Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken Wang Yuyan and Qiao Jingjing's wrists, and the three of them flashed out of the stone chamber again.

Unexpectedly, upon arriving at the palace hall, they were told that the Heavenly Child Granny had gone into seclusion and forbidden all disturbance.

Was it pre-arranged? Or was it just a coincidence? No one can say for sure.

Lin Quan nodded slightly and said to the female disciple guarding the hall, "Please tell our senior master that the mission to Lingjiu has been accomplished; we cannot disturb your cultivation any longer and will take our leave immediately."

Having said that, without waiting for a reply, he had already drifted away with the two women.

The snow-capped mountains stretched endlessly, and the cold wind swirled like catkins. The three of them soared into the air, their mental energy weaving a net like silver threads, tearing through the clouds in an instant, their figures disappearing swiftly among the towering peaks.

An hour later, a thousand miles away, in front of a shady cliff cave, the three slowly landed.

Wang Yuyan looked up at him, her voice soft: "Brother Quan, what are your plans for the next step?"

"Should we return to the main world, or...?"

The most important things in this world have long since been returned to Lin Quan. There are no more worries, no more attachments.

But Lin Quan didn't answer. He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. His palms were warm, and his voice was low and tinged with a smile:

"Let's go to Mantuo Villa first."

"Mantuo Mantuo Villa?"

Wang Yuyan was stunned for a moment, her eyes trembling slightly, full of astonishment.

Lin Quan lowered his eyes and smiled, lightly tapping her nose with his fingertip: "My mother-in-law's only daughter has now been taken away by me."

"A son-in-law should always pay a visit to the family to be recognized and formally acknowledge his status."

Swah——

Two blushes instantly rose on her cheeks, and her ears felt numb from the heat.

"I...I..."

His lips moved, but he couldn't form a coherent sentence, and even his fingertips curled slightly.

"You two keep showering each other with affection, I'm getting out of here..."

Seeing Lin Quan and Wang Yuyan so affectionate, Qiao Jingjing didn't say a word more.

Before she finished speaking, she had already turned around and taken off, her figure as swift as the wind, tearing through space in the blink of an eye and disappearing.

By the time Lin Quan and Wang Yuyan came to their senses, Qiao Jingjing had vanished without a trace, leaving only a wisp of breeze—she had already returned to her own devastated post-apocalyptic wasteland.

"Let's go, it's time to meet my mother-in-law."

Lin Quan's gaze darkened as he looked at Wang Yuyan, his tone crisp and decisive.

Wang Yuyan's ears burned, she lowered her eyes and responded softly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

In terms of mental strength, she was indeed no match for Qiao Jingjing.

One is stuck at the peak of level two, while the other is firmly at the peak of level three.

Although the difference is only one level, the gap in combat power is like an insurmountable chasm.

But lifting Lin Quan soaring through the air? For her, it was nothing more than a piece of cake, requiring no effort at all.

After a brief respite, the two soared into the air once more, heading straight for the Mantuo Manor.

Several hours passed in the blink of an eye, dusk deepened, and the sky was tinged with a gray-blue hue.

Lin Quan and Wang Yuyan found a secluded mountain valley, and with a flash, they quietly entered the main world to rest.

The next morning, as dawn broke, the two crossed the boundary and returned.

After flying for most of the day, a vast expanse of misty waves finally emerged at the edge of the horizon.

An isolated island lies quietly in the middle of the lake, with pavilions and towers appearing and disappearing in the distance.

Wang Yuyan's eyes trembled slightly, her lips pursed, both apprehensive and excited: "We've arrived... at Mantuo Manor."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two lightly touched the ground with their toes, landing steadily in front of the main gate of the manor.

"Miss?!"

Wang Yuyan, arm in arm with Lin Quan, slowly ascended the steps. The maids inside the door were first stunned, then hurriedly rubbed their eyes, fearing it was an illusion.

The next moment, exclamations rose and fell: "Miss is back!"

"Quickly! Inform the madam—Miss has returned to the manor!"

Wang Yuyan had been missing for some time, and the entire manor was in chaos.

Li Qingluo exhausted almost all her manpower, sending spies all over the surrounding area, but still found nothing.

Unexpectedly, just as everyone was in a state of panic, she actually stood in front of the door!

Lin Quan glanced at Wang Yuyan beside him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

He hadn't expected that the girl would leave home without even saying goodbye.

Fortunately, they arrived in time; otherwise, who knows how anxious Li Qingluo would have been.

Before the words were finished, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, making a thud on the bluestone slabs.

Looking up—

A graceful woman strode over, her eyebrows and eyes bearing a striking resemblance to Wang Yuyan's. She appeared to be around thirty years old, with a full figure and an imposing presence.

She is none other than Li Qingluo, the mistress of Mantuo Manor and Wang Yuyan's birth mother!

"Yu Yan—!"

"Mother--!"

The moment their eyes met, the mother and daughter ran out together.

Wang Yuyan suddenly activated her Lingbo Weibu footwork, creating a series of afterimages. She appeared as a white ribbon breaking through the air and instantly rushed into Li Qingluo's arms.

"It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..."

Li Qingluo tightened her arms, her fingertips trembling slightly, no longer caring to examine her daughter's unusual condition.

With the person in his arms safe and sound, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally settled down, and the worry between his brows vanished.

After a long while, the mother and daughter finally let go.

Li Qingluo then raised her eyes, her gaze slowly falling on Lin Quan.

She had always disliked men from other families setting foot in the manor, but the man before her was someone who had returned with her daughter.

Despite a thousand doubts, he showed no sign of it on his face.

She glanced at Lin Quan briefly, her tone gentle yet leaving no room for evasion:

"Yu Yan, who is this young master...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Yuyan's cheeks were already burning red.

For a moment, Wang Yuyan didn't even dare to lift her eyelids, her gaze as if it were being burned, and she quickly avoided her mother Li Qingluo's eyes.

As soon as her mother opened her mouth to ask a question, she panicked and stammered, only managing to squeeze out broken, breathy words: "Mother... Mother..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan had already taken a steady step forward, bowed deeply to Li Qingluo, his back slightly bent, his posture respectful but not humble:

"Your son-in-law, Lin Quan, greets Your Majesty, Mother-in-law."

"Buzz—"

That cry of "Mother-in-law" was like a thunderbolt striking the hall. Li Qingluo's body stiffened abruptly, her fingertips tightened, and she seemed to be nailed to the spot.

She first glanced at Wang Yuyan, her eyes swirling with surprise and disbelief; then slowly turned to Lin Quan, staring straight at him, her Adam's apple bobbing, her voice trembling slightly: "You... what did you just call me?"

Seeing this, Wang Yuyan's heart clenched. Before Lin Quan could answer, she rushed forward, her cheeks burning red, but she gritted her teeth and spoke clearly:

"Mother, Quan is indeed my husband. We have already paid our respects to heaven and earth and shared the same bed..."

"My daughter only has him in her heart, please... grant us your blessing."

Before she finished speaking, she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, her ears turning red, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her sleeve, both shy and stubborn.

Li Qingluo's gaze swept over her daughter's lowered eyes and then landed on Lin Quan's open and calm face—those eyes showed no evasion, no flattery, only a steadfast composure.

It felt like a cold, heavy stone was pressing on my chest, making me feel suffocated; but this heaviness slowly dissipated with each breath, leaving behind a clear mind.

She suddenly raised her hand, her sleeves fluttering lightly, and the maids immediately lowered their heads and retreated, their footsteps as silent as falling leaves.

She then stood up, her skirt fluttering slightly, and said in a calm but undeniable tone, "Come with me."