My System Is Three Thousand Years Early Chapter 425 - 122: Princely Heir, This is Impossible (Please

"I hope Uncle Ning will agree."

Ning Liang shifted his gaze from Zhao Jin and, upon hearing Cheng Guang’s words, scratched his head and laughed heartily, "Princely Heir, of course, there is no problem."

"It is our good fortune at the Taihao Sword Sect to have the Princely Heir stay with us for a while, please, stay as long as you like! Even getting married here at the Taihao Sword Sect wouldn’t be an issue!"

As he spoke, excitent took over Ning Liang — he clapped his hands and said:

"This is great! This is great! I will take the Princely Heir to et my daughter Qianxue in a bit! The wedding chamber tonight!"

Cheng Guang was startled by Ning Liang’s enthusiasm but did not find it unpleasant.

This father-in-law seed to be quite agreeable.

Cheng Guang briefly dealt with Ning Liang, then turned to Zhao Jin and said, "Zhao Jin, you go back first; just say that I have been executed by your hand."

"No matter what happens afterward, don’t concern yourself with it."

Zhao Jin nodded slightly, hesitated for a mont as if he wanted to say sothing, but upon reaching the tip of his tongue, he swallowed his words and hastily left.

Cheng Guang watched as Zhao Jin departed.

He could guess what Zhao Jin had wanted to say upon leaving.

Zhao Jin, returning to Emperor Zhou, would say that Cheng Guang had already been executed by him.

But if Cheng Guang were to reappear later, Zhao Jin’s words would turn out to be a lie.

He would then be guilty of deceiving the emperor.

Unavoidably facing death.

However, Cheng Guang could not be bothered with this.

If Zhao Jin did not do this, Cheng Guang would have him die right now.

Zhao Jin was a eunuch, without family or descendants, and his selfish nature was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Given the chance to live longer, he would certainly not choose an early death.

Cheng Guang was confident that Zhao Jin would make the right choice.

Even if Zhao Jin ultimately didn’t listen to him and reported the truth to Emperor Zhou, it wouldn’t matter.

Cheng Guang himself was indifferent.

At that ti, it would be Zhao Jin who would suffer.

Not only would Emperor Zhou not move against Cheng Guang again, but he would also go so far as to present Zhao Jin’s head to Cheng Guang as an explanation.

All this would have occurred solely because of Zhao Jin’s unilateral actions, with no connection to Cheng Guang whatsoever.

With such thoughts in mind, Cheng Guang chuckled, watched Zhao Jin leave, and then shifted his gaze back to Ning Liang.

The two of them chatted while laughing and smiling.

anwhile, Cheng Guang navigated the Flying Boat into the territory of the Taihao Sword Sect.

The Taihao Sword Sect was situated behind Tiann Mountain, surrounded by a ring of mountains, with rugged terrain and verdant peaks.

The grand entrance of the Sword Sect was Heavenly Gate Mountain itself — ancient and majestic, with the history and lineage of the Taihao Sword Sect carved into the stone cliffs, emanating a profound sense of history.

Upon entering the Taihao Sword Sect, the view opened up marvelously.

A vast square unfolded before them with a gigantic sword monunt in the center of the square,

deepest within the Taihao Sword Sect there was a mysterious lake. It was a lake of ink-black water, as though connected to an endless abyss.

However, when moonlight shone upon it, the surface of the lake would ripple with golden waves — those ripples seeming like traces of sword energy, wafting through the air. Find exclusive stories on empire

Even from a great distance, Cheng Guang could almost feel the mystique and terror of swordsmanship.

Every disciple here was practicing swordsmanship, each emitting a powerful aura, sharp and full of nace. Simply standing there, each person resembled a drawn sword.

As Cheng Guang steered the Flying Boat into the Taihao Sword Sect,

countless disciples looked up.

Upon seeing Cheng Guang standing on the deck of the Flying Boat, as well as Ning Liang beside him,

their faces showed shock.

"That must be the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, right?"

"Even more handso than the rumors, really dashing."

"Handso can’t fill your stomach though. He could just be a pretty face. By the way, it’s surprising that the Sect Master personally went to welco the Princely Heir."

Many people talked among themselves, their hearts unavoidably sour.

Ning Qianxue of the Taihao Sword Sect, viewed by countless disciples as the goddess of their hearts, was now to marry the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir.

The marriage was indeed a match of equal social status,

but for many disciples, it was still difficult to accept imdiately.

They didn’t resent the Sect for the arranged union with Ning Qianxue,

only resenting that the person marrying Ning Qianxue,

was not them.

Watching the Flying Boat sail over their heads, moving deeper into the Sect,

many Sword Sect disciples began beating their chests and sighing in frustration.

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