My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Qin Beifeng felt his own Qin Yanqiu was beyond help.

He had advised her earlier to change into nicer clothes, but it seemed that all his words had gone in one ear and out the other.

Qin Beifeng's eyes slightly widened with the intention to say something to Qin Yanqiu, but with the Princely Heir just behind her, he hesitated for a moment and ultimately sighed without speaking further.

"Princely Heir, let's go."

Qin Beifeng stepped forward, respectfully nodded to Cheng Guang, then led the way out of the mansion.

The weddings in North City did not have many complicated procedures.

If they were to hold another wedding in the Capital city, they'd probably have to proceed through all the ancient rites.

Just thinking about it made Cheng Guang feel exhausted.

Having just one wedding in North City was quite nice.

However, Wu Yuemei and Cheng Zhihai probably wouldn't be too happy about it.

Cheng Guang, lost in his thoughts, walked out of the Qin Mansion and headed towards Duke Zhen's Mansion.

He rode on Capturing Heaven Tiger, while Qin Yanqiu was seated in a sedan chair carried by soldiers.

Qin Yanqiu sat upon it,

somehow not resembling a bride about to be married, but rather like a general poised for battle.

Cheng Guang only turned his head to glance once and felt slightly dizzy from the sight.

What a scene.

Absolutely stunning.

After observing Qin Yanqiu briefly, Cheng Guang's gaze fell on Qin Gaozhi, who was standing nearby.

He noticed Qin Gaozhi still watching him with a grinding gaze, although he thought he had hidden it well and even managed to conceal all emotion in his eyes when Cheng Guang looked his way, replacing it with a calm smile and nod of respect.

The hostility was nowhere to be seen.

But still, it couldn't escape the observation skills honed by dealing with that back-stabber.
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Cheng Guang stroked his chin, the corners of his mouth bearing a barely there smile as he watched Qin Gaozhi.

Without saying a word, he turned his head away with profound significance.

Qin Gaozhi, following behind Cheng Guang, felt something was off. Why was the Princely Heir giving him such a strange smile?

Did he perceive my thoughts?

Thinking this, Qin Gaozhi shook his head involuntarily.

Not likely.

Why would the Princely Heir pay attention to me?

Qin Gaozhi felt a sense of loss as he gazed towards Qin Yanqiu, sitting in the luxurious jade sedan, his heart nearly breaking.

He stared blankly at Qin Yanqiu.

Even without seeing her face, Qin Gaozhi could quietly appreciate this moment.

Suddenly, he saw an abrupt figure move into the scene in front of him.

The figure rode Capturing Heaven Tiger, dressed in a Red Robe, approached Qin Yanqiu's sedan, then soared from the tiger's back into the sedan, and sat beside Qin Yanqiu.

He took her hand and pulled her into his embrace.

The two were brought close together.

Although Qin Yanqiu was a bit panicked, she didn't say anything, pursed her red lips, and silently sat there, her jade hand resting quietly in Cheng Guang's palm.

She showed no reaction.

The surrounding soldiers cheered upon seeing this.

"The Princely Heir and Miss Qin are a perfect match, truly made for each other."

"That's right, we'll have to celebrate properly when the feast begins later."

"In this world, the only person who could match Miss Qin is the Princely Heir. If it were anyone else, I would disagree a hundred times over."

"Look, Miss Qin seems to like the Princely Heir too, sticking so close to him."

As the soldiers conversed, Qin Beifeng saw this and his previously worried expression instantly brightened.

With the Princely Heir behaving this way, it seemed he did not dislike Yanqiu.

Quite likely, he was fond of her.

Could the Princely Heir actually like Yanqiu's disposition?

Qin Beifeng couldn't quite understand.

But he thought...

It's a done deal.

Joy of a mature father showed on his face.

Meanwhile,

Qin Gaozhi simply glanced over and felt his eyes nearly split with rage.

Especially upon hearing the surrounding soldiers say that Cheng Guang and Qin Yanqiu were well-matched, he was about to lose control.

Matched where!

Matched where!

Apart from the many frustrations boiling up inside, right then, Qin Gaozhi felt mainly powerless as he watched Cheng Guang and Qin Yanqiu together in the sedan.

He went to the Capital city to persuade Cheng Guang to give up on Qin Yanqiu.

Because he could not change Qin Beifeng's mind, nor Qin Yanqiu's, and certainly not the Duke's.

The only solution was to convince Cheng Guang to call off the marriage himself.

But what he hadn't expected...

was that after all his efforts...

it would end in vain.

Qin Gaozhi clenched his fists tight, bowed his head silently, and bit his lip.

A fine painting.

—"The Humiliated Boy."

Cheng Guang glanced down at Qin Gaozhi in the crowd, noticed Qin Gaozhi's frustrated yet restrained expression, and couldn't help but find it amusing.

Poor kid, truly enduring.

Even more than the Ninja Turtles.

Cheng Guang had thought that provoking Qin Gaozhi a little might trigger some irrational behavior from him, giving Cheng Guang a justified reason to teach Qin Gaozhi a lesson.

Now it seemed...

Though Qin Gaozhi was a bootlicker,

he wasn't a completely useless one.

At the very least, he had remarkable endurance.

He would have to think of another way to deal with Qin Gaozhi later.

Cheng Guang stroked his chin, clicked his tongue, and shifted his gaze away from Qin Gaozhi.

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