Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"If this were our world, or Jingjing's world, it would have collapsed three times over by now."

"Let her vent her anger for one night, and she'll be mostly recovered when she wakes up."

Lin Quan paused, his gaze sweeping over Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing, and his voice softened:

"Please take care of this girl tonight."

"No problem at all, leave it to us!"

Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Jingjing readily agreed.

Two more glasses of wine slid down her throat, and Wang Yuyan completely went limp—

One moment she'd be covering her face and sobbing, the next she'd be giggling foolishly, her expression so conflicted it was heartbreaking.

"I just can't do anything with her..."

Swah——

With a slight shift in her thoughts, Qiao Jingjing quietly unleashed her spiritual power, which wrapped around Wang Yuyan like silk threads.

Her body stiffened, and her hands and feet no longer obeyed her commands.

Before leaving, Qiao Jingjing tilted her head and raised her eyebrows at Lin Quan:

"Zhuqing and I will stay with her tonight, so you can rest assured."

What else could Lin Quan do? He just shook his head and smiled, casually tidied up the cups and plates on the coffee table, and turned to go back to his room.

"ah--!!!"

The next morning, a sharp scream suddenly rang out!

Lin Quan and the other two were startled and sat bolt upright.

As soon as Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing lifted the blanket, they saw Wang Yuyan slump up, looking dazed and flustered.

The two exchanged a glance and sighed silently.

After a while, Wang Yuyan slowly came to her senses, looked around clearly, and saw the two smiling but tired faces in front of her.

"I...I..."

Her lips moved as if she wanted to explain, but the words stuck in her throat, making her ears turn bright red.

Qiao Jingjing's eyes crinkled into a smile, "You remember now?"

Swah——

Wang Yuyan's entire face flushed instantly, burning as if it were about to smoke, and she wished she could immediately crawl into the seam of the blankets to hide.

"Alright, what's there to be ashamed of?"

"Get yourself ready as soon as you wake up."

Before Qiao Jingjing could finish speaking, her mental power moved as if it were her own arm, and her dress floated up out of thin air and automatically wrapped around her body.

In just a few breaths, she was dressed neatly, not a single strand of her hair out of place.

"Sister Jingjing, this skill of yours has long become a daily habit..."

Zhu Zhuqing was very familiar with the place and was not surprised at all. Instead, she laughed and joked, her eyes full of envy.

Qiao Jingjing's mastery of mental power had long been admired by Qiao Jingjing.

On the contrary, Wang Yuyan's eyes widened, and her fingers trembled slightly:

"This, this, this..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhu Zhuqing's figure flashed, transforming into a black shadow and disappearing in an instant—

In the blink of an eye, she was all dressed and ready to go, her clothes fluttering lightly, as swift and agile as the wind.

At this moment, Qiao Jingjing turned around and looked at Wang Yuyan, who was still frozen on the edge of the bed, with a smile:

"Do you need a hand?"

"No...no need! I can do it myself!"

Wang Yuyan's cheeks were burning hot. She frantically grabbed her clothes and put them on, her fingertips trembling.

Qiao Jingjing stared at her with a smile, while Zhu Zhuqing, standing to the side, squinted – this scene was just like her own awkwardness when she first met Qiao Jingjing!

When she was first brought into this circle, she was just as restless, her ears turned red, and she couldn't even speak properly.

Now that they've known each other for a long time, she knows Qiao Jingjing inside and out:

Its surface is like a piece of jade formed from frost, so cold it chills to the bone, keeping people at a distance.

When encountering an inconsiderate stranger, his eyes harden, he doesn't say much, but his actions are swift as lightning, showing no mercy whatsoever.

But once they recognize someone as family, that icy exterior cracks open with a "crack," revealing the burning sincerity and fierce protectiveness beneath.

Lin Quan was like this, and so was Zhu Zhuqing.

Now, there's another Wang Yuyan.

Perhaps only those who signed a contract with Lin Quan have truly seen Qiao Jingjing let her guard down.

Because once the contract is made, they are connected by blood and their lives are intertwined.

As the master of the Time-Space Mirror, Lin Quan controls the life and death of the entire mirror.

The imprints of their avatars, etched deep within their souls, are both the keys to traversing countless worlds and the threads that bind their destinies.

With a thought, he could summon them back in an instant; with another thought, he could sever the contract and leave.

The most crucial rule is: once the contract is established, the intent to kill is forever extinguished—they will find it difficult to harbor even the slightest hostility towards Lin Quan.

The three women had just finished tidying their clothes and tying their hair up when Lin Quan, who was already dressed, draped a towel over his shoulder and looked refreshed.

"You guys go wash up first, I'll go make breakfast."

As he spoke, he looked up, his gaze sweeping over Wang Yuyan's flushed earlobes and lingering shyness, and he understood immediately.

He glanced at Qiao Jingjing, shook his head helplessly, and said with a hint of indulgence in his voice, "We can talk about it after we finish eating."

Wang Yuyan opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back, only gently biting her lower lip.

Before long, a pot of warm millet porridge was served steaming on the table, along with several refreshing side dishes, a simple yet comforting sight.

"Dinner's ready!"

With a greeting, the four sat down in the restaurant, their bowls and chopsticks clinking lightly, and a sense of warmth quietly filled the air.

After the meal, the bowls and plates were put back in their place, and Lin Quan led the three of them to stroll into the courtyard.

The copper kettle boiled, filling the air with the aroma of tea. He personally held the kettle and poured a cup of tea for each person.

As the steam rose gently, he looked at Wang Yuyan and said in a calm tone, "Miss Wang, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask now."

Wang Yuyan took a deep breath, no longer hesitating, and spoke softly but clearly:

"What...what I heard last night, was it all true?"

Lin Quan nodded, his gaze calm: "Just as Jingjing said, that was your destined path."

"But the moment you signed the contract, the old path was broken, and the new path was uncertain."

"You reap what you sow. What comes after, whether it's wind or rain, light or shadow, depends entirely on how you take your steps."

Even though Qiao Jingjing had recounted the whole story last night, hearing Lin Quan say it in person now still made Wang Yuyan feel as if something was clenching and then releasing her chest.

Looking back on the first half of her life—she was well-versed in all the martial arts manuals in the world and could recite them backwards, but all that knowledge was just to win a glance or a word of praise from Murong Fu.

Now that the filter has shattered, we can see clearly that "Southern Murong" is all show and no substance, a hollow shell.

What hurts the most is that all she got in return for her heartfelt sincerity was nothing more than a pawn that could be discarded or destroyed at will.

The words "restoration of the kingdom" had long since eroded Murong Fu's very bones and gnawed away at his conscience.

If one can abandon or kill even one's own mother, how much more so a cousin who can only recite books?

At first she didn't believe it, but after calming down and recounting the past—

Those repeated excuses, those perfunctory words, those calculated schemes...

Restoring the nation is no longer an aspiration, but a madness.

"well……"

A soft sigh escaped from her lips.

His expression shifted several times before finally settling down.

It was as if a thick fog that had been pressing down for many years had suddenly dissipated and vanished without a trace.

The lingering melancholy in his eyes faded away quietly, like ink dissolving into clear water, disappearing without a trace.

She looked up, her gaze clear, and looked directly at Lin Quan: "Why did you choose me?"

Lin Quan met her gaze, but slowly shook his head.

"It's not that you chose me, but that the Time Mirror has chosen you..."

Just as Wang Yuyan was about to speak, Lin Quan suddenly changed the subject:

"To be honest, I've had a question weighing on my mind for a long time, and I've hesitated for a long time, unsure whether I should bring it up..."