Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Sun Yizhen said proudly, "Dad, Lin Lang is second only to the emperor in the Tang Dynasty. He is not only the sworn brother of Emperor Li Zhi, but also the godfather of Crown Prince Li Hong!"

"Wow..." Upon hearing this, Sun's father once again showed a look of surprise.

Sun's mother beamed with joy: "My son-in-law is not only the richest man in the world in modern times, but he was also second only to the emperor in ancient times. We can rest assured that we have entrusted our daughter to you."

Startled, Sun's father tentatively asked, "My dear son-in-law, do you perhaps possess some kind of magical power? How do you manage to travel through time and space?"

Lin Lang lied and said, "It's a long story. Before I became the world's richest man, I was an appraiser. I accidentally obtained an ancient book called 'The Art of Qimen Dunjia' and was able to learn this art by chance."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun's eyes lit up instantly, and he leaned forward to ask, "The Art of Qimen Dunjia? Could it be the legendary book that can summon wind and rain? Has my son-in-law truly mastered its essence?"

Lin Lang smiled and nodded, his tone half-serious and half-joking: "I know a little, I know a little!"

Sun Yizhen took Lin Lang's arm and said coquettishly, "Dad, don't keep asking. The most important thing is that Lin Lang is doing so well in both timelines!"

As she spoke, she looked at Lin Lang with admiration in her eyes, "Besides, whether he relies on a miraculous book or his own abilities, he is still my most amazing husband."

Sun's mother quickly smiled and agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, the most important thing is our daughter's happiness and marriage."

Mr. Sun still had some doubts, but he knew when to stop and hurriedly replied, "Alright, alright, as long as my son-in-law continues to treat Yizhen well, my wife and I will not object to this marriage."

"Please rest assured, father-in-law and mother-in-law, Yizhen is pregnant with the fruit of our love. I will treat them and our child well for the rest of my life and my heart will never change."

"Uh..." Mr. Sun was surprised again, but this time it was a pleasant surprise. He said with undisguised joy, "Daughter, is what my son-in-law said true? I'm going to be a grandfather?"

Sun Yizhen gently stroked her pregnant belly, nodded with a smile, and said, "That's right, Dad, you're going to be a grandfather."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun clapped his hands with delight and exclaimed, "Great! This is truly a double celebration!"

Sun's mother reached out and touched her daughter's still-flat belly, her eyes reddening as she said, "Oh my, daughter, are you really going to be a mother?"

Sun Yizhen chuckled and said, "Yes, Mom, you'll be a grandmother soon."

Sun's mother choked with emotion as she smiled, "That's wonderful, wonderful... Our family is going to have a little grandson, and he'll be a lucky little baby who can travel through time!"

Sun Yizhen held her mother's hand, her eyes filled with tenderness: "Mom, after I give birth to the baby, you can take care of the baby for me and you won't have to go to work anymore."

Lin Lang took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Sun's father with both hands. "Father-in-law, there is a bank card with 5000 million US dollars in anonymous deposits, which is equivalent to 590 billion Korean won. It is the betrothal gift for my marriage to Ye-jung. Please accept it."

Mr. Sun's hand tightened around the bank card, his fingertips rubbing the cold surface of the card. His eyes were filled with disbelief, and after a long pause, he managed to utter, "This...this is too much...590 billion won?"

His tongue was stammering, and his face was full of shock.

Sun's mother was both surprised and delighted: "My dear son-in-law, this betrothal gift is too expensive. In our country, it is always the bride's family that gives the betrothal gifts. How can a son-in-law give such a generous gift to his parents-in-law? We absolutely cannot accept this!"

She knew Lin Lang was rich, but she didn't expect him to be this generous, and for a moment she was at a loss for words.

Lin Lang smiled and pressed down on Sun's father's hand, which was refusing, and said sincerely, "Father-in-law, Yizhen is the person I cherish most in my life. This little token is far less important to me than she is to me."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun was so agitated that he didn't know what to do. He could only look to his wife for help, "Is this appropriate?"

