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

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but rub his eyes repeatedly; he even doubted whether he was seeing things.

But the scene on the screen was crystal clear: the young man was standing in front of a window, inside which dozens of dishes were neatly arranged.

Steaming hot, glistening meat dishes, along with various seasonal vegetables and crystal-clear, plump grains of rice.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but mutter, "Could this young man be some kind of prince or nobleman from later generations? How could an ordinary family possibly afford such a meal?"

Meng Yi was also stunned: "Your Majesty, look at that meat! The fat and lean meat are perfectly balanced, and the color is a bright red. I've never seen such a delicacy in the best restaurants in Xianyang!"

Ying Zheng couldn't believe it; the young man had just said that there would be no emperors in future generations.

Without an emperor, wouldn't they just be ordinary people?

How could ordinary people possibly live such a life?

"Li Si".

"Your subject is here."

Ying Zheng's voice was very deep: "Tell me, if there is no emperor, who will govern this land? Who will collect taxes? Who will maintain order?"

Li Si broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "This... Your subject doesn't know either."

Ying Zheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I don't believe it. Without an emperor, the world will surely descend into chaos! If the world is in chaos, how can the people possibly enjoy such fine food?"

But the scene on the sky left him no choice but to believe it.

The Great Han Dynasty, Weiyang Palace.

Liu Che stared, his eyes wide with amazement.

"this……"

He pointed to the sky and said, "Qu Bing, pinch me."

Huo Qubing was quite taken aback. He reached out and pinched Liu Che's waist, making Liu Che cry out in pain.

"Am I really dreaming?"

Liu Che looked on incredulously, "Do ordinary people in later generations eat this every day?"

Wei Qing cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, that young man said it was a canteen, presumably a place for public meals, perhaps only accessible to officials and their families?"

Liu Che thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "That makes sense. If it were an official's family, it would be understandable."

But he himself wasn't sure, because the dishes in that window were no less delicious than the imperial cuisine served to him, the emperor.

Three Kingdoms, new fields.

Looking at the sky, Liu Bei couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

"Gentlemen."

He sighed, "Looking at the scenes of later generations, do you think of anything?"

Guan Yu stroked his beard: "Brother, what I'm thinking is that future generations will surely enjoy a peaceful and prosperous era. Without peace, how could there be such abundance?"

Zhang Fei, scratching his head, suddenly said, "Brother, I see meat in that dish, it looks like beef?"

Liu Bei was taken aback, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed true.

Zhang Fei stared wide-eyed and asked, "Then why did people in later generations even kill oxen for plowing? If they killed the oxen, what would they use to farm?"

Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan and smiled slightly: "Yide, there's no need to worry. I believe that since future generations can kill cattle and eat meat, they must have developed better farming methods. Just as we can now create wooden oxen and flowing horses, future generations will surely have even more advanced tools."

Liu Bei nodded: "The strategist is right."

But looking at the beef on that plate, he was still very envious.

Xudu.

Cao Cao squinted, utterly shocked by what he saw.

Behind him, Guo Jia, Xun Yu, Jia Xu, and others looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This is what will happen in later generations."

Cao Cao slowly spoke, "Compared to now, it's a thousand times better! Fengxiao, what kind of family fortune do you think one must have to afford such food?"

Guo Jia smiled wryly and said, "My lord, I dare not speak presumptuously."

Cao Cao was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "What a pity. If there were no war now, perhaps the people could live such a life."

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

Little Sizi nestled in Li Shimin's arms, its eyes fixed intently on the sky.

"Father."

She pointed to the sky in her childish voice and said, "That red, fleshy thing, Sizi wants to eat it."

Li Shimin looked down and, to his surprise, his daughter's drool had dripped onto his dragon robe.

"Sizi!"

He could not laugh or cry.

Little Sizi didn't hear a thing and was still staring at the sky, drooling.

Li Shimin looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with surprise.

He couldn't even imagine how abundant the resources of later generations would be.

In that window, refined rice and white flour were the staple foods, while chicken, duck, fish, and meat were only considered side dishes.

There were also various seasonal vegetables displayed in abundance.

Even the Emperor of Tang Dynasty didn't eat anything more than this on a normal day!

But the young man said that was the cafeteria.

What is a canteen? It's a place where ordinary people eat.

The Great Song Dynasty, Chuigong Hall.

Zhao Kuangyin was also completely absorbed in watching.

Not long after he donned the yellow robe, the Song Dynasty was newly established, the people were exhausted, and everything needed to be rebuilt.

Seeing the table laden with food in the sky, Zhao Kuangyin couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

"Zhao Pu".

"Your subject is here."

Zhao Kuangyin pointed to the sky: "Tell me, when will our Great Song Dynasty be able to match the glory of later generations?"

Zhao Pu said cautiously, "Your Majesty, that is several hundred years from now. As long as we work hard and recuperate, we will surely catch up."

Zhao Kuangyin sighed, "Let's take it slow. We can't rush it."

At the entrance of the Fengtian Hall in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang and his family sat in chairs, staring at the sky.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly spoke up: "Biao'er."

Zhu Biao quickly replied, "Father."

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to the sky: "Take a good look at the magnificent scene that will be passed down to you in the future. Our Ming Dynasty will eventually be passed on to you. You must make us proud and ensure that the people of our Ming Dynasty can also live such a life!"

Zhu Biao nodded solemnly and said, "Father, rest assured, I will do my utmost."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at the sky again, his expression complex.

He suddenly understood what the young man meant by "no emperor".

If ordinary people could live like this, it doesn't seem to matter so much whether there is an emperor or not.

The moment this thought popped into his head, even Zhu Yuanzhang himself was startled!

The modern world.

After Jiang Chuan left, the room became quiet.

Zhu Jingjing sat quietly on the edge of the bed, curiously looking around at everything.

She wore an exquisite palace dress, white with gold patterns, and a jade belt around her waist, which accentuated her graceful figure.

Her long, black hair cascaded down, making her skin appear even whiter.

However, she was indeed a little hungry at the moment.

During the Ming Dynasty, her father doted on her immensely, and she always ate the best food.

The imperial kitchen chefs tried their best to cook delicious meals for her, but she was sometimes picky about what she ate.

But now...

Zhu Jingjing looked around the room.

To be honest, it's not even a fifth the size of her palace.

The furnishings were simple: a bed, a cabinet, a table, and a few chairs.

The walls were bare, without any calligraphy or paintings.

That young man was probably just an ordinary person.

Moreover, he said that there is no emperor now.

Without an emperor, life must be very difficult for ordinary people, right?

Zhu Jingjing recalled the hardships of the common people that she had heard palace maids talk about before. Commoners ate chaff and wild vegetables, had no clothes to cover their bodies, and in some places, they even exchanged their own children to eat.

She suddenly felt a little guilty.

No matter what, I ended up here by accident.

Not only did I bother them, but I also made them get my food.

Even if Jiang Chuan brought back coarse food that was hard to swallow, she had to finish it properly and not let his kindness go to waste.

Zhu Jingjing made up her mind.

Just then, the door opened!