Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

Jiang Chuan pulled Zhu Jingjing away from the hot pot restaurant and rushed home.

"Didn't you say it was going to rain? How come there isn't even a single raindrop?" Zhu Jingjing pressed her face against the window, enjoying the cool touch.

Jiang Chuan sat cross-legged on the sofa, fiddling with his phone. "It'll be here soon. Count from one to one hundred, and there will definitely be a good rain."

"You're bragging! If it were really that miraculous, when I get back, I'll definitely have my father build a temple and erect a monument for you!"

Jiang Chuan put down his phone and walked behind Zhu Jingjing. "Then let's forget about it. I don't want to be the first person in history to have a temple built for me. If I'm right, you just have to promise me one thing."

After a moment's hesitation, Zhu Jingjing nodded. "Then it's settled! One, two..."

As Zhu Jingjing counted, when she said "fifty," a torrential downpour began, like a giant curtain being lowered from the sky.

"This..." Zhu Jingjing was stunned, Jiang Chuan's words had actually come true.

If the sky is covered with dark clouds, it's understandable, but before it rains, the sky is clear and there's absolutely no sign of rain!

"Looks like I've won. Don't forget, you owe me something." Jiang Chuan said calmly, as everything was within his expectations.

Zhu Jingjing snorted and nodded, saying, "You can rest assured, this princess always keeps her word! But this weather forecast is really amazing; it even calculates the time so accurately."

Jiang Chuan chuckled and said, "You're mistaken. This time, the credit doesn't go to the weather forecast, but to artificial precipitation."

"Artificial rain?" Zhu Jingjing looked shocked. Although it was the first time she had heard of the term, she understood the general idea. "You mean this rain was obtained through a ritual to appease the heavens?"

Jiang Chuan rolled his eyes at her. This little princess was truly deeply influenced; she could twist everything into feudal superstition. "Was your father's sacrifice to heaven really that effective?"

Zhu Jingjing bit her lip and gently shook her head, "No, but..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Chuan retorted, "But what? Could it be that Old Zhu wasn't sincere, so Heaven didn't show its favor?"

"No, Father Emperor..." Zhu Jingjing wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason. She was so anxious that she stomped her feet. Fortunately, she lived on the first floor, so she didn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors.

"So-called artificial precipitation is not obtained by praying to the heavens, but by scientific rainfall. The principle is to use airplanes and rockets to seed the clouds with catalysts such as dry ice to induce precipitation or increase the amount of precipitation."

Jiang Chuan only scratched the surface. He was happy to tease the little princess occasionally, but things wouldn't be so pleasant if he really angered her. "You can think of it as fertilizing the clouds to make the rain fall faster and harder."

Three Kingdoms, new fields.

Looking at the torrential rain in the sky, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei all remained silent.

The words they had just used to comfort Kongming and belittle Jiang Chuan now felt like slaps to their own faces.

Zhuge Liang stood quietly in place, looking up at the sky, forgetting even to wave the feather fan in his hand.

I thought that being able to accurately predict the weather was already a divine skill, but I never expected that even precipitation could be manipulated.

"If we could obtain this divine skill, there would be no more droughts under heaven!" Liu Bei couldn't help but exclaim. With the common people at heart, he knew very well how many lives this technology could save during a severe drought.

Zhuge Liang echoed this sentiment, saying, "If I possessed such abilities, Cao Cao's army would truly be as insignificant as weeds, and what difficulty would there be in restoring the Han dynasty?"

Compared to his elder brother and strategist, Zhang Fei was much more composed. "Strategist, why bother? Why don't you just learn this method of making rain?"

Zhuge Liang gave a wry smile. As the saying goes, ignorance is bliss, and Yide was rather adorably foolish.

"Third brother, let me ask you this: are you qualified to be the strategist?" Knowing that Kongming couldn't speak frankly, Liu Bei asked, "This art of flood control is extremely mysterious. If it could be learned so easily, wouldn't you be able to be the strategist yourself?"

"If you're comfortable with this, brother, then I might as well have a seat!"

After Zhang Fei finished speaking, the other three clapped and laughed, which dispelled the gloom that had just been there.

The Great Han Dynasty, Weiyang Palace.

Liu Che stared at the rain, lost in thought, and said, "Wei Qing, if our Han Dynasty had this ability, how long would it take to subdue the Xiongnu?"

Wei Qing pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands and replied, "If that is truly the case, I am confident that we will pacify the Xiongnu within a year!"

"Uncle is too conservative!" Upon hearing this, Huo Qubing stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, in my opinion, three months is enough!"

Liu Che nodded, satisfied, and said, "I am very pleased that Qu Bing has such ambition! Although our Han Dynasty lacks such capable men, with these two dear ministers here, I believe the Xiongnu will be subdued sooner or later!"

Upon hearing this, the two men replied in unison, "With Your Majesty's words, we would gladly die ten thousand deaths to fulfill our duty!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright on the dragon throne, his gaze fixed on Jiang Chuan's ordinary face.

"How could Jing'er be so foolish! What if that boy forces her to marry him!" Old Zhu was heartbroken and blamed his daughter for agreeing to Jiang Chuan's proposal so easily.

Empress Ma quickly reassured him, "Chongba, you're overthinking it. In my opinion, that young man isn't a wicked person. Even if he has feelings for Jing'er, he would never use such methods to force her!"

"I hope so!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was conflicted; he both loved and hated Jiangchuan.

If he could truly gain Jiang Chuan's assistance, his Ming Dynasty would undoubtedly leave a significant mark on history. Even if it couldn't last for thousands of generations, it would certainly become the undisputed first dynasty!

"If that boy really comes back with Jing'er, then give him an official position," Zhu Yuanzhang said softly.

Empress Ma chuckled and said, "Zhongba, in my opinion, it wouldn't be a bad idea to actually make him a prince consort!"

Meanwhile, in Jiang Chuan's room.

"Tell me quickly, what do you want me to do!" Zhu Jingjing pestered Jiang Chuan, asking what he wanted her to do.

She would feel uneasy if she didn't get to the bottom of it.

Jiang Chuan glanced at the clock on the wall and replied, "What's the rush? You'll find out when the time comes!"

"Then when am I supposed to wait!" Zhu Jingjing pouted, pouting. "Stop keeping me in suspense and just tell me already!"

However, Jiang Chuan wasn't having any of it. "Let's talk about it tonight!"

"No, tell me now!" Zhu Jingjing said.

Jiang Chuan was too lazy to argue with her anymore, so he simply started fiddling with his phone and ignored her.

Zhu Jingjing was born into the royal family and was pampered from childhood. How could she have ever been ignored by anyone?

The more Jiang Chuan acted this way, the more determined she became to pry open his mouth!

"Just tell me!" In her anger, she disregarded etiquette, grabbing Jiang Chuan's forearm and shaking it repeatedly. "If you don't tell me, I'll keep bothering you!"

Seeing her puffed-up face, Jiang Chuan found it amusing. This little princess was quite unexpected; instead of being unreasonable, she was even acting coquettishly.

Jiang Chuan slowly stood up and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, then I'll mercifully tell you."