Space Farming: Traveling through Ancient Times to Do Business

"Watermelon? Where did it come from?" Xuan Yuchen's voice trembled a little, as if these two words had special meaning to him.

"Chuanzhou." Guard Zhang replied, "This watermelon can be found everywhere in Chuanzhou. I know you like fresh food, so I bought it specially for you."

Guard Zhang didn't understand why his master was so excited when he heard about watermelon, but he could feel Xuan Yuchen's emotional fluctuations at the moment. He guessed that it might be because the watermelon evoked some good memories or special meanings for his master.

Xuan Yuchen was silent for a while, then slowly reached out and picked up a piece of watermelon. He took a bite gently, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. The sweetness of the watermelon seemed to awaken some memory deep in his heart, making him fall into deep thought.

"This watermelon... is really delicious." Xuan Yuchen whispered, with a hint of tenderness and nostalgia in his voice. He chewed the watermelon slowly, as if he was savoring a distant memory. Guard Zhang stood aside, watching Xuan Yuchen quietly, and heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Xuan Yuchen's eyes stayed on the watermelon in front of him, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that he could not wait any longer. Time passed too quickly. If he did not take action, the outcome in two years would be unbearable for him. The person he wanted to protect might be hurt because of his incompetence, which was a fact he absolutely could not accept.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yuchen slowly stood up and said in a firm tone: "I'm going to go into seclusion." Guard Zhang was obviously a little surprised, but he immediately came to his senses and replied respectfully: "I'll arrange it right away." He understood the importance of Xuan Yuchen's decision, and he also knew that in the coming days, they would need to go all out to create the best conditions for Xuan Yuchen's seclusion.

Xuan Yuchen turned and walked into the room, and began to prepare the items needed for the retreat. His mood was extremely heavy, but at the same time he was full of expectations. This retreat was a life-and-death test for him, and it was also a key battle for him to break through himself. He must go all out, live up to his own expectations, and not let down the person he cares about.

Guard Zhang stood outside the door, quietly staring at Xuan Yuchen's receding back, his eyes full of determination and trust. In this silent night, Guard Zhang silently prayed for Xuan Yuchen, hoping that he could overcome all difficulties and achieve his goal.

At this moment, the entire Murong Villa seemed to be trapped in a terrible nightmare. The night was like thick ink covering the earth, making people feel endless depression and fear. The once solemn and dignified Qing Pavilion has now become a battlefield full of blood and violence, with the smell of killing and death everywhere.

In the darkness, Murong Villa lost its former glory, and the lights were artificially extinguished, making the surrounding environment even more gloomy and terrifying. In such an atmosphere, every sound of swords clashing was extremely sharp and piercing, as if it was a death knell from hell, mocking people's incompetence and fragility.

However, facing such a difficult situation, Guard Zhang did not retreat at all. He held his weapon tightly, ready to deal with possible dangers at any time. Because he knew that only by sticking to his beliefs and moving forward courageously could he find a glimmer of hope in this life-and-death struggle.

"Prince, hurry up," Guard Zhang shouted into the door and rushed out.

"Retreat! Protect the prince!" Xuan Shiyi's roar echoed in the night sky, with deep anxiety and determination. He led several loyal secret guards and fought desperately against the surging enemies, trying his best to win a glimmer of hope for Xuan Yuchen.

However, the enemy surged in like a tide, and there were so many of them that even though the secret guards were brave and fearless, they were ultimately outnumbered. In this tragic battle, one secret guard after another fell in a pool of blood, and their blood dyed the army flag red, and also dyed Xuan Shiyi's eyes red.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Ah..." The maids and servants in Qingge were already scared to death. They ran around in panic, but they could not escape the tragic fate. The cold blade ruthlessly harvested lives. No matter how hard they begged, they could not change this cruel reality.

In the inner courtyard of Qing Pavilion, Xuan Shiyi was protecting Xuan Yuchen tightly. Behind them were piles of corpses and broken limbs, which were all traces left by the fierce battle just now.

Xuan Shiyi's arm was injured, and blood kept gushing out from the wound, staining his sleeves red, but he didn't care at all. He just stared straight ahead, looking for an opportunity to break through.

"Prince, we must leave here immediately!" Xuan Shiyi's voice was a little hoarse, revealing his inner anxiety and tension.

Despite being in such a dangerous situation, he remained calm and resolute.

He knew that time was running out, and if they didn't find a way to escape as soon as possible, they would most likely be surrounded and annihilated by the enemy.

Xuan Yuchen nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the current situation.

His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and he was obviously extremely frightened.

However, deep in his clear eyes, there was a gleam of determination.

He knew that he had a heavy responsibility, and as the crown prince of Daxuan Kingdom, he could not give up easily at this moment.

He must leave alive, not only for his own safety, but also for the future of Daxuan Kingdom and those who sacrificed their lives heroically to protect him.

Under the leadership of Xuan Shiyi, they carefully avoided the enemy's sight and moved slowly towards the outside of the villa step by step.

Every step is full of thrills and crises, and if you are not careful you may fall into an abyss from which there is no escape.

They had no choice but to move forward with their tenacious will and desire for life.

However, the enemy did not seem to want to let them go easily and chased them all the way. The flashing swords and shadows of knives flew in the night sky, forming a thrilling picture.

Xuan Yuchen tightly grasped the sword in his hand. The blade was already stained red with blood. Every drop of blood represented a life-and-death struggle.

He frowned, and faced with this small group of enemies chasing him relentlessly, he could not help but feel a strong sense of exhaustion. This was not the first time he had been assassinated, but every time he was assassinated, he felt exhausted.

"Did the visitor say anything this time?" Xuan Yuchen asked briefly, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

Guard Zhang quickly rushed to Xuan Yuchen, shook his head and said, "Prince, they didn't leave any words. We must leave as soon as possible."

The sound of fighting outside became more and more intense, as if the entire Qing Pavilion was caught in the flames of war. Suddenly, a sword beam reflecting the moonlight streaked across the night sky and landed dangerously at Xuan Yuchen's feet.