Sun's mother said with equal difficulty, "My dear son-in-law, you have given our bride's family such a generous betrothal gift. According to Korean customs, our bride's family cannot afford to reciprocate with such a large dowry!"

Lin Lang said with a smile, "Mother-in-law, this $5000 million dowry is to show our respect to you and father-in-law. Thank you for raising Yizhen so well. From now on, you can enjoy your life without worrying about making a living."

Sun's mother felt a surge of warmth upon hearing this, but was so shocked that she was speechless.

Mr. Sun hurriedly looked at Sun Yizhen, and said in astonishment, "Daughter, this...this...this?"

Sun Yizhen leaned against Lin Lang and chimed in with a smile, "Dad, Mom, please accept this. It's a token of Lin Lang's affection."

“With this money, you and Mom will achieve financial freedom. You can travel whenever you want, shop whenever you want. As long as you don’t spend recklessly or invest blindly, $5000 million is enough for you and Mom to live on for a lifetime.”

Looking at his daughter's happy expression and then at Lin Lang's sincere eyes, Sun's father finally nodded heavily, carefully tucking the bank card into his inner pocket as if it were a priceless treasure.

"Okay, okay! Your mother and I will accept it for you for now. If you and your husband ever encounter difficulties in the future, Dad can always take out this money to help you two."

Sun Yizhen smiled and said, "Dad, Lin Lang makes money easier than drinking water. This money is for you and Mom. Don't just save it and not spend it. Spend it when you need to. The first thing to do is to buy the car you want."

Sun's mother couldn't stop smiling. "Your dad isn't very interested in cars. He just likes to fish by buying a few brand-name fishing rods."

Lin Lang said arrogantly, "I'll send someone to order a small luxury yacht for my father-in-law, specifically for his fishing trips."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun waved his hands repeatedly and declined, saying, "No, no, no, son-in-law, your behavior will put pressure on your mother-in-law and me. As long as you treat Yizhen well, that's enough."

Sun's mother also hurriedly declined, saying, "No need, no need. Your father-in-law usually fishes for freshwater fish. It's too dangerous for him to go out to sea to fish all the time. Your son-in-law's thoughtfulness is already very gratifying to your father-in-law and me."

Sun Yizhen smiled sweetly: "Dad, Mom, now that you've traveled to the Tang Dynasty, I'll take you for a stroll along Zhuque Street to see the bustling prosperity of Chang'an. We'll also buy some porcelain and calligraphy and paintings to take back to the modern world, as they're all antiques that can fetch a high price."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun immediately saw a business opportunity and said with a smile, "My daughter is right, but we don't have any Tang Dynasty silver coins on us."

Lin Lang took out a stack of silver notes from his personal space, smiled and handed them to Sun Yizhen, saying domineeringly, "My dear consort, take these silver notes. If your mother-in-law and father-in-law want to buy anything, just communicate with the shopkeeper in Chinese to settle the bill. Make sure you buy everything you want and don't try to save me any money."

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Hehe..." Son Ye-jeong gave a playful curtsy.

Mr. and Mrs. Sun exchanged a glance. Their earlier doubts had vanished, leaving only curiosity about their journey through time. Their steps unconsciously followed the flow of people, eager to explore more secrets of this prosperous Tang Dynasty Chang'an.

Lin Lang followed beside her, watching Sun Yizhen stroll along Zhuque Street with a beaming smile, his eyes filled with warmth.

Mr. Sun shopped on the street with great interest, constantly touching the bank card in his pocket, his smile never fading; he couldn't have been happier.

As they walked, Sun's mother saw a Tang Dynasty girl wearing a black gothic-style lace dress and with red hair. She exclaimed in surprise, "Daughter, look, is that girl dressed in modern clothes also a time traveler?"

