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

Modern times, at Jiangchuan's home.

Zhu Jingjing curled up on the sofa, her eyes following Jiang Chuan as he placed items into a small box one by one. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother, what are you doing?"

As Jiang Chuan packed, he casually replied, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, how can I not pack my things and change of clothes?"

He looked up and carefully examined the little princess. "Jingjing, if you have anything you need, bring it over quickly."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingjing immediately became excited, her face breaking into a smile: "Brother, does that mean we can ride that 'airplane' tomorrow?"

"Didn't I take you paragliding last time? Why are you still thinking about airplanes?" Jiang Chuan smiled helplessly, his tone full of affection. "Although airplanes are the ones that truly fly in the sky compared to paragliding, in terms of the thrill, paragliding is much more exciting than airplanes."

At this moment, Jiang Chuan suddenly noticed that the little princess's cheeks had two abnormal blushes.

"Jingjing, why is your face a little red?" His heart tightened, and he couldn't help but worry. He quickly got up and went to her side. "Could you have caught a cold?"

"A cold?" Zhu Jingjing repeated the unfamiliar word in a low voice, her voice already slightly hoarse. "I just feel a little uncomfortable in my throat, and my face feels a bit hot."

Jiang Chuan frowned; it was probably a lingering ailment from his visit to the haunted house!

She was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. After coming out, she sat down to rest in the wind and caught a chill, which led to her catching a cold.

"A cold is like a common cold in your Ming Dynasty," he explained briefly, then leaned down and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

"Ah!" Zhu Jingjing exclaimed softly in surprise, caught off guard.

Just moments ago, her cheeks were only flushed, but now her entire face was burning like a boiled shrimp, even her ears were tinged with crimson. "Brother, what... what are you doing...?"

"It is indeed a bit hot." Jiang Chuan straightened up, his expression serious. "I'll get you some medicine right away."

He was completely unaware of how intimate their actions had been. He turned around, took out a medicine box from the corner, pulled out some cold medicine, and handed it to her. "Take the medicine and go rest. If you're not feeling better by the afternoon, we'll go to the hospital to get checked out."

Zhu Jingjing tilted her head, looking at the two small capsules lying quietly in Jiang Chuan's palm, her eyes full of doubt.

"Brother, what are these?" She reached out and gently poked the two capsules. "Shouldn't you take medicine for a cold? What use are these little things?"

"Cold and flu capsules!" Jiang Chuan placed the capsules in her palm, then got up to get some water. "This is modern medicine; it's much more effective than your herbal decoctions!"

Zhu Jingjing held the two small capsules between her fingertips, turning them over and over as if examining some rare object.

"It's just such a thin shell, and it looks like there's something inside..." She leaned closer to smell it, but there was no smell at all. "But those medicinal soups are so bitter, you can tell they're medicine just by smelling them. How come this has no smell at all?"

Jiang Chuan, holding a water glass, returned to the sofa. "The herbal medicine in your Great Ming Dynasty is made by boiling various herbs together to extract their medicinal properties into the water. It's good medicine, but the concentration of each bowl may be different, and after drinking a whole bowl, you'll feel completely full."

Zhu Jingjing nodded, deeply understanding: "Yes, every time I drink medicine it feels like torture, it's both bitter and unbearable."

"Modern medicine is different." Jiang Chuan gently patted her head and explained softly, "Scientists first find the actual medicinal ingredient in the herbs, purify and concentrate it, and finally put it into this little shell."

"I don't really understand it, but it seems amazing!" Zhu Jingjing became interested in modern medicine, and even her body, which was weak from a cold, seemed to be improving. "Brother, are the medicines here really that amazing? Can they cure anything?"

"No, that's not it." Jiang Chuan helped the little princess take her medicine before slowly saying, "Although our modern medical level is very advanced, there are still many incurable diseases. However, many of the diseases you had back then could be easily cured here."

