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

"Play, play, play! All you ever think about in your little head is eating and playing!" Jiang Chuan extended his index finger and gently tapped Zhu Jingjing's forehead. "We should go back to the hotel to rest. I have things to do early tomorrow morning."

Zhu Jingjing stuck out her tongue and muttered under her breath, "Who told you to have so much good food and fun things to do here? How can you blame me?"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright on his dragon throne, heartbroken, and said, "Those things from later generations have corrupted Jing'er to this extent! She spends her days indulging in gluttony and amusement, truly breaking my heart!"

Upon hearing this, Empress Ma smiled wryly and said, "Chongba, if it were you, you would probably be even worse than Jing'er."

Modern hotel corridor.

"Jingjing, here's your room key. Take it." Jiang Chuan handed her a room key and instructed, "This is like the key to your room. Don't lose it, or you'll have trouble later."

Zhu Jingjing pouted slightly, glanced at the room key, but didn't reach out to take it: "Brother, Jingjing wants to share a room with you, otherwise the room will feel empty..."

Jiang Chuan was taken aback, then said seriously, "How can that be? You're not a child anymore; you should know the difference between men and women. You're not allowed to say such things again!"

"Brother..." she said, looking aggrieved, gently clutching Jiang Chuan's sleeve. "But I'll be scared to be alone! What if you disappear and leave me here all alone? What will I do?"

Her almond-shaped eyes were wet, as if tears were about to well up in them, and Jiang Chuan's heart softened.

He sighed softly and compromised, "Jingjing, you can come to my room to play, but you must go back to your own room to sleep. That's the bottom line."

"Brother, I won't mind if you snore or grind your teeth..." Zhu Jingjing muttered softly.

"You brat, who's snoring or grinding their teeth!" Jiang Chuan lightly tapped her on the head. "If you dare spread rumors again, I'll confiscate all your cotton candy!"

Zhu Jingjing was startled and quickly reached for his crossbody bag, hugging it tightly to her chest: "No way! You can spank Jingjing if you're angry, but you can't confiscate the cotton candy!"

Jiang Chuan smiled wryly. This little princess really had a big "candy addiction." The mere mention of confiscating her cotton candy made her act like it was her life. "As long as you behave well, not only will I not confiscate it, but I'll also buy you more when we get back. How about that?"

Zhu Jingjing's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously, "Brother, then it's a deal, no backing out!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

Little Sizi gazed at the sky, the words "cotton candy" gently tapping at her heart like drumsticks.

She had coveted this item since she first saw it, and now that she saw Zhu Jingjing treating it like a treasure, she longed for it even more.

"Father, Si Zi wants cotton candy..." Little Si Zi said.

Li Shimin looked embarrassed.

Previously, when Xiao Sizi was clamoring to eat those cloud-like candies, he had ordered people to try making them. However, even the imperial chefs who had observed the entire production process were helpless, let alone the soft and delicate little candies that Zhu Jingjing was holding in her arms at the moment.

Li Shimin said, "Sizi, your father is truly powerless to do so. Why don't you try some of the newly made candied fruit? Its taste is certainly no less than that of cotton candy."

Little Si pouted and muttered, "No matter how well those candied fruits are made, they'll always taste the same..."

modern.

Zhu Jingjing stood alone in front of the full-length dressing mirror, and the reflection in the mirror made her almost unrecognizable.

It was a swimsuit that Jiang Chuan had just bought from the boutique in the hotel.

The style was the most conservative one he had deliberately chosen: a one-piece suit with a navy blue base, shoulder straps that were at least two fingers wide, and a row of neat ruffles adorning the chest.

Even so, it still unceremoniously exposed her arms, shoulders, and that flat, fair abdomen that had never been shown to anyone before.

Zhu Jingjing stretched out her finger and gently touched the skin in the mirror with her fingertip; the touch was slightly cool.

She pulled her hand back as if burned, her cheeks burning red.

"This outfit is so strange," she murmured to herself in the mirror, her voice barely audible. "It even shows my stomach. How am I supposed to go out in public dressed like this..."

Before the words were finished, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Jingjing, are you dressed yet?" Jiang Chuan's deep voice came through the door. "Come out quickly, let's go for a spa treatment together!"

