Yang Guo travels back in time to become Duan Yu, a different kind of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Yang Guo transmigrates into Duan Yu's body, a different kind of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, Chapter 87.

Mu Wanqing stood among the bamboo grove, watching Yang Guo and Dao Baifeng's figures gradually disappear into the distance. Dressed in black, she stood tall and aloof, her gaze fixed on that familiar figure, not wavering for a long time.

Zhao Shuhuai stood quietly beside her, silently watching her lonely and aloof profile, without uttering a word to disturb her. Only when the cool bamboo breeze subsided did she speak softly, "Miss Mu, you miss Young Master Duan very much, don't you?"

Mu Wanqing's body stiffened slightly as she slowly withdrew her gaze, a hint of shyness and bitterness flashing across her cool and aloof eyes.

She was always aloof and solitary, rarely showing her emotions, and was most inept at revealing her feelings. Now, with her thoughts exposed, the tips of her ears turned slightly red, but she made no attempt to hide it, only sighing softly, "After we parted ways at Wanjie Valley, separated by mountains and rivers, we lost all contact. I thought we would never meet again in this life, but unexpectedly, we met again at Little Mirror Lake today."

Her voice was soft and melancholic, tinged with a sense of self-pity, bewilderment, and humility: "It's just a pity that fate plays tricks on us. Due to some twist of fate, we are destined to be nothing more than siblings in this life, with no possibility of ever being separated again."

Zhao Shuhuai's eyes flickered slightly, and she sighed inwardly.

Only she knew the truth: the "sibling" bond that bound the two of them had long since dissolved, both in name and in reality. Yet, within this body, the soul had already changed. The burning sincerity of Mu Wanqing before her was ultimately a misplaced illusion, destined to flow like water without feeling, a love unfulfilled.

Zhao Shuhuai grew up in the treacherous inner palace, yet a soft and kind heart remained within her, never extinguished by the palace's coldness. Looking at Mu Wanqing's resolute yet forlorn expression, and reflecting on her own situation, she felt a pang of sympathy for her.

She said softly, "Miss Mu, I'm afraid it's a case of the falling flowers longing for the flowing water, but the water is indifferent."

Mu Wanqing stood there, stunned, her mind slightly unsettled. She never showed any weakness in front of others, but for some reason, when facing the gentle and refined Zhao Shuhuai, a softness that had been buried deep within her for many years and never shown to anyone was revealed.

"I, Mu Wanqing, have never been coerced in my love. Even if there is no outcome, even if we can only gaze at each other from afar, I will have no regrets. I do not seek fame or status, nor do I seek to stay with him. I only wish to be by his side and protect him year after year. That will be enough for me."

Zhao Shuhuai gazed quietly at the pure, fervent, and unwavering light in her eyes, her heart filled with countless emotions.

A gentle breeze rustles through the bamboo grove, and the lake glistens in the sunlight. Two figures stand silently beneath the bamboo, one filled with worry, the other with unwavering devotion.

Meanwhile, in the secluded woods not far away, Yang Guo and Dao Baifeng's private conversation was drawing to a close.

"Yu'er, I have already explained things to the Prince. From now on, I will return to Yuxu Temple to cultivate in seclusion and will no longer concern myself with worldly affairs."

Dao Baifeng spoke calmly, as if she had let go of a lifelong obsession: "As for his confidantes over the years, he can bring whoever he wants back to his mansion. Even if he brings them all to the Prince's mansion, I will no longer interfere."

"Your position as heir apparent still needs to be discussed and decided by the Prince and Emperor Baoding upon their return to the palace. However, the people of Dali are currently seeking stability, and they will not easily shake your position as heir apparent, lest the court and the country be thrown into turmoil."

Yang Guo nodded slightly, his tone gentle and frank: "Mother, you know I've never cared about these things. As long as you are at peace with yourself from now on, whether I am the heir of Dali or not is completely irrelevant."

He had never been attached to the Duan family's empire or the glory of the royal palace, and having only known Duan Zhengchun for a short time, he found it even more difficult to condone his womanizing ways.

His dissolute lifestyle over half his life naturally makes it impossible for him to agree with anything.

Dao Baifeng felt a warmth in her heart upon hearing this, then changed the subject with a serious expression: "By the way, Yu'er, there is something that is good news for you."