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

Little Sizi looked at Zhu Jingjing with envy and exclaimed, "Father, if only our Great Tang had that kind of medicine! Sizi is in poor health and always has to drink those bitter medicines!"

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin's eyes showed heartache.

This little princess, whom he raised himself, is good in every way, except that she is physically weak and is a little medicine pot.

A sense of unease slowly crept into my heart. Even princes and princesses, no matter how carefully they were cared for, could still die young if they were unlucky!

He dared not think any further and quickly said, "Sizi, your father can't do anything about this! No matter how bitter the medicine is, you have to drink it properly so you can grow up healthy."

Little Sizi nodded obediently, then asked, "Father, if Sizi's illness can be completely cured, will I no longer need to take medicine?"

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"Brother, if Jingjing returns to the Ming Dynasty and suddenly contracts a strange disease, what if..." Zhu Jingjing murmured softly, seemingly having negative thoughts because of her illness.

"Jingjing, don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Chuan quickly covered her mouth and said seriously, "According to historical records, you lived to be over sixty years old in good health! Although that's not considered a long life here, it was considered very long in ancient times!"

"Then my older brother..." Zhu Jingjing hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Jiang Chuan frowned slightly. He couldn't travel back to the Ming Dynasty, and he was powerless to do anything about Zhu Biao's early death.

To avoid making the little princess even more upset, he quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of historically famous princesses who died young, let's talk about Princess Jinyang, Li Shimin's most beloved daughter!"

"Brother, are you talking about that little princess whose nickname is 'Sizi'?"

Zhu Jingjing's expression darkened.

Although the two lived in different eras and could not possibly meet, as princesses, they could not help but feel a pang of sorrow when they thought of Xiao Sizi's tragedy.

"It's such a pity that Princess Jinyang died at the young age of twelve." Jiang Chuan nodded and sighed softly. "If she had lived longer, perhaps she could have become the most famous princess in history!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Chuan's sigh in the sky seemed to freeze the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin held the baby in his arms, his arms trembling slightly.

His beloved daughter, whom he cherished most, had her lifespan cruelly sealed by words.

The officials, eunuchs, and palace servants in the hall all fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

Even Wei Zheng, who was known for his outspoken remonstrances, lowered his head and remained silent.

Little Si buried her face in her father's arms. Although she was young, she understood what "dying at the age of twelve" meant.

After a long while, she raised her head, looked at Li Shimin who seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, and asked softly, "Father, will Sizi... really only live to be twelve years old?"

"Then my older brother..." Zhu Jingjing hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Jiang Chuan frowned slightly. He couldn't travel back to the Ming Dynasty, and he was powerless to do anything about Zhu Biao's early death.

To avoid making the little princess even more upset, he quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of historically famous princesses who died young, let's talk about Princess Jinyang, Li Shimin's most beloved daughter!"

"Brother, are you talking about that little princess whose nickname is 'Sizi'?"

Zhu Jingjing's expression darkened.

Although the two lived in different eras and could not possibly meet, as princesses, they could not help but feel a pang of sorrow when they thought of Xiao Sizi's tragedy.

"It's such a pity that Princess Jinyang died at the young age of twelve." Jiang Chuan nodded and sighed softly. "If she had lived longer, perhaps she could have become the most famous princess in history!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Chuan's sigh in the sky seemed to freeze the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin held the baby in his arms, his arms trembling slightly.

His beloved daughter, whom he cherished most, had her lifespan cruelly sealed by words.

The officials, eunuchs, and palace servants in the hall all fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

Even Wei Zheng, who was known for his outspoken remonstrances, lowered his head and remained silent.

Little Si buried her face in her father's arms. Although she was young, she understood what "dying at the age of twelve" meant.

After a long while, she raised her head, looked at Li Shimin who seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, and asked softly, "Father, will Sizi... really only live to be twelve years old?"

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"Then my older brother..." Zhu Jingjing hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Jiang Chuan frowned slightly. He couldn't travel back to the Ming Dynasty, and he was powerless to do anything about Zhu Biao's early death.

