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

"His Majesty!"

The guards rushed in.

Li Shimin waved his hand to stop them, then carried the little rhinoceros out of the palace.

Looking up, his pupils contracted slightly.

Above the sky, a huge light curtain has already taken shape.

"This is……"

Li Shimin squinted.

The officials behind him were in a panic, while Changsun Wuji's expression was grave. "Your Majesty, we have never seen anything like this before!"

Li Shimin was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"I have never seen it before either."

He patted the still sobbing little Sizi in his arms. "However, this may not necessarily be a bad thing. Is this a mirage, as they say? Or is there really an outer world?"

The Great Song Dynasty, Chuigong Hall.

Zhao Kuangyin's mood was very complicated today.

The matter of "releasing military power over a cup of wine" was considered settled, and the brothers all wisely relinquished their military power.

Logically, he should be able to breathe a sigh of relief now, but for some reason, he feels an emptiness in his heart.

At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin was leaning back on the dragon throne, lost in thought, when suddenly...

Boom!

The entire hall was trembling.

Zhao Kuangyin jumped up from his dragon throne: "What's going on!"

Chaos had broken out outside the palace. Zhao Kuangyin strode out of the palace gate, looked up, and froze.

Above the sky, a massive curtain of light blotted out the sun.

"What is this?"

Zhao Kuangyin stared wide-eyed.

He spent his life on the battlefield, rising from a lowly soldier to the emperor of the Song Dynasty, witnessing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the clash of swords.

But he had never seen this thing before.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

The guards surrounded them.

Zhao Kuangyin shoved them aside: "Be careful of what? I want to see what might fall from the sky!"

At this very moment, these once mighty emperors, who had ruled over countless lives, were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

above the sky.

In the center of that enormous light screen, in the deep darkness, an image gradually emerged.

In front of the Fengtian Hall during the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang stared at the giant screen in the sky, where a face appeared.

With her delicate eyebrows and eyes, and an incredibly familiar face, who else could it be but his beloved Jing'er?

"Jing, little girl!"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but shout.

But the daughter on the sky couldn't hear anything.

She was sitting in an unfamiliar room, staring warily at the person in front of her.

Empress Ma walked out accompanied by Zhu Biao, and when she looked up, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Jing'er...that's Jing'er!"

Empress Ma grasped Zhu Biao's hand, "How did she end up in that place? Who is that young man next to her, and what is he going to do to Jing'er?"

Zhu Yuanzhang grew anxious and turned to Mao Xiang, roaring, "Mao Xiang! Go and investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened and how Jing'er ended up there!"

Upon hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Mao Xiang looked bitter: "Ascend to the throne..."

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at him and roared, "Enough nonsense! What are you Jinyiwei for, anyway?!"

Mao Xiang was so frightened that he knelt down with a thud. "Your Majesty, it's not that I'm trying to shirk responsibility, but I'm afraid we can't investigate this. Look at the scene inside, and the young man's clothes. They're completely different from those of our Great Ming Dynasty. Even if we wanted to find the princess, we would have nowhere to look for her!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned.

Yes, everything inside is completely out of step with the Ming Dynasty.

The walls were snow-white, the furnishings were strange, and what kind of fabric was the short-sleeved shirt that the young man was wearing?

How come I've never seen this before?

"What should we do then?"

Zhu Yuanzhang grew anxious. He had spent half his life on the battlefield, conquering the empire, and had never felt this worried. "Are we just going to stand by and watch? What if Jing'er is in danger?"

Mao Xiang knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

Empress Ma was so anxious that she burst into tears. "Chongba, you must think of something!"

Zhu Biao stepped forward and pressed down on Zhu Yuanzhang's arm: "Father, don't worry, my sister is still safe. That young man didn't mean to harm her. Let's observe first."

Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice but to take a deep breath and calm himself down.

Yes, let's take a look first!

Let's see what's going on!

modern.

Jiang Chuan looked at the girl huddled in the corner of the bed and felt a headache coming on.

The girl stared at him warily, extremely cautious, and what she said was incredibly absurd.

What Ming Dynasty? What daughter of Zhu Yuanzhang?

Jiang Chuan thought that this girl probably had some mental issues.

Are you obsessed with cosplay? Or did something happen that made you unable to detach yourself from the character?

"Alright."

Jiang Chuan stood up. "If you do this, I'll take you to see a doctor later."

Zhu Jingjing looked bewildered. "What diagnosis?"

"Oh, it's just..."

Jiang Chuan thought for a moment and put it another way, "Find a doctor to check your head, see if there are any external injuries, whether you were bumped or stimulated."

Zhu Jingjing was stunned for a moment, then jumped up, her pretty face turning bright red.

"I'm not lying to you!"

She glared angrily at Jiang Chuan, "I don't want to see a doctor, I'm perfectly fine!"

Jiang Chuan couldn't help but laugh when he saw her angry and anxious expression.

This girl looks quite cute when she's angry.

Zhu Jingjing was both angry and flustered.

Not only did she inexplicably end up in this place, but this young man also refused to believe her identity no matter what. It was infuriating!

But seeing that Jiang Chuan truly meant her no harm, she mustered her courage and pleaded, "Could you send me back to my father's side? If you do, he'll give you any amount of gold and silver you ask for. Just ask!"

Jiang Chuan was now at a loss.

"Little sister."

Jiang Chuan spread his hands and said, "Are you kidding me? The Ming Dynasty has been gone for over 380 years, and it's 2026 now."

Zhu Jingjing was completely stunned and subconsciously asked, "How many years did you say?"

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan had no choice but to gesture and explain, "It's the year 2026 AD. We use the Gregorian calendar now, not the imperial calendar."

After explaining, Jiang Chuan saw that Zhu Jingjing still didn't quite understand, so he had to give an example directly.

"When the First Emperor conquered the six states and established the title of Emperor, it was in 221 BC. Now it is 2026 AD!"

Jiang Chuan said helplessly, "As for the Ming Dynasty? The first year of Hongwu is equivalent to 1368 AD. Tell me, how am I supposed to send you back?"

Jiang Chuan had just finished speaking.

On the other side of the sky.

In front of the Fengtian Hall during the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face turned as if struck by lightning, and he was completely stunned.

Not only him, but also Empress Ma, Zhu Biao, Mao Xiang, and all the civil and military officials were stunned.

What did that young man say?

The Ming Dynasty has been gone for over 380 years?

Zhu Yuanzhang felt a loud bang, as if something had exploded.

He was the founding emperor, but he only conquered this country a few years ago!

He had dreamed of the Ming Dynasty lasting for thousands of generations and of the Zhu family descendants continuing uninterrupted, but he never imagined that the Ming Dynasty would actually perish.

Empress Ma swayed and almost fainted. Zhu Biao quickly supported her, his own face also pale.

Mao Xiang knelt on the ground, not daring to lift his head even once.

The area in front of the Fengtian Hall was deathly silent.

Zhu Yuanzhang's mind was in turmoil, filled with the young man's words.

This means that his Jing'er had actually gone to the future, hundreds of years later.

In the end, the empire he had painstakingly built only lasted for 276 years.

276 years!

"Biao'er".

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was very deep, "Tell me, is what that boy said true?"