Following her mother's perspective, Sun Yizhen smiled and replied, "No, those are 'Shamate' girls from Chang'an. Lin Lang imported modern clothing into the Tang Dynasty to open a store and promote it, so it's normal to see people wearing modern clothes in the Tang Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Sun's mother covered her mouth and laughed, "I never imagined the Tang Dynasty was so interesting. It's a pity your father and I can't speak Chinese, otherwise we would definitely make a fortune selling modern goods in Chang'an."

When Sun's father saw a group of women dressed in stockings and short skirts, heavily made up, standing at the entrance and on the second floor of Pingkangfang, striking seductive poses to attract customers, he exclaimed in surprise, "Son-in-law, what is that place for?"

Lin Lang replied truthfully, "That is Pingkangfang, the largest brothel in Chang'an, where many high-ranking officials, nobles, and literati linger."

"After stockings, short skirts, and hair perming and dyeing techniques spread to the Tang Dynasty, courtesans in Chang'an vied to wear them, and their hair was permed into curls and dyed in various colors, giving it a similar feel to modern nightclubs."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun chuckled awkwardly and said, "Uh... I didn't expect Chang'an to have a red-light district."

Sun's mother rolled her eyes at her husband and teased him with a playful expression, "What? Honey, do you want to visit the brothels in Chang'an?"

"No, no, no," Mr. Sun quickly averted his gaze.

"Mom, Dad is a retired Marine, an honest and upright man. He wouldn't go to a place like that."

Mr. Sun scratched his head and chuckled, "My daughter spoke the truth. Don't you know my character?"

Sun's mother said with a smile, "Honey, I was just joking with you."

Just then, a series of rough dragging sounds and shouts suddenly came from the bustling Suzaku Avenue.

Lin Lang looked in the direction of the sound and saw several burly shop assistants at the entrance of Pingkangfang dragging a man out by the collar. The man was somewhat drunk, with disheveled hair, mud on his face, and staggering, almost unable to stand.

"Damn it, they dare to come to Pingkangfang to drink and patronize girls even though they have no money!"

One of the waiters kicked the man in the waist and cursed viciously, "I'm only beating you up today, that's letting you off easy! If you dare to eat for free and go to brothels again, I'll skin you alive!"

Another fellow joined in, punching and kicking, cursing incessantly: "You poor, penniless scholar, don't you know where you are? If you don't have money, get out of here and stop getting in the way!"

The man was beaten and curled up on the ground, clutching his head and groaning in pain. "Ouch... have mercy... I, Lu Zhaolin, am not one to renege on debts. I'm just a tiger fallen into the plains. I will definitely pay you back in the future..."

His voice was weak and tinged with resentment, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Upon seeing this, a cold system notification suddenly rang in Lin Lang's mind.

"Ding! Friendly reminder to the host, this person is Lu Zhaolin, one of the Four Great Poets of the Early Tang Dynasty."

"In his seven-character ancient poem 'Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an,' one line, 'The Liang family's painted pavilion rises to the sky, and the Han emperor's golden stem stands straight beyond the clouds,' subtly satirizes the extravagance of the powerful and wealthy. This angered Wu Zetian's nephew, Wu Sansi, who fabricated charges against him and imprisoned him, thus ending his official career."

“After Lu Zhaolin was released from prison, he suffered a great blow and gradually became depressed, eventually giving up on himself to this point.”

Lin Lang was secretly alarmed upon hearing this, and his gaze returned to the man struggling on the ground.

Unexpectedly, this is Lu Zhaolin, a Tang Dynasty scholar who was as famous as Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, and Luo Binwang, and who wrote "I would rather die than be a pair of mandarin ducks, I would rather be a pair of mandarin ducks than an immortal".

It is truly lamentable that a once brilliant poet has fallen into such a state of destitution.

Lin Lang subconsciously took a step forward, his eyes darkening, clearly moved by pity.