Brother, just how powerful is our family?

The discussion about the escort team came to an end, and the topic returned to the itinerary.

A fan from Anhui province commented in the live chat: "Welcome Yao Yao to visit Anhui!"

Someone immediately retorted, "Nan Ge is the capital of Jiangsu Province, okay? How did he become Huijing?"

"Isn't Suzhou the capital of Jiangsu Province? You can't fool me, I'm well-educated!"

"Was the geography teacher upstairs the PE teacher? And he's so well-read?"

"Nan Ge is a municipality directly under the central government!"

"Directly administered municipality my foot! Brother Nan is clearly from Anhui!"

The age-old mystery of Nan Ge's allegiance was once again played out in the comments section.

Qin Yao chuckled, "Alright, alright, no matter which province Brother Nan is from, it's an important historical and cultural city in our Dragon Kingdom. The Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum is there; we're going to pay our respects to Emperor Hongwu, not to discuss administrative divisions."

A fan asked, "Yaoyao, how do you plan to pay your respects at the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum? What kind of ceremony will you be performing?"

Qin Yao thought for a moment and said, "We brought some offerings—wine, fruit, and pastries. Once we arrive, we will proceed with the traditional worship rites. After all, sincerity is the most important thing when worshipping ancestors."

"I support this! Not many young people these days understand traditional etiquette."

"The Hongwu Emperor deserves our worship. Without him expelling the Manchus and restoring China, who knows what history would have been like."

"Although the Ming Dynasty was corrupt in its later years, the founding emperors were indeed brilliant and ambitious."

We chatted about history, and time flew by. As the plane reached a stable flight phase, the flight attendants brought breakfast.

Qin Yao continued her live stream while eating breakfast. Her fans watched her eat from exquisite porcelain, and a wave of envy washed over them.

"Are breakfasts on private jets always this elaborate?"

"That plate looks like an antique."

"Yao Yao eats so elegantly."

Seeing these comments, Qin Yao laughed and said, "These were all prepared by my brother. He has high standards for quality of life."

She wasn't lying. The tableware was indeed a replica of Ming Dynasty imperial porcelain, made with top-quality materials and craftsmanship. The food was also carefully prepared, taking into account both nutrition and deliciousness.

After breakfast, Qin Yao gave everyone a tour of the airplane's interior.

Although not all areas can be shown, the cabins, entertainment rooms, and bars are still open to visitors.

"How many people can this plane hold?" a fan asked.

"The normal layout can seat more than 30 people," Qin Yao replied, "but we only brought our families and guards this time, so it's very spacious."

After touring the plane, Qin Yao returned to her seat and began chatting with her fans about the clothing culture of the Ming Dynasty.

"Look at the costumes we're wearing, they're all restored based on Ming Dynasty artifacts and portraits." She tugged at her embroidered robe. "In the Ming Dynasty, the phoenix coronet and embroidered robe were the formal attire of noblewomen, and only wives of noble titles could wear them. Wearing this is actually a bit presumptuous of me, but this is a new era, so it shouldn't be a problem to wear it for fun."

"The patterns on the wedding gown also have significance. The phoenixes singing together symbolize marital harmony, peonies symbolize wealth and nobility, and auspicious clouds symbolize good fortune. Every stitch and every thread has a meaning."

She then pointed to Qin Feng's flying fish robe: "The flying fish robe was a type of imperial robe bestowed by the Ming Dynasty, second only to the python robe. Only high-ranking officials of the Embroidered Uniform Guard could wear it. The flying fish pattern on it has a dragon's head, a fish's body, and wings; it is a mythical animal that symbolizes the emperor's boundless grace."

Qin Yang leaned closer: "What about my outfit?"

"That's just a regular flying fish robe, with a simpler pattern," Qin Yao said with a smile. "But on you, it gives off a bit of a young man's triumph."

Someone in the live chat asked, "Yaoyao knows so much! Did she specialize in it?"

"I've been cramming on history lately," Qin Yao said honestly. "My brother is going to film 'The Long Song of China,' and I've been studying it since the mythological era, and now I'm up to the Ming Dynasty. The more I learn, the more I realize how rich and fascinating our traditional culture is."

"Support Yao Yao! Support 'The Song of China'!"

Looking forward to the drama airing!

"I hope to restore the true history, and not drastically alter it."

Qin Yao assured, "Don't worry, my brother has hired the most professional historical consultant team. They will do their best to restore the true historical appearance."

As we chatted, the plane began its descent. Through the window, we could already see the outline of South Carolina.

"My darlings, we're almost there," Qin Yao said to the camera. "I'll go live once we get to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum. We need to prepare for landing now, so I'm ending the broadcast for now."

Goodbye, Yao Yao!

See you at Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum!

"I want to go and bump into them!"

Turning off the live stream, Qin Yao looked out the window. The plane was descending, and the city below was becoming increasingly clear.

This ancient capital of six dynasties bears too much history. And today, they will pay homage in the most solemn way to the emperor who established his capital in this city and founded the Ming Dynasty, which lasted for three hundred years.

Qin Feng also looked out the window, his gaze deep.

Zhu Yuanzhang, the Hongwu Emperor. A legendary figure who rose from beggar to emperor.

He was controversial and made many mistakes, but it is undeniable that he drove out the Mongol Yuan dynasty, restored the Han Chinese dynasty, and laid the foundation for the Ming dynasty's three hundred years of rule.

Such people deserve to be worshipped and remembered by future generations.

The plane landed smoothly. The cabin door opened and the gangway was lowered.

Qin Feng was the first to step out of the cabin, the sunlight shining on his crimson flying fish robe, making it glitter like gold.

Airport passengers and staff were stunned.

Is this... filming a movie?

But when they saw the enormous private jet, the imposing "Imperial Guards," and the family dressed in magnificent ancient costumes calmly walking down the gangway, they realized—this wasn't a movie shoot.

The four vehicles had been unloaded and were neatly parked beside the gangway. The security team quickly took their positions, inspected the vehicles, and confirmed the route.

Qin Feng and his family got into two Maybachs. The security detail rode in two Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars, one in front and one behind.

The convoy slowly drove out of the airport and headed towards the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum.

Looking at the street scene outside the window, Qin Yao said softly, "Brother, aren't we being a bit too conspicuous?"

Qin Feng smiled and said, "So what if it's flamboyant? We wear our own ethnic clothing and worship our own ancestors openly and honestly. If anyone thinks it's flamboyant, that's their problem, not ours."

Qin Yang was quite excited: "I think it's great! Let everyone see how beautiful our Chinese clothing is, and how proud our history is!"

Qin's mother held her husband's hand, smiling silently. She looked out the window at the city, at the capital that Zhu Yuanzhang had once ruled, and a strange sense of connection welled up in her heart.

Six hundred years have passed.

Dynasties changed, and time passed.

But some things have never changed.

For example, respect for ancestors, the inheritance of culture, and love for this land.

The convoy drove through the streets of Nanjing, passing modern skyscrapers, and headed towards the mausoleum where the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty is buried.