After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

[Inside the soul-tracing mirror, modern time and space. ]

The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, sprinkling onto Xia Yurou's slightly confused but still beautiful face.

She sat up slowly and looked at the surroundings and the familiar furniture. Wasn't this her own boudoir?

There was a family portrait on the bedside table, and a large photo hanging on the head of the bed. In the photo, Xia Yurou was wearing a horse-faced skirt and holding a Fengming sword in a bloody battle. That was her symbol of honor as the Chinese God of War, but at this moment it seemed like a century away.

The doorbell rang suddenly, interrupting her thoughts.

Xia Yurou was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the door. Every step seemed to be stepping on fragments of memory, light and fragile.

When she opened the door, her best friend Su Wanqing was standing at the door with a bright smile on her face and breakfast in her hand. Seeing her haggard appearance, the smile on her face instantly turned into worry.

Su Wanqing put down the breakfast in her hand and asked anxiously: "Are you too tired recently and didn't get enough rest?"

After saying that, she helped Xia Yurou to sit on the sofa, and she half-knelt in front of her, her eyes full of concern.

Some vague black shadows flashed through Xia Yurou's mind. She wanted to catch but couldn't grasp any clear picture.

She said in confusion: "I seem to have forgotten something important. I feel empty and uneasy."

Su Wanqing sighed softly, and gently stroked the faint blue shadows under Xia Yurou's eyes with her fingertips, her eyes full of heartache.

"Look at the dark circles under his eyes. They have become national treasures."

As she spoke, she took out a pair of steam eye masks from her bag: "Here, put these on and relax."

Xia Yurou forced a bitter smile and took the eye mask handed to her by her bestie, letting the warmth of the mask slowly wrap around her tired eyes. Many images appeared intermittently in her mind, and even a blurry figure kept emerging.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart. Was it longing? Was it regret? Or...?

No matter how hard Xia Yurou tried to grasp that fleeting image, it was like holding onto a handful of quicksand; the harder she tried, the more it dissipated without a trace.

Seeing this, Su Wanqing quickly took off her eye mask and asked, "Yu Rou, are you feeling unwell?"

Xia Yurou collected her thoughts and forced a smile, but the sadness that inadvertently revealed itself was like an indelible shadow that quietly shrouded her heart.

She picked up a fried dough stick and took a light bite. The crispy outside and tender inside instantly awakened her taste buds and seemed to temporarily dispel the confusion in her heart.

Su Wanqing carefully filled Xia Yurou's cup with soy milk. Her movements were delicate and considerate. She said softly, "Try this soy milk. I picked it specially. It's said to be good for whitening your skin."

As she spoke, she also picked up the