Zhu Jingjing hurriedly opened the door, leaving only a narrow crack, and peeked out with her flushed face.

Then she saw Jiang Chuan.

He was shirtless, his well-defined shoulders and back, honed through years of training, were on full display, and he was only wearing a pair of dark shorts.

Zhu Jingjing's face suddenly became frighteningly hot.

Jiang Chuan smiled wryly. He had deliberately chosen the most conservative swimsuit, but she was still so embarrassed.

"Jingjing, don't worry." He softened his voice, as if coaxing a little snail that might retreat into its shell at any moment. "I just asked the front desk, and there are no other guests in the spa room right now, just the two of us. Are you still going to be shy?"

As he spoke, he took out an extra-large bath towel and unfolded it in his hand.

"If it really doesn't work, you can wrap yourself in a towel and go outside, then take it off after you get in the water, okay?"

Zhu Jingjing's gaze darted back and forth between the bath towel and his bare upper body. Finally, she gritted her teeth, quickly reached out, and pulled the bath towel inside the door.

She carefully wrapped her body in a bath towel in front of the mirror until she was sure that her lower abdomen and a section of her snow-white thigh were completely covered, before awkwardly opening the door.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan smiled bitterly to himself.

Swimsuits are commonplace in modern society, and wouldn't evoke any strange thoughts. But seeing the little princess wrapped tightly in a towel while wearing her swimsuit makes one's mind wander...

"Jingjing, let's go." Jiang Chuan shook his head vigorously to clear his mind. "The spa pool at this hotel is something else. Don't be scared when you get there."

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

"This, this..." Zhu Yuanzhang's eyebrows shot up as he pointed angrily at Jiang Chuan in the sky, shouting, "Jiang Chuan, you brat, how dare you trick Jing'er into dressing up like this! What are your intentions?!"

Empress Ma's face also flushed, but she remained calm: "Chongba, don't be angry. In the streets of later generations, don't you sometimes see women dressed a little thinly? But they don't attract a crowd. I suppose that's common attire in later generations."

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his fist on the dragon throne in anger, shouting, "How could the etiquette and moral principles of later generations have degenerated to this state!"

Empress Ma gently advised, "Chongba, you are mistaken. In my opinion, this is not a decline of propriety, but a sign of progress. For example, Jing'er's attire, though revealing skin, is elegant and proper. If one were to harbor impure thoughts because of this, that would be a true decline of propriety."

modern.

Zhu Jingjing's pretty face flushed, and the fingertips of her small hand, held by Jiang Chuan, unconsciously rubbed against his broad palm.

She stared at the sign above the door, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "3D spa pool? Bro, what's 3D?"

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She carefully wrapped her body in a bath towel in front of the mirror until she was sure that her lower abdomen and a section of her snow-white thigh were completely covered, before awkwardly opening the door.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan smiled bitterly to himself.

Swimsuits are commonplace in modern society, and wouldn't evoke any strange thoughts. But seeing the little princess wrapped tightly in a towel while wearing her swimsuit makes one's mind wander...

"Jingjing, let's go." Jiang Chuan shook his head vigorously to clear his mind. "The spa pool at this hotel is something else. Don't be scared when you get there."

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

"This, this..." Zhu Yuanzhang's eyebrows shot up as he pointed angrily at Jiang Chuan in the sky, shouting, "Jiang Chuan, you brat, how dare you trick Jing'er into dressing up like this! What are your intentions?!"

Empress Ma's face also flushed, but she remained calm: "Chongba, don't be angry. In the streets of later generations, don't you sometimes see women dressed a little thinly? But they don't attract a crowd. I suppose that's common attire in later generations."

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his fist on the dragon throne in anger, shouting, "How could the etiquette and moral principles of later generations have degenerated to this state!"

Empress Ma gently advised, "Chongba, you are mistaken. In my opinion, this is not a decline of propriety, but a sign of progress. For example, Jing'er's attire, though revealing skin, is elegant and proper. If one were to harbor impure thoughts because of this, that would be a true decline of propriety."

modern.

Zhu Jingjing's pretty face flushed, and the fingertips of her small hand, held by Jiang Chuan, unconsciously rubbed against his broad palm.

She stared at the sign above the door, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "3D spa pool? Bro, what's 3D?"