My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Qin Gaozhi isn't quite up to par.

Behind this turmoil, there was no room for a lackey like Qin Gaozhi to participate.

Most likely, Qin Gaozhi just got lucky, picking up an advantage later on, and after gaining power, he did not continue to serve Cheng Guang but directly defected to Emperor Zhou of Great Zhou.

Perhaps at that time, Qin Gaozhi felt that with the Princely Heir position gone, the Bureau of the Lamp gone, and the Northern Expedition Army gone, even if there was a position for the Princely Heir, it wasn't much different from that of an ordinary noble.

Cheng Guang could probably guess Qin Gaozhi's future thoughts.

After pondering for a moment, Cheng Guang really couldn't think of anyone who would set their sights on the Northern Expedition Army.

The chaos in the Great Yan Dynasty, from the continuous withdrawal of troops, to the Demon Beast besieging North City, to the series of incidents with the Northern Expedition Army.

The ultimate goal of the mastermind behind the scenes was clearly to eliminate all the high-ranking officers of the Northern Expedition Army and to eradicate the Northern Expedition Army completely.

At the moment, it is unknown whether the turmoil in the Great Yan Dynasty has occurred yet.

If it has already happened, the Demon Beast must already be on their way to attack North City.

The current tranquility is just a brief silence before the approaching storm.

If it has not happened, Cheng Guang is powerless to do anything about it.

The Great Yan Dynasty is an unknown distance away from the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Even if nothing has happened yet.

Cheng Guang wouldn't be able to rush to the Great Yan Dynasty to stop the turmoil from happening within, nor does he have the power to do so.

Even with foreknowledge of future events, Cheng Guang still feels somewhat powerless in the face of it all.

Cheng Guang took a deep breath; regardless, at least he now knew what would happen in the future.

Once turmoil occurs in the Great Yan Dynasty, with the withdrawal of troops from the border, the Border Area battleground, he would at least be able to react immediately.

Apart from not knowing who the person behind the scenes is for the time being, there isn't much else that is uncertain.

Cheng Guang thought.

He would have to find an opportunity tomorrow during the wedding to remind Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan.

Let Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan be prepared; should an unexpected in the event the Devil Clan launches an attack, even if there is someone planning all this from behind, it won't be easy to succeed.

As Cheng Guang pondered, he went to bed.

After clearing his thoughts, Cheng Guang suddenly felt a bit mentally exhausted.

I'm just here to get married; how did it become so troublesome.

Damn it.

Tomorrow, I'll have to find an opportunity to properly teach Qin Gaozhi a lesson.

Amidst numerous thoughts, Cheng Guang slowly drifted off to sleep.

...

The next day.

The sky over North City was especially bleak.

The sky was not yet bright when a hazy white snow began to drift down.

When Cheng Guang got up, snowflakes fell on his shoulders; the flowers and plants in the courtyard were covered with snow, and the early morning was filled with mist; though beautiful, it carried a sense of desolation. Experience tales at мѵʟ

Qing Luan was not in the courtyard at the moment; it was still dark out, and she was already somewhere busy.

Cheng Guang washed up, performed a brief cultivation exercise, and then strolled around Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Right now, Duke Zhen's Mansion, compared to yesterday, had even richer festive colors, decorated with lanterns, and many servants and maidens had specifically changed into new clothing.

As they passed by Cheng Guang, their faces bore joyful smiles.

In North City, a place often overshadowed by the dread of war, it was rare to have such a joyous event, and many people were uplifted, feeling much better.

It was still early, but fires had already been lit everywhere in the mansion; as heavy snow fell, wisps of cooking smoke rose, adding warmth to the cold weather.

Many people were busy preparing a lavish feast for the wedding banquet.

Cheng Guang strolled casually before heading towards the grand hall.

Walking on the cobblestone paths of Duke Zhen's Mansion, Cheng Guang glanced at the surrounding scenery and just then, seemed to hear something and looked towards the side of the road.

"Princely Heir."

Qing Luan walked over quickly; she was now dressed in a brocade jacket, her long hair bound, tucked into her jacket, and matched with a water-patterned skirt adorned with cage plum blossoms. Her little face looked pale in the cold, and even though she was a Martial Artist of the Fourth-grade Divine Realm, she was still somewhat unable to withstand the cold weather of North City.

Qing Luan walked hastily to Cheng Guang, and her exquisite face looked a bit tired; clearly, she had been busy with preparations for Cheng Guang's wedding.

She looked at Cheng Guang's attire and pouted slightly, "Princely Heir, why are you still wearing these clothes? You're about to get married; you should be dressed in wedding attire."

Cheng Guang smiled and stopped, "No rush; there's still some time before I go to bring Qin Yanqiu to the mansion. Besides, wearing these clothes... doesn't matter, does it?"

"Aren't they handsome?" Cheng Guang playfully winked at Qing Luan at the end of his sentence.

Qing Luan looked at Cheng Guang with her face turning slightly red. "Handsome, yes, but it's not very proper for the occasion. Even if General Qin and the others don't care much, we at Duke Zhen's Mansion still have to pay attention to propriety," she said.

Saying this, Qing Luan stepped forward and lightly tugged on Cheng Guang's sleeve, "Princely Heir, let's go. I'll take you to change into a new outfit; you still have to meet Duke of the State later."

Cheng Guang was not insistent and followed Qing Luan back to his courtyard.

After a quick wash and changing into a fine red wedding robe, the typical image of a groom, Cheng Guang checked his appearance in the mirror. He looked quite handsome, but it lacked a certain something.

In his past life, although he had never been married, he was no stranger to the idea, having seen others go through it.

Compared to his past life, weddings from this era seemed much more rigid, lacking groomsmen and the like, void of those amusing friends from his past life, making it less entertaining.