The first time in history

"Grandma, let me tell you the truth," Qian Mingduo looked at the old lady sincerely, "I also ran to this era without knowing what was going on. I opened a small box, and every time there was a flash of white light, I...it seemed that I had no control over where I went."

"I don't mean to blame you, young master." The old woman smiled and said, "What era you return to and what kind of person you become are all predetermined. It is also a destiny that you and your wife met me here today."

The old woman paused for a moment, then continued, "It is her destiny that the lady met the young master."

"Mother-in-law." Qian Mingduo asked anxiously, "Can you tell me about those blind boxes I bought, and why I..."

"Sir, please don't ask any more questions!" The old woman said firmly, "Even if you ask, I have nothing to tell you." After saying this, the old woman slowly walked to the door of the house and said, "Sir, you are about to be in a very dangerous place. You will get an item that can decide the life or death of anyone. So... I have something to say to you, and I hope you... remember it."

"Please give me some advice, grandma. Mingduo will keep it in mind and will never forget it." Qian Mingduo walked quickly to his wife and held the old woman's elbows with both hands.

"Although time and space are different, human nature remains the same. Only by sticking to one's heart can one find the true meaning!" The old woman gently opened the door, looked at the boundless sky, and said slowly: "Our fate has ended. Young master, you don't have to see me off."

Qian Mingduo looked at the old woman floating away with a bewildered face, and he felt extremely lost. This old woman who seemed to know everything was just as she said, as if it was arranged by the heavens, suddenly appearing and suddenly leaving.

Qian Mingduo sighed and closed the door silently. He leaned against Diao Chan and held her tightly in his arms. Diao Chan, who was sleeping soundly, murmured, and the small wooden bottle tightly held in her hand flashed a faint green light, which disappeared in an instant.

The next afternoon, the carriage was moving slowly along a quiet path. Although Diao Chan's condition had improved, she was still weak all over. She was lying in the carriage.

Qian Mingduo wanted to rest in the old woman's house for another day, but Diao Chan insisted on going on, because she always felt that the old woman was mysterious and unusual last night, and she just wanted to leave this strange place as soon as possible.

A group of soldiers on horseback galloped past their carriage, and the dust raised by the horses' hooves choked Qian Mingduo and made him cough.

"What a bunch of shit." Qian Mingduo cursed in his heart.

After turning a mountain pass, they entered a valley. There were jagged rocks on both sides, and moss covered the walls. The road became narrower and narrower. Qian Mingduo saw several light carriages coming straight from the opposite side. He stopped the carriage in a slightly wider place so that he could pass by the carriages on the opposite side smoothly.

As the carriages approached, there was a sudden sound of hurried horse hooves not far away, and the dust raised covered the sky. The team of soldiers who had just passed by turned back and pulled the reins in front of the carriages.

Several soldiers dismounted from their horses and came to the side of several carriages.

"Who is in the carriage?" One of the soldiers shouted, "Lift the curtains, we want to check."

"Several soldiers." A middle-aged man jumped off the carriage and saluted. "There are only some women in the carriage."

"Female relatives?" A man dressed as a junior officer rode up to the carriage and said, "We are investigating the female relatives." He took out a scroll from his arms and handed it to a soldier. "Compare it carefully with the portrait. You must see it clearly."

"Open the curtain quickly!" the soldier shouted.

Qian Mingduo's heart was in his throat. He was nervously thinking: This road is very narrow. It is possible to turn around on horseback, but it is impossible to turn around in a carriage. Moreover, turning around in front of these soldiers would be a confession. Now he couldn't leave, and if he didn't leave, he would be doomed.

At this moment, the soldiers who had checked the cars had already walked up to Qian Mingduo. One of them used a spear to lift the curtain of the sedan chair, and the soldier holding the portrait immediately approached the sedan chair.

Qian Mingduo's palms were already full of sweat, and beads of sweat were running down his forehead. He was ready to fight to the death, holding the whip tightly in his right hand.

Just as he was about to whip the horse, several soldiers turned around and laughed and left his carriage. They jumped on the horses and drove away quickly, and the dust instantly covered the sky.

Qian Mingduo stared blankly at the soldiers who were walking away. He still couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. It was as if time had stopped. His eyes were full of disbelief and confusion. His thoughts were intertwined like a tangled mess, and he couldn't understand this sudden change.

"Potion!" Qian Mingduo shouted, and he immediately turned around and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair. A strange woman was looking up at him, her eyes revealing timidity and melancholy.

Qian Mingduo looked at her in a daze. Diao Chan's skin, which was originally as white as cream, became waxy and rough. Her delicate pores became enlarged and she lost her former luster.

Those big eyes that once captivated countless people are now covered with fine wrinkles at the corners, and their look has become dull and lifeless.

Her tall and delicate nose seemed to be a little shorter and no longer so straight and stylish.

The cherry-like mouth became shriveled, and the lips lost their rosy color and turned a dark gray.

The hair that was originally as dark as a cloud became dry and rough, and many silver strands grew and scattered randomly.

The once stunning oval face now seems to have bulged cheeks, and the face shape has become round and ordinary.

Diao Chan's appearance changed from a peerless beauty to that of a weathered, inconspicuous village woman, making it difficult to associate her with her previous beauty.

"My baby," Qian Mingduo hugged Diao Chan tightly, "Did you drink the potion?"

"Yeah," Diao Chan nodded silently, "If I didn't drink in that situation just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive this disaster."

"Your voice hasn't changed." Qian Mingduo still heard Diao Chan's original voice. He lifted Diao Chan's face and looked at her in confusion. "Only the appearance has changed, but the voice is still as beautiful as before."

"I..." Diao Chan asked timidly, "What have I become?"

"It's come to this, I..." Qian Mingduo burst into tears "Baby, can you bear it?"

"Hmm" Diao Chan gritted her teeth. She had sensed the significant change in herself from Qian Mingduo's words and actions. She closed her eyes and tears rolled down like a dam bursting. She nodded resolutely.

"In the eyes of others, you may have become extremely ordinary." Qian Mingduo gently stroked Diao Chan's back, "but in my eyes, you... you are still my baby, my beloved wife, and my forever conceited pig."

"Am I still your baby?"

"Yes, you are still my baby!"

"Am I still your conceited pig?"

"Yes, you are still my conceited pig!"

Qian Mingduo could no longer control himself, and he burst into tears. This heart-wrenching, heartbroken cry echoed for a long time in the quiet valley.