My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

In the vast emptiness of the grand hall,

stood Zhang Shunlong.

He gazed at the door in the distance, where the lifeless, delicate body lay draped in a white cloth.

Tears fell like pearls off a broken string.

Rolling down incessantly.

An endless despair and helplessness surged into his heart.

He walked slowly to the entrance, pushed aside the nearby servants, and knelt beside Liu Yuting, holding her hand tightly.

Her hands were already devoid of warmth, yet Zhang Shunlong could still feel every detail on her skin.

The laughter of the past, the promises once made, the warmth, all as clear as if they were from yesterday.

Helplessly, he stared at her face, once brimming with happiness and smiles, now so serenely still. His heart twisted in agony, so painful he could hardly breathe.

"It shouldn't be like this,"

"It shouldn't be like this,"

Zhang Shunlong muttered, his vision blurred by tears, his throat rough with pain.

Mrs. Wu seemed to have lost her spirit too, her fingers clenched tightly, legs weak, had it not been for Liu Hao's support at her side, she would have already collapsed to the ground.

"My daughter..."

"Master, how could things have turned out this way?"

Mrs. Wu felt a pang of heartache, her composure unkept, bearing such great sorrow, yet finding herself unable to cry.

Her tears seemed to be all choked up inside, with no means for release.

Liu Hao was also at a loss, standing there blankly, no longer knowing what to do.

He even hesitated to look at the figure lying on the ground in the distance, doubting if it was indeed his daughter's face.

He felt an inexplicable regret, condemning himself.

If only he hadn't captured Zhang Shunlong and Liu Yuting attempting to elope, perhaps things would not have turned out this way.

As dusk approached, the sky grew dark, heavy clouds pressing low, conjuring an almost suffocating oppression.

Lin Yunzhen looked at the scene before him, his brows lightly furrowed; his heart remained unmoved, finding the people before him exceedingly noisy.

It was just a suicide, after all, hardly a major incident.

Lin Yunzhen glanced at Cheng Guang, his voice reluctant as he spoke, "Princely Heir, as you can see, the person you were looking for has committed suicide."

"I have nothing to do with this."

Lin Yunzhen spread his hands, his face innocent.

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In his own view, it indeed had nothing to do with him; after all, it wasn't him who killed her, it was the woman herself who was foolish and in despair.

If she had only been sensible from the start, Lin Yunzhen thought, he might have even kept her by his side as a bed-warming maiden, how could she have ended up like this?

Cheng Guang remained indifferent, his expression unchanged, tapping the back of his chair, quiet, looking at Zhang Shunlong, who had fallen to the ground, weeping loudly.

Zhang Shunlong's voice gradually softened, and his trembling body began to calm.

He slowly lifted the girl wrapped in white, her long hair scattered, pale hands hanging limply, her features poignant, bruises faintly visible on her body.

Zhang Shunlong's hands trembled as he gently covered the girl's bruises with the white cloth, holding her tightly against him, and stood up, his gaze turned towards Cheng Guang.

His eyes, bloodshot and tear-filled, already brimmed with bloody tears.

"Princely Heir, thank you,"

Zhang Shunlong deeply bowed to Cheng Guang.

If it weren't for Cheng Guang, he'd still be in the Liu Family, unaware of Liu Yuting's current plight.

If it weren't for Cheng Guang, how could he have gained entry to the Prime Minister's Mansion?

If it weren't for Cheng Guang, he didn't know how much longer it would've been before he learned of Liu Yuting's departure from this world.

Zhang Shunlong was filled with gratitude towards the Town-Nation Duke's Heir who had suddenly offered help and brought him to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As Zhang Shunlong's words fell, the system's permission completed sound timely rang in Cheng Guang's mind.

The voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Incredibly familiar.

Yet Cheng Guang felt little joy.

His assistance to Zhang Shunlong was not because he was a saint, but merely to complete a task.

But truly witnessing such a scene, where ordinary lives held no value in the eyes of the powerful, to be trifled with at will,

He couldn't maintain his composure after all.

Cheng Guang's emotions were, in fact, far more complicated than he had imagined.

After Zhang Shunlong, holding Liu Yuting, deeply bowed to Cheng Guang, his gaze shifted to Lin Yunzhen standing aside.

That look held hatred, murderous intent, a powerlessness like facing a towering mountain, a helplessness over his own weakness.

Zhang Shunlong knew it was already significant that Cheng Guang had brought him to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He dared not expect too much.

Zhang Shunlong glanced at Lin Yunzhen, etching the image of this noble who had hurt Yuting deep into his memory, before turning to leave.

At that moment, Lin Yunzhen's frown deepened, finding the gaze of the man before him distinctly uncomfortable.

"Wait, where do you think you are taking someone from my household?"

Lin Yunzhen interjected, his gaze also landing on Cheng Guang.

"Princely Heir, this woman was, after all, from my household. Even in death, she shouldn't be taken away by a mere commoner, right?"

Hearing Lin Yunzhen's words, Cheng Guang simply laughed, "So, once they enter your Prime Minister's Mansion, even in death, they're your belongings?"