Yang Guo was slightly surprised: "Mother, please speak."

Dao Baifeng said, "Although Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun share the same surname, they are not blood relatives. I know that Duan Zhengchun's daughters, Miss Mu and Miss Zhong, are interested in you. You may marry whichever one you like. In the Central Plains, it is forbidden to marry someone with the same surname, but we in Dali do not adhere to this rule. As long as they are not from the same mother, it is not against etiquette. Even if you marry them both, there will be no problem."

Yang Guo was stunned upon hearing this, speechless, completely unprepared for Dao Baifeng to utter such enlightened, open-minded, and almost shocking words.

Seeing his astonished expression, Dao Baifeng smiled slightly and then teased, "It's quite a strange thing. Although you're not the Prince of Zhennan's biological son, you've inherited the Duan family's traditions perfectly. At such a young age, you've already attracted the hearts of many beauties. By the way, that girl who's always by your side, with her gentle features and refined demeanor, I noticed the deep affection in her eyes when she looks at you. What's her name?"

Yang Guo, still unsettled, casually replied, "Her name is Zhao Shuhuai, and she is from Bianliang."

"Zhao Shuhuai————"

Dao Baifeng repeated it in a low voice, his heart suddenly jolted. The name was too familiar to be unfamiliar at all.

Although she spent most of her time in seclusion at the Yuxu Temple, living separately from Duan Zhengchun, she was still, after all, the Princess Consort of Zhennan, Dali. She had long been familiar with the names of the Song Dynasty's imperial relatives and nobles. Even though she was in the southwest, she had heard of Princess Zhao Shuhuai, the eldest daughter of Emperor Shenzong of Song, the only daughter of Empress Dowager Xiang, and the eldest sister of the current emperor Zhao Xu.

Such a person was originally the most outstanding member of the Song Dynasty, of unparalleled nobility.

Dao Baifeng's gaze suddenly turned serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "Yu'er, could this young lady be the Princess of Yan from the Great Song Dynasty?"

Yang Guo knew he could no longer hide it. Dao Baifeng had treated him with utmost sincerity and love, and was also his true birth mother. He was unwilling to deceive her, so he could only nod frankly: "It is indeed her. Mother, please do not make a fuss. She left the palace without permission and went to the martial world secretly. You must never reveal her identity."

Upon hearing this, Dao Baifeng was completely stunned, her expression one of utter shock and disbelief.

In the past, Duan Zhengchun was known for his licentious and dissolute lifestyle, a rare sight indeed. But today we realize that the younger generation surpasses the older.

No matter how absurd Duan Zhengchun was, he could only provoke women from the martial arts world.

This son of mine actually secretly abducted the eldest princess of the Song Dynasty from the palace and took her away to live with him in the world of martial arts!

Dali is a small, isolated country with a weak population. If this matter is exposed, it will be a major taboo in diplomatic relations and a catastrophic disaster!

Dao Baifeng's heart sank suddenly. He lost all interest in idle chatter and was filled with anxiety and worry. He let out a deep sigh, turned around, and quickly left, heading straight for Mirror Lake Cottage.

At that time, inside the Mirror Lake Pavilion, the candlelight flickered gently, and a tender and lingering atmosphere still lingered in the room.

All the previous arguments and grudges had been resolved. Duan Zhengchun, with one of his arms around each of Ruan Xingzhu and Qin Hongmian, was gently comforting them, creating a tender and romantic scene.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" was heard, and the door was pushed open.

Dao Baifeng, dressed in plain white, strode in with hurried steps, a solemn expression, and a look of anxiety on her face.

Caught off guard, Ruan Xingzhu and Qin Hongmian hurriedly got up, quickly straightened their disheveled clothes, their cheeks flushed and their hair burning. They stood there awkwardly with their heads down, not daring to breathe.

Duan Zhengchun instantly lost all his languid and carefree demeanor, his expression turning serious as he hurriedly sat up straight. He knew that Dao Baifeng was usually aloof and composed, rarely losing his composure like this, and knew that something terrible must have happened.

"Your Highness, what is the matter that you are in such a hurry and panic?"

Dao Baifeng raised her eyes to look directly at him, her words heavy with suppressed panic: "Your Highness, something terrible has happened!"