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

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Modern setting, inside a terrifying house.

A few dim green lights flickered on and off, and the surroundings were filled with a strange smell of mold and rust.

Zhu Jingjing held Jiang Chuan's hand tightly, and the soft, yielding sensation under her feet made her heart leap into her throat with every step.

"Brother, it's so dark here." Zhu Jingjing's timid voice was particularly clear in the darkness. "What if some ghost or monster suddenly jumps out of the dark...?"

Before she could finish speaking, a pair of hands suddenly drooped down from the ceiling and waved in front of her.

"what!"

Zhu Jingjing's taut nerves finally broke through the critical point at this moment!

The screams echoed in the darkness, startling Jiang Chuan, who was standing beside him.

"Jingjing, don't be afraid!" Jiang Chuan quickly tightened his grip on her fingers, comforting her, "Look closely, that hand is just a prop, not a real hand!"

However, the little princess, caught in the chaos, couldn't hear his comforting words; her piercing screams continued to assault his eardrums.

Jiang Chuan panicked a little. He hadn't expected the little princess to be so scared, and he couldn't help but regret bringing her to the haunted house.

Just as he was hesitating about what to do, a pair of slender arms suddenly wrapped tightly around his waist.

Immediately afterwards, a small face buried itself deeply in his chest.

"Jingjing, why are you crying..." Feeling his clothes getting wet, he panicked even more. "Why don't we go out first?"

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng gazed at the sky for a long time with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, he saw those hands drop down abruptly, and he stumbled back several steps.

The courtiers in the hall also trembled. The "ghost hand" that suddenly appeared in the scene was truly terrifying!

Li Si hurried forward, cupped his hands, and advised, "Your Majesty, please take care of your health and refrain from looking at the heavens any longer!"

Ying Zheng hurriedly straightened his clothes and shook his head, saying, "It's alright. Although those hands startled me for a moment, they were also quite exciting."

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood in front of the palace, intently observing the scene in the sky.

When the ghostly hand suddenly appeared, his expression darkened abruptly, and although he did not stagger, his body swayed slightly.

"Zhongba, what happened?" Empress Ma had already closed her eyes, unable to look, but upon hearing Zhu Jingjing's scream, her heart tightened. "Is Jing'er alright?"

Zhu Yuanzhang coughed lightly, trying to remain calm: "Madam, please don't worry, Jing'er is fine. She was just playing tricks to scare people, but her method of frightening people is quite ingenious."

Modern, terrifying outside.

A young girl lay sprawled on a bench, her head resting on a strong thigh, panting heavily.

"Jingjing, are you alright?"

Jiang Chuan felt extremely guilty. If he had known he would scare the little princess like this, he would never have brought her to the haunted house!

"Brother, I'm fine." Feeling the gentle touch on her forehead, Zhu Jingjing's breathing calmed down a lot. "This haunted house was a bit too stimulating for me, but it's nothing serious. I was just a little frightened. I'll be fine after a rest."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the little princess was unharmed, otherwise he would have truly become a sinner for all time!

Jiang Chuan said, "Jingjing, let me take you home to rest."

Zhu Jingjing nodded slightly, trying to sit up straight, but her whole body was limp and powerless, and she couldn't move an inch.

Jiang Chuan immediately said, "Jingjing, don't force yourself. I'll carry you back."

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at the sky and saw Zhu Jingjing being held in Jiang Chuan's arms as they walked through the bustling streets. His brows were furrowed.

"What kind of behavior is this!" He slammed his hand on the dragon throne and roared, "It's one thing to embrace at home, but in the street with everyone watching, how will Jing'er ever face anyone again!"

Empress Ma carefully observed the sky and noticed that although many pedestrians on the road showed curiosity, they did not appear to be behaving strangely.

"Zhongba, perhaps the customs and etiquette of that later generation are different from those of our Great Ming Dynasty," she advised softly. "Although some people are watching Jing'er, they all have smiles on their faces, as if they are watching a loving brother and sister."

Zhu Yuanzhang observed intently, his expression softening slightly. "The etiquette of later generations has become so open! It's already inappropriate for women to show their faces in public, let alone be so intimate in public?"

Empress Ma chuckled and said, "Chongba, think about it carefully, what's wrong with that? As long as it doesn't corrupt morals, being a little more open-minded is quite good, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a long time, remaining silent.

Modern times, at Jiangchuan's home.

Zhu Jingjing lay on the bed, her gaze following Jiang Chuan's busy figure, a faint smile creeping onto her lips.

Although I was quite frightened at the haunted house today, seeing how busy he was taking care of me made the ordeal worthwhile.

"Jingjing, are you hungry?" Jiang Chuan knelt down beside the bed and asked softly. "If you can't eat, shall I make you some porridge?"

Zhu Jingjing gently shook her head: "Brother, I want to eat cotton candy, the ten packs we agreed on before..."

"Rest well, Jingjing, I'll go buy it right away!"

Jiang Chuan readily agreed.

As long as the little princess is safe and sound, he wouldn't hesitate for even a hundred packs, let alone ten.

He turned to leave, but was stopped.

"Brother, let's go shopping together tomorrow," Zhu Jingjing said softly, tugging at his sleeve. "Jingjing wants you to come with me today."

Jiang Chuan nodded with a wry smile. She usually loved to act cute, but he didn't expect that being frightened would make her even more clingy.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Jiang Chuan, open the door!" Lin Xiaoyu's shouts, accompanied by haphazard banging on the door, pierced through the air. "How's Jingjing? Should we take her to the hospital?"

He hurriedly went to open the door.

"What were you thinking? Why did you take Jingjing to the haunted house of all things!" Lin Xiaoyu glared at him fiercely, stormed into the room, and said, "Take me to check on Jingjing right now! If she's not well, we need to get her to the hospital immediately!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chuan rolled his eyes at her, "Look how anxious you are. Jingjing is just a little frightened, it's not like anything really happened. Why are you taking her to the hospital!"

Hearing the two arguing, Zhu Jingjing quickly got out of bed and went to the living room.

"Xiaoyu, I'm fine!" She quickly walked behind Jiang Chuan, reaching out to tug at his sleeve. "Don't blame your brother. It was Jingjing who wanted to go, that's why he took me!"

Lin Xiaoyu glared at him again, her eyes seeming to say, "What a wonderful sister you have, and you don't even cherish her!"

"Jingjing, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Lin Xiaoyu leaned down and gently cupped her face. "If you're feeling unwell anywhere, you must tell me. We need to go to the hospital for a thorough check-up. We can't delay!"

Zhu Jingjing lowered her head slightly and rubbed her flat stomach. "Jingjing is fine, I'm just a little hungry and want some porridge..."

Upon hearing this, the two chuckled softly at the same time.

"You really are a little foodie!" Jiang Chuan affectionately ruffled her hair. "Xiaoyu, since you're here, let's have Chef Lin take charge of the cooking!"

Lin Xiaoyu patted her chest and said loudly, "No problem, leave it to me! Let me think about what kind of porridge I should make for you."