My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

The expressions on these people's faces, as well as the aura they emitted, inexplicably resembled those of some students from the Martial Academy who had participated in the martial arts competition between Great Wei and Great Zhou.

Or rather, they were essentially the same group.

As Cheng Guang approached, a group of South Ming's loyalists immediately greeted him with a fist salute, "Princely Heir."

Although their movements were not exactly uniform, they still carried an imposing air, and their voices were quite loud, startling the birds perched on the nearby road.

Steward Wang stepped forward and carefully observed Cheng Guang's expression, asking, "Princely Heir, do you recognize these people?"

"If you don't recognize them, should I send them all away?"

There were quite a number of these people, more than fifty, and Steward Wang did not believe they could be acquaintances of his own Princely Heir.

But if they were swindlers from the Martial World who had come to establish relations out of nowhere, they would not possess such an imposing aura, their entire beings as cold as ice, solemn and unsmiling.

Moreover, even swindlers would not gather so many people, let alone cheat their way into Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Therefore, Steward Wang was momentarily puzzled.

When Cheng Guang was faced with Steward Wang's question, he did not answer directly but instead asked, "Where is my father?"

Steward Wang replied respectfully, "Princely Heir, the Family Head left for the Bureau of the Lamp early this morning, and he is not expected to return by noon; he will probably wait until evening."

Cheng Guang nodded slightly, glanced at the South Ming's loyalists before him, and revealed a radiant smile, feigning warmth as he said:

"Please, let them in, and treat them to good food and drink."

Upon hearing this, Steward Wang did not dare to question why the Princely Heir would invite these people into the mansion and offered such hospitality; he quickly went to make arrangements.

The leader of South Ming's loyalists saluted Cheng Guang with a rather indifferent gesture, "Princely Heir, there's no need for good food or drink, the Queen of South Ming has likely already informed you of our purpose."

"We hope the Princely Heir will provide us with accommodation for the time being, as we await your arrangements."

"If the Princely Heir wishes, you could prepare some quality resources for our cultivation, Spirit Food, elixirs."

Cheng Guang's face retained its radiant smile upon hearing this.

These people were truly unreserved.

It was unclear whether they were relying on the favor of the Queen of South Ming or if loyalists inherently lacked emotional intelligence, for they showed little respect in their eyes for him, the Princely Heir.

In their behavior, there was only a superficial pretext of courtesy.

Their inherent arrogance was not hidden in the slightest.

This scene made Cheng Guang exclaim in his mind.

These guys were loyalists, yet they really weren't afraid of death?

Or had they concluded that he would not lay a hand on them?

Cheng Guang pondered, but his expression remained unchanged, his face still bearing a radiant smile as he ushered everyone into the mansion.

"Don't just stand outside in the wind."

The South Ming's loyalists responded and stepped grandly through the gates of Duke Zhen's Mansion.

After the loyalists entered, Steward Wang led them to a courtyard within the estate.

Just as Steward Wang was about to have the mansion's chef prepare some fine Spirit Food to entertain these guests, Cheng Guang gestured for him to come over.

"There's no need to prepare Spirit Food."

Upon hearing this, Steward Wang was again taken aback, "Princely Heir, why do you say that?"

Just a moment ago, the Princely Heir had seemed familiar and on good terms with these people, all smiles and conversation. Why had his demeanor changed so suddenly?

Steward Wang at that moment could not comprehend what his Princely Heir was thinking.

Could it be that these people's identities were somehow special?

This raised some doubts in his mind.

In Steward Wang's view, the radiant smile that had been on Cheng Guang's face was now completely gone, his expression indifferent and noble.

Cheng Guang glanced at Steward Wang. He didn't explain or say more.

"Have the guard, kill all these people, don't let a single one escape."

Steward Wang was slightly shocked upon hearing this.

"Princely Heir, you want to kill them all?"

Cheng Guang nodded, looking towards Steward Wang.

"Are you not confident?"

"I am confident, Princely Heir. I will make the arrangements."

Steward Wang nodded hastily, "Then, Princely Heir, you go rest in Million Specie Garden for a while. I will take care of these people here. You can avoid this for a bit."

With that, he didn't dare to say more, quickly rose to his feet, summoned several attendants and servants, and went to make arrangements.

Cheng Guang nodded and did not concern himself further with whatever fate befell those South Ming's loyalists.

From the moment they entered Duke Zhen's Mansion, it was destined that they had only one path — death.

Cheng Guang returned to Million Specie Garden with Qing Luan, whose expression was somewhat worryingly perplexed.

The origins of these people were unknown; they demanded to see the Princely Heir upon arrival, and their intentions, as well as what they might be relying on, were unclear.

What surprised Qing Luan even more was that the Princely Heir seemed to have anticipated these people's arrival.

He wasn't surprised in the least.

Furthermore, the Princely Heir even agreed to meet these people, allowing them into the mansion, playing along with them.

Why was all this happening?

Qing Luan didn't understand.

As Cheng Guang stepped into Million Specie Garden, a burst of Qi exploded from afar within the mansion.

While the disturbance was large, it quickly subsided.

Sitting in the pavilion, Cheng Guang watched the turbulence in the sky from afar, leisurely sipping his tea.

This move would undoubtedly result in a complete rift with the Queen of South Ming.

Even if the other side was foolish, with their loyalists dead by his hand, they would come to realize that he was not sincerely allying with them.

Who knows, they might even stage some shoddy assassination attempt afterward.

However, Cheng Guang was not concerned. If they could manage to assassinate him within the Capital city, he would indeed have some admiration for them.