To avoid making the little princess even more upset, he quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of historically famous princesses who died young, let's talk about Princess Jinyang, Li Shimin's most beloved daughter!"

"Brother, are you talking about that little princess whose nickname is 'Sizi'?"

Zhu Jingjing's expression darkened.

Although the two lived in different eras and could not possibly meet, as princesses, they could not help but feel a pang of sorrow when they thought of Xiao Sizi's tragedy.

"It's such a pity that Princess Jinyang died at the young age of twelve." Jiang Chuan nodded and sighed softly. "If she had lived longer, perhaps she could have become the most famous princess in history!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Chuan's sigh in the sky seemed to freeze the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin held the baby in his arms, his arms trembling slightly.

His beloved daughter, whom he cherished most, had her lifespan cruelly sealed by words.

The officials, eunuchs, and palace servants in the hall all fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

Even Wei Zheng, who was known for his outspoken remonstrances, lowered his head and remained silent.

Little Si buried her face in her father's arms. Although she was young, she understood what "dying at the age of twelve" meant.

After a long while, she raised her head, looked at Li Shimin who seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, and asked softly, "Father, will Sizi... really only live to be twelve years old?"

"Then my older brother..." Zhu Jingjing hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Jiang Chuan frowned slightly. He couldn't travel back to the Ming Dynasty, and he was powerless to do anything about Zhu Biao's early death.

To avoid making the little princess even more upset, he quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of historically famous princesses who died young, let's talk about Princess Jinyang, Li Shimin's most beloved daughter!"

"Brother, are you talking about that little princess whose nickname is 'Sizi'?"

Zhu Jingjing's expression darkened.

Although the two lived in different eras and could not possibly meet, as princesses, they could not help but feel a pang of sorrow when they thought of Xiao Sizi's tragedy.

"It's such a pity that Princess Jinyang died at the young age of twelve." Jiang Chuan nodded and sighed softly. "If she had lived longer, perhaps she could have become the most famous princess in history!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Chuan's sigh in the sky seemed to freeze the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin held the baby in his arms, his arms trembling slightly.

His beloved daughter, whom he cherished most, had her lifespan cruelly sealed by words.

The officials, eunuchs, and palace servants in the hall all fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

Even Wei Zheng, who was known for his outspoken remonstrances, lowered his head and remained silent.

Little Si buried her face in her father's arms. Although she was young, she understood what "dying at the age of twelve" meant.

After a long while, she raised her head, looked at Li Shimin who seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, and asked softly, "Father, will Sizi... really only live to be twelve years old?"

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"Then my older brother..." Zhu Jingjing hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Jiang Chuan frowned slightly. He couldn't travel back to the Ming Dynasty, and he was powerless to do anything about Zhu Biao's early death.

To avoid making the little princess even more upset, he quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of historically famous princesses who died young, let's talk about Princess Jinyang, Li Shimin's most beloved daughter!"

"Brother, are you talking about that little princess whose nickname is 'Sizi'?"

Zhu Jingjing's expression darkened.

Although the two lived in different eras and could not possibly meet, as princesses, they could not help but feel a pang of sorrow when they thought of Xiao Sizi's tragedy.

"It's such a pity that Princess Jinyang died at the young age of twelve." Jiang Chuan nodded and sighed softly. "If she had lived longer, perhaps she could have become the most famous princess in history!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Chuan's sigh in the sky seemed to freeze the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin held the baby in his arms, his arms trembling slightly.

His beloved daughter, whom he cherished most, had her lifespan cruelly sealed by words.

The officials, eunuchs, and palace servants in the hall all fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

Even Wei Zheng, who was known for his outspoken remonstrances, lowered his head and remained silent.

Little Si buried her face in her father's arms. Although she was young, she understood what "dying at the age of twelve" meant.

After a long while, she raised her head, looked at Li Shimin who seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, and asked softly, "Father, will Sizi... really only live to be twelve years old?"