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

Zhu Biao remained silent for a while before saying, "Father, I don't know either, but the scene in the sky doesn't seem like the Ming Dynasty. Perhaps it really is the future."

"future……"

Zhu Yuanzhang was somewhat dazed.

He had spent half his life on the battlefield and had seen all sorts of storms, but he had never seen anything like this before.

His own daughter went to a place hundreds of years in the future, and was told that his Ming Dynasty would perish in less than three hundred years.

Who could stand this?

Empress Ma wiped away her tears: "Chongba, Jing'er...can she come back?"

Zhu Yuanzhang remained silent.

He didn't know either.

He just stared at the sky, watching his daughter still arguing with the young man, feeling as if a stone was pressing on his heart.

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng stared at the sky, his brows furrowed.

"Li Si".

He suddenly spoke up, "What did that young man mean by the Ming Dynasty?"

Li Si's heart skipped a beat. Answering this kind of question wrong could easily cost him his head.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Well... I can't say for sure. I've never heard of, much less imagined, a country called Great Ming behind my Great Qin."

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes. "This young man claims to be from the year 2026 AD. Isn't he a citizen of Qin? Shouldn't my Qin Dynasty last for thousands of generations?"

Li Si pondered for a moment before cautiously saying, "Your Majesty, I dare to offer a guess."

Ying Zheng glanced at him and said, "Speak."

Li Si then cupped his hands and said with utmost caution, "If what that young man said is true, I suspect that so-called Ming Dynasty might be a dynasty more than a thousand years after the Qin Dynasty."

Ying Zheng's face instantly turned cold.

"What did you say? More than a thousand years later?"

Ying Zheng turned to look at Li Si, his voice deepening, "Are you saying that my Qin Dynasty has only existed for a little over a thousand years, yet a new dynasty has already risen and fallen? What kind of Ming Dynasty is this?"

Li Si dared not respond.

Ying Zheng looked up at the sky again, his eyes filled with disbelief: "How is this possible? My Great Qin is a legacy for thousands of generations! Great Qin shines as brightly as the sun and moon, and lives as long as heaven and earth. How could it be replaced by another dynasty in just over a thousand years?"

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng's face was extremely gloomy, and his whole body was filled with terrifying rage.

Li Si had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Your Majesty, even the Zhou emperor, who unified the various states, lasted less than a thousand years. If the Qin dynasty can last for more than a thousand years, it will be truly unique in history!"

Ying Zheng turned his head and glanced at him, his cold gaze silencing Li Si and the other ministers.

"Li Si".

Ying Zheng asked in a cold voice, "According to you, my vow to ensure the Qin Dynasty would last for ten thousand years, through the second and third emperors, was just a pipe dream?"

Li Si knelt down with a thud: "Your Majesty, I dare not! I was merely speaking carelessly, please forgive me!"

Ying Zheng ignored him and turned back to continue staring at the sky.

One or two thousand years?

He swept across the land, unified the eight directions, and then proclaimed himself the First Emperor, all so that the Qin Dynasty could be passed down for generations, even for thousands of generations.

Li Si actually told him that it would be good if it could last for more than a thousand years?

What's so good about it?

If the Qin Dynasty had perished after only one or two thousand years, what would have been the point of him being the First Emperor?

The officials behind Ying Zheng didn't dare to breathe.

They all felt that immense sense of oppression.

The First Emperor was enraged.

Ying Zheng glanced at Li Si, but ultimately said nothing more.

He just stared at the image on the sky, his eyes unblinking.

He wanted to see what the future world would be like.

The Great Han Dynasty, Weiyang Palace.

Liu Che, however, was watching with great interest.

"Interesting, very interesting."

He stroked his beard, his eyes shining. "Wei Qing, don't you think this is what the future world will look like?"

Wei Qing cupped his hands in response: "Your Majesty, I see that the young man also appears to be a Han Chinese, undoubtedly a descendant of our great Han dynasty."

"good!"

Liu Che clapped his hands and laughed, "Excellent! As long as those Xiongnu barbarians don't occupy the Central Plains, I'll feel very pleased!"

Huo Qubing, standing beside him, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Your Majesty, if you put it that way, perhaps our Great Han Dynasty really could continue into later generations!"

Liu Che did the calculations, and his eyes lit up even more.

