Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved-Chapter 740 - 661: Another Update_3

But how much must the Emperor’s heart endure to accept such a reality?

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The carriage continued forward, and for the first time, Gong Lin looked behind them, following his own master. He did not discover anything, but he still felt that something was not quite right.

"Third Brother, what’s wrong?" asked a young man not much older, curiously looking at the scenery beside the mountain. He felt that since they had been gathered, his days had been much more delightful than in the deep forests, having seen many things he had never encountered before.

Furthermore, their master turned out to be such a beautiful woman.

At the thought of this, Hong Xian felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Nothing. We cannot be careless in protecting our master," Gong Lin replied, turning his head back. It wasn’t strange - what was truly strange was their master herself.

Among them, only Yuan Geng, Hui Shan, and he knew their master’s secrets because they had received the orders to come to Zheng Capital earlier than the others to verify the information. Thus, he and Hui Shan were the first to know this secret.

"Third Brother, do you feel like we are being followed?" Hong Xian glanced behind them and didn’t see anything. It didn’t make sense that they wouldn’t have noticed someone.

"No," Gong Lin answered without thinking, with no desire to even speak. Although the eldest brother had said that their current priority was to find the person behind the threats to their master, Gong Lin thought differently.

"Third Brother, no, I wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t looked back, but it indeed feels a bit odd, just like..." Hong Xian’s words were cut off as Gong Lin slapped him on the head.

"Stop imagining things and keep up. We rely on more than just our eyes for investigation," he said.

"Third Brother..." Hong Xian felt wronged, but he truly sensed something strange.

Not long after Zheng Nianru’s carriage had gone, three figures slowly appeared on the hillside, their gaze following the direction in which Zheng Nianru’s carriage had disappeared.

"She’s pregnant?" asked the lead figure, dressed in black from head to toe, his head wrapped in black cloth, only his shiny black eyes exposed. Deep and wise, he slowly articulated these words.

The two beside him dared not respond, merely following in silence, the air decidedly cold despite the warm sunlight, as if they were suddenly under the shadow of a mountain.

And the youth didn’t need an answer from others. He had heard for himself, from initial bewilderment, not understanding what this meant, to gradually realizing that it was her child, and now, it seemed nothing else was quite as important.

Her child?

Then if he came, would she be unhappy?

Yin He felt uncertain.

If Bai Yin had succeeded, did that mean the child’s father was already dead?

Yet there had been no stir from Nanzheng State, which seemed a bit odd, but Yin He knew that perhaps Nanzheng State was deliberately concealing the news of Zheng Congyuan’s death.

Thus, even if she had the child, what could it change? Zheng Congyuan would still die, and by her side would still be him.

"Young Master, should we not go and gather some information first?" The man behind him tentatively spoke up, the news coming so suddenly. Although they were not far from the Imperial Capital, shouldn’t they have learned whether the news was true or false as soon as they entered the city?

But even now, Zheng Capital remained as serene as a lake.

"No need, head straight to the Imperial Palace," Yin He said icily.

Just as the youth was about to leave, another person suddenly reached out to stop him; the voice was that of a young woman, somewhat melancholic and...

"Let him go and take a look first," Xing Yu said, looking at the youth, wanting to say something but not daring to.

Yin He glanced at Xing Yu. If possible, he did not want to delay. Although he was anxious, he had not lost his wits, and after failing twice, hadn’t he learned his lesson?

"Fine, go and have a look," Yin He said to another person. Xing Yu breathed a sigh of relief, her expression easing as they waited for the person to leave, and immediately she started talking again.

"We’ve been to this mountain twice before, Yin He, do you remember?" Xing Yu quickly followed Yin He’s stride. "Back then, you were just a Little Eunuch."

"Right, Yin He, when we return, remember to bring more pastries, especially the ones Her Majesty likes the most, otherwise..." Xing Yu’s endless chatter contrasted with the youth’s silence, intermittently filling the space between them.

The youth never responded, and Xing Yu didn’t seem to mind, just savoring this last rare time belonging to just the two of them.

Her gaze quietly fell on the shadow of the youth ahead, the melancholy quietly flooding her eyes. She could clearly see Yin He’s heart, pure without any impurities and utterly resolute.

Even though he knew about Her Majesty and Ju Nanyi, and even though he knew Her Majesty was pregnant, that determined gaze hadn’t wavered in the slightest.