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

The next day, early morning.

Zhu Jingjing slowly opened her eyes, and before she could even finish yawning, she subconsciously stretched.

She was taken aback by the unfamiliar decor of the hotel room, then remembered that she had slept in Jiang Chuan's room the night before.

Could it be that she shared a bed with him all night?

Her cheeks flushed suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and she timidly looked to her side.

Jiangchuan is not here.

She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could fully exhale, a strange sense of loss welled up in her heart again.

"Jingjing, you're awake?" Jiang Chuan sat up from the sofa, his voice low and hoarse from just waking up. "We agreed to go to our own rooms to sleep, but you've come and tried to take my bed again."

"I didn't do it on purpose! I was just dreaming, and he knocked me out without me even realizing it!" the little princess said coquettishly, but a hint of doubt flickered in her eyes. "Brother, why don't you sleep in my room? Why do you have to curl up on the sofa?"

Jiang Chuan was taken aback. She was right. There were clearly better options, so why did he spend the whole night curled up on the sofa?

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of it, he gently shook his head—it was that he hadn't even considered it.

Perhaps, beneath those vague thoughts...

Jiang Chuan slapped his face hard with both hands, driving away those unwanted thoughts.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his gaze had returned to clarity.

"Jingjing, sleep a little longer!" Jiang Chuan got up, his tone gentle and cautious. "I'll talk to the hotel later and ask them to deliver your meals to your room regularly. Just stay here and wait for me to come back."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Jingjing jumped off the bed and, like a breeze carrying the scent of milk, rushed straight into his arms.

The moment the small body bumped into his chest, Jiang Chuan froze for a second.

"Brother, please take me with you!" She buried her face in his chest, nuzzling him softly like a spoiled kitten. "I promise I'll be good and won't cause you any trouble!"

As she spoke, she snuggled closer to him, as if it were the safest corner in the world.

Jiang Chuan lowered his eyes and saw her ear tips, which were slightly red from exertion. His heart, which had settled down, began to soften again.

He opened his mouth, the words of refusal swirling on the tip of his tongue, but were ultimately wiped away by the gentle, repeated rubbing.

"Oh well."

Jiang Chuan sighed helplessly, a sigh filled with unyielding doting and indulgence.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her earnestly. "But you must promise me you'll be careful what you say, and you must never let anyone know you're from the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Jingjing's eyes suddenly lit up, and she nodded rapidly, her tone as solemn as if she were making a vow: "Brother, I promise you! If I don't keep my promise, may my father's hair fall out completely, not a single strand left!"

"You—" Jiang Chuan chuckled wryly, raising his hand to lightly tap her head, the force barely heavier than a caress. "You always swear on your father's oaths. If he found out, he'd probably spank your little bottom raw!"

She stuck out her tongue, her eyebrows curving into two crescent moons, a hint of sly triumph in her eyes: "Anyway, Father can't hear me!"

After saying that, she gently tugged at Jiang Chuan's sleeve: "Brother, now you can tell me what kind of work you're here for, right?"

"Jingjing, have you ever heard of robots?" Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow mysteriously. "I'm here at the invitation of the Intelligent Innovation Research Institute to help them evaluate and improve their latest bionic robot."

"A robot?" Zhu Jingjing tilted her head, a small look of doubt forming between her brows. "Is it a machine or a person?"

Jiang Chuan scratched his head, speechless for a moment.

Explaining with words is ultimately pale; it's better to let the little princess see it for herself.

"Our hotel happens to have robot food delivery," he said with a slight smile, "I'll just buy something random and show you what it's like."

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Upon hearing Jiang Chuan's words, Zhu Yuanzhang looked doubtful and said in a deep voice, "Madam, what exactly is this 'robot'? Could it be that it's just some kind of mystical object from later generations being added to a human body to create a 'super armored warrior'?"

Empress Ma paused slightly, then said, "Chongba, didn't you just say that the hotel had robots delivering food? If they were truly such super-armored warriors, why would they be used for these menial tasks?"

"That's not necessarily true!" Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and insisted, "Perhaps the human body is modified so that it doesn't need to sleep, doesn't know fatigue, and is dedicated to various tasks and chores—who knows!"

modern.

"Brother, when will that robot you mentioned arrive?" Jiang Chuan had only placed his order a few minutes ago, and the little princess couldn't contain herself any longer, her voice filled with soft anticipation.

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the telephone in the room rang, its clear ringtone standing out distinctly in the quiet air.

Zhu Jingjing was startled and looked at Jiang Chuan with alarmed eyes, only to see him gently tapping the constantly ringing microphone with his finger.

"Jingjing, answer the phone," Jiang Chuan said with a gentle smile in his eyes. "This is a robot calling you."

Her eyes lit up; she never expected that the "robot" she had never seen before would actually call her.

Her eyes lit up; she never expected that the "robot" she had never seen before would actually call her.

Zhu Jingjing excitedly ran over, wanting to take the microphone, but after grasping it with her small hand, she hesitated to lift it.

"Brother..." She turned around, a hint of fear in her eyes, "What if Jingjing says something wrong? Will he be angry?"

Jiang Chuan chuckled softly, "Don't worry, robots have a very good temper! Even if your father told you to chop up its whole family, it wouldn't get angry."

"Father wouldn't just kill people like that!" Zhu Jingjing pouted and argued softly before mustering her courage to pick up the microphone.

"Hello...you..."

That slightly trembling voice gently dispelled the tension in her heart.

"Hello, this is Xiaoyou the robot. Your takeout has been delivered. Please open the door to pick it up!" The voice coming from the receiver was friendly and cute, like an innocent and carefree child, but the tone was as flat as a straight line, without any inflection. To the little princess, it inexplicably had a cold feel to it.

She put down the phone, her bright eyes filled with surprise as she looked at Jiang Chuan: "Brother, that robot said he's right outside the door! And it sounds like a child! Aren't you prohibited from employing child labor here?"

"Jingjing, if you're curious, just open the door and take a look. Then you'll understand everything," Jiang Chuan replied with a light laugh.

Zhu Jingjing nodded vigorously and walked quickly to the door.

She gently patted her chest and took a deep breath.

Then, Zhu Jingjing reached out and slowly opened the door!