The night was deep, yet a courtyard hidden behind the garden still glowed with light. "Passion remains in foolish laughter." Xiao Chong finished writing the last character for "laughter," put down his pen, and quietly looked at the poem on the paper. As for how impressive this poem might be, it’s not necessarily so; compared to the other seven-character and five-character poems Lin Wanwan has recited, there’s quite a gap. But the carefree, wandering spirit within the lines is really captivating. If one didn’t know that the person who wrote this poem was a woman, just by looking at the lyrics, one would definitely think it was the masterpiece of a middle-aged ranger from the Jianghu. After quietly gazing for a while and savoring the tune once more, Xiao Chong slightly smiled, his expression inexplicable. "My lord, it’s late, rest now. You have to meet Elder Huang tomorrow," advised Shuqin, who was standing by. Xiao Chong turned calmly and said, "Indeed, it’s late. Let’s sleep." On the carriage back to the mansion, Lin Wanwan informed her two curious younger cousins that the powder she used today was made by herself. If they liked it, she would make some for them when she had free time, which delighted the two girls immensely. To speak of it, they had already received another piece of very precious honey soap. However, who could refuse a new powder that had a strong beautifying effect? The two daughters at the Xiao Mansion were completely taken with their skilled and generous cousin. Returning to her courtyard, with Yun Shang’s help, Lin Wanwan simply cleaned the sleeping little Qingyu with warm water, tucked him into bed, and then said to Yun Shang beside her, "You’ve worked hard today, go rest now. Having Hua Nong sleep outside on night watch is sufficient." "Understood." Yun Shang bowed to Lin Wanwan upon hearing this, and silently withdrew. Once the room was left with just herself and the sleeping little Qingyu, Lin Wanwan calculated the time. It was approximately nine o’clock in the Great Tang, whereas it was seven in the morning in modern times. She wondered where she would appear if she traveled back. Having come from Mao County to Qiantang, Lin Wanwan wasn’t too sure if this short distance would cause the space-time coordinates to refresh. If it did refresh, she wondered where it would be refreshed to. She hoped it wouldn’t land her in the midst of a public place, as that would be a big problem. After pondering in silence for a while, Lin Wanwan let out a small breath. She asked all sorts of deities, regardless of whether it would work, for some psychological comfort, then put on the mask she had long prepared, and only then did she open the Space-Time Gate. She steeled herself and crossed over. After a flash of intense light, Lin Wanwan opened her eyes, looked around, and finally felt relieved. She was in a dense forest, and fortunately, there was no one around. Moreover, there weren’t any cameras in the visible corners around her—this was more difficult than simply having no people. After all, modern society was nearly under constant surveillance. "Sure enough, it’s no longer the room of my house when I left. It seems the distance from Mao County to Qiantang is enough for the Space-Time Gate to refresh once," Lin Wanwan mused, "Then normally, this should correspond to Yu City in the Great Tang geographically. But where exactly is this place?" As Lin Wanwan pondered, she slowly found a direction and walked forward, all the while observing her surroundings to see if there were any cameras. After about five minutes of walking, she stepped onto an artificial cement path and, at the same time, saw the first camera. However, she was still unclear about her current location, but it didn’t matter; along the road, she would eventually encounter someone whom she could ask for directions. In fact, the situation was even better than she thought. She hadn’t walked too long before she saw the first road sign, which clarified her location. She had traveled to Yongjin Park, right beside West Lake, not far from where she was in the Great Tang. Knowing her location put Lin Wanwan at ease. The Sofitel Hotel she reserved was right next to West Lake; she could walk there, saving the hassle of taking a taxi. Although her phone didn’t come with her during the time travel, since electronic products are especially prone to damage upon entering the Space-Time Gate, she had already prepared thoroughly. She had booked the hotel in advance, and her luggage had been sent from Yongcheng to the hotel front desk a couple of days ago. Now she carried a fabric bag with an ID card and a hundred-yuan bill, the latter for taking a taxi, but fortunately, she didn’t have to use it. From Yongjin Park to the Sofitel Hotel, it was just across the road, very close. Lin Wanwan asked for directions from a morning-exercising lady and soon found the place. At the hotel’s entrance, she took out her ID card, a paper green code, and a nucleic acid test certificate. After entering, she went straight to the front desk to identify herself and retrieve her luggage, then input the password to open her suitcase and got her phone. Since it was already the end of the Spring Festival holiday, the hotel wasn’t fully booked, so Lin Wanwan didn’t have to wait until two in the afternoon to check-in; she received her room card directly. Once she entered the hotel, Lin Wanwan placed her luggage down and, as usual, checked the nooks and corners of the room for hidden cameras or similar—although such incidents happen very rarely in a five-star hotel, one must nonetheless always be cautious. After her check, Lin Wanwan comfortably took a hot shower. It’s undeniable that the bathing environment of modern times is incomparable to the ancient times, the Great Tang’s noble homes included. After drying her hair, Lin Wanwan sat in the armchair by the floor-to-ceiling window in the room and started browsing her phone. As usual, she first replied to some WeChat messages, then skimmed through the news, and finally opened a shopping website’s "One-Hour Delivery" section, ordering a box of cherries and some other seasonal fruits from a nearby fruit stall. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel※fire.net Having eaten the cherries from that time-space when she was at County Magistrate Lu’s residence yesterday, she couldn’t help but lament that the people of the Great Tang were unfortunate; the taste of their cherries was far inferior to cherries. Even those that Xiao Chong had previously given her weren’t as bad as yesterday’s. So, once she returned to modern times, she couldn’t resist ordering a box of large, juicy, and sweet cherries, intending to bring them back to the Great Tang. Speaking of County Magistrate Lu, Lin Wanwan reopened the Xiao family genealogy records saved on her phone to check information on Xiao Chong’s aunt, Lady Lu. This Lady Lu hadn’t left a particularly good impression on Lin Wanwan, but since her maternal family seemed to care about this woman, she thought it necessary to understand her better. Soon, she found the information about Xiao family. "Oh, this lady is actually the granddaughter of Emperor Liang Jing, Xiao Cong. Although her imperial title was posthumously granted by her nephew, Xiao Xi, an emperor is still an emperor. With such a prestigious background, no wonder Lu appeared so domineering," Lin Wanwan muttered a few words before complaining, "But what’s the use of being domineering; all the brothers and nephews have their names, yet only the women are recorded simply as ’Xiao.’" Lin Wanwan felt utterly uninspired, as women wanting their names to be remembered throughout history was a thousand times more difficult than for men. They had to be remarkable people like Empress Wu Zetian and Shangguan Wan’er to truly have their names immortalized in history.