up, hugged Ye Tianlong tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, and murmured, "Tianlong, hold me tight!"

The two embraced tightly, and after a long while, Yu Fengwu sighed in relief, suddenly planting a deep kiss on Ye Tianlong's cheek, and said affectionately, "Tianlong, thank you!"

Ye Tianlong couldn't help but smile. He kissed Yu Fengwu's soft, jade-like face and said gently, "Silly girl, how could you say that? Are you feeling better now?"

Yu Fengwu nodded gently, released her arms, and said, "Crying a little has indeed calmed me down a lot."

"Grandma doesn't know how worried I was just now!" Ye Tianlong cupped Yu Fengwu's face in his hands, "You really frightened me."

"Yes, just now I felt like something was pressing down on my heart, making it hard to breathe," Yu Fengwu said shyly. "Luckily you came, otherwise you would have made me cry again..."

Ye Tianlong hugged her and asked, "Where's Qin'er? Why didn't she stay to keep Grandma company?"

Yu Fengwu said softly, "I sent her back."

Ye Tianlong put his arm around her slender waist and walked to the bedside to sit down beside her. "Some things shouldn't be kept inside, but should be spoken out."

Yu Fengwu nodded, looking very obedient, and quietly leaned against Ye Tianlong's chest. In that instant, Ye Tianlong didn't see the beautiful war goddess who dominated the battlefield, but a weak woman who had experienced the pain of losing her father. This Yu Fengwu before him aroused a strong desire to protect her, and he wanted to protect her with his whole life.

Early the next morning, just as Ye Tianlong and the others were preparing to deceive Esnia, the second message from Esnia arrived in Qingzhou. The farce that took place in Wusou Palace was described in detail to Ye Tianlong and the others in the intelligence sent by Lu Tu.

This completely confirmed Yu Fengwu and Chen Yue's suspicions. They hadn't expected Princess Qian to inadvertently take away the Imperial Seal, thwarting Wen Yeda's plot—a truly unimaginable outcome.

Under the combined attack of Yunaya and Gilmans, Wen Yeda couldn't possibly hold out for long; his defeat was only a matter of days. Clearly, Esnia, and indeed the entire Fast Empire, would now be controlled by Yunaya and Gilmans. So, who would ascend to the throne of the Fast Emperor? With both

sides evenly matched, Esnia's city guard became their most direct target. As Esnia's defense commander and the Eastern Governor of the city guard, if Ye Tianlong didn't arrive in Esnia quickly and seize control of the city guard, it was highly likely that the city guard would become their prey, divided up by Yunaya and Gilmans.

Ye Tianlong and his entourage had anticipated this, so Ye Tianlong and Princess Qian, along with their guards, rode at breakneck speed, heading straight for the imperial capital, Esnia. Remaining in Qingzhou were the goddess warriors Chenyue, Wanzhen, and Cynthia, while the specific affairs of Qingzhou were handled by Ji Wujiu and Winnie.

***

The siege of Wuyou Palace had lasted for three days, but aside from some demonstrative attacks, the city guards under Yunaia's command had not taken any further action. This surprised not only those in Wuyou Palace but also many of Yunaia's city guard commanders.

"Second Prince's Palace, why not launch a general attack?" Marco Bwe finally couldn't help but approach Yunaia and ask this question.

“Indeed, with our current strength, taking Sanssouci Palace in one fell swoop is no problem. With just a single order, it will be in my hands within a day at most.”

Yunaya was unsurprised by his subordinate's question and patiently explained, “But don't forget one thing: Sanssouci Palace is the symbol of my Fast Empire. It would be a great pity if it were destroyed in war. Moreover, most of the guards in the palace are loyal to the Fast Empire and are unwilling to fight against the army alongside Wen Yeda. If we use both kindness and force, they will surely defect.”

“Second Prince, you are truly thoughtful!”

Marco Bwe and his entourage, suddenly understanding, were all impressed by Yunaya's wisdom and character. A lord who could consider the enemy's feelings was truly admirable.

Watching Marco Bwe and the others depart, a cold smile appeared on Yunaya's lips. He shook his head. Should he be happy or amused to have such subordinates?

Yuna understood why Gilemans had entrusted him with command of the city guards and put him in charge of the attack on Sanssouci Palace. While this was partly due to his position as Minister of the Military, responsible for the Fast army, the most important reason was

that Gilemans wanted him to bear the stigma of destroying Sanssouci Palace. For years, Sanssouci Palace had been a symbol of the Fast Empire; if it were destroyed by war because of him, even if he was acting in the name of suppressing a rebellion, he would still face criticism and condemnation. This would be detrimental to his ascension to the Fast throne.

Meanwhile, the sixth prince, Yichun, whom Gilmans had promoted, could gain the support of many ministers with his good reputation. Yichun's performance had always been exemplary, and he was very popular in court. Therefore, at this juncture, he absolutely could not allow others to gossip any further.

"As long as I subdue the guards of Sanssouci Palace and take it down intact, my strength will increase greatly, and my reputation among the ministers will also improve significantly. In this way, they won't be able to voice much opposition at the court assembly. On the contrary, I will have many more bargaining chips in my hands."

Yuna closed his eyes, vaguely seeing himself wearing a dragon robe, strolling onto the throne of Fast, with kneeling ministers and people at his feet.

"At that time, I will slowly deal with these guys who oppose me... Hmph..."

"Your Highness!" A clear voice startled Yuna from his dream. He turned around and saw his uncle Leng Feng, whom he had invited from the snowy mountains, a master swordsman whose skills had reached a divine level.

“Now we should put more pressure on them and completely destroy their resistance.”

Yunaya nodded, took a deep breath, and stood up from his chair.

“Good, it’s time.” Yunaya’s expression turned cold as he looked at a subordinate who rushed in from outside.

“Your Highness, everything is ready as you ordered!”

The man knelt down and reported loudly to Yunaya.

“Let’s go!” Yunaya nodded in satisfaction and led the way out. The soldiers behind him hurriedly followed.

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