So, from now on, this world will still belong to the Han people!

He patted Huo Qubing on the shoulder and laughed, "Qubing, just focus on fighting the Xiongnu. Once we drive them away, what do we have to worry about in terms of the Han Dynasty lasting for thousands of years!"

Huo Qubing grinned, "Your Majesty, rest assured, with me here, the Xiongnu and their ilk will never be able to cause any trouble!"

And the modern world at this moment.

Jiang Chuan was frantically trying to comfort Zhu Jingjing.

The little girl cried.

Everything was fine just now, but because he said the Ming Dynasty had fallen, this girl just wouldn't believe it and insisted that the Ming Dynasty hadn't fallen.

Jiang Chuan casually replied, "It's really dead," and the girl's eyes reddened, and tears fell.

"Hey, don't cry!"

Jiang Chuan panicked.

He couldn't stand seeing women cry, especially such a pretty young girl.

Zhu Jingjing sobbed, tears streaming down her face: "You, you're talking nonsense... The Ming Dynasty didn't fall... Father Emperor is so powerful, how could this be..."

Jiang Chuan hurriedly handed her tissues, "Okay, okay, you're right, alright? The Ming Dynasty isn't gone, it isn't gone!"

Zhu Jingjing took the tissue, wiped her tears, and looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really, really."

Jiang Chuan nodded vigorously.

Zhu Jingjing stared at him for two seconds, then pouted and looked like she was about to cry again: "You're lying! You were just trying to fool me!"

Jiang Chuan looked helpless. "I didn't..."

"You have!"

Jiang Chuan was completely at a loss.

He scratched his head, trying a different approach, "How about this, I'll go buy you something nice to eat? What do you like? Can I order you a milk tea?"

Zhu Jingjing looked at him blankly, clearly not understanding what Jiang Chuan was saying.

Jiang Chuan then said, "How about this, if you like Hanfu, I'll buy you a couple more sets? Ruqun or Quju, take your pick!"

Zhu Jingjing was taken aback: "Hanfu?"

Jiang Chuan nodded quickly, "Yes, it's the kind of clothing you ancient people wore. Nowadays, many young girls like to wear this for photos."

Zhu Jingjing frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "That's the clothing of my Great Ming Dynasty, what do you mean by Hanfu?"

Jiang Chuan slapped his forehead and laughed, "Yes, yes, yes, it's your Ming Dynasty clothing. I admit you're Princess Lin'an, okay?"

Zhu Jingjing stared at him for a long time, then suddenly said, "You still don't believe me."

Jiang Chuan was speechless.

Well, I can't coax him.

He leaned against the headboard, looking at the girl who was crying her eyes out, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

This girl doesn't seem to be faking it.

The way she spoke, her reactions, and her bewilderment at the modern world didn't seem like acting.

Moreover, Jiang Chuan had just examined her clothes closely.

This dress is exquisitely crafted, and the material doesn't resemble the cheap Hanfu available on the market today; it seems to be made using genuine ancient methods.

Could it be that……

Jiang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine at the thought. He took a deep breath, sat up straight, and said, "Okay, I have something to tell you seriously."

Zhu Jingjing looked up at him with tearful eyes.

Jiang Chuan tried to make his tone serious. "What I'm about to tell you might be beyond your comprehension. Don't rush to refute me after you hear it; think about it carefully."

Zhu Jingjing nodded.

Jiang Chuan said, "According to your description, you were just in the Imperial Garden when a golden light shone, and you woke up here with me, right?"

Zhu Jingjing nodded again.

Jiang Chuan slapped his thigh and said, "In our area, we call your situation 'time travel'."

"Time travel?"

Zhu Jingjing looked completely bewildered.

"It's like traveling from one time and space to another."

Jiang Chuan pointed out the window, "Look at those buildings, those cars, those things outside. Do you have anything like that in your Great Ming?"

Zhu Jingjing shook her head.

"That's right."

Jiang Chuan said, "You have traveled to the present day, which is more than 650 years in between."

Zhu Jingjing opened her mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start.

Jiang Chuan continued, "And I have something else to tell you: not just the Ming Dynasty, but in this world today, our Dragon Kingdom has long since lost its emperor."

These words struck like a thunderbolt.

On the other side of the sky, in different times and spaces, countless people were struck as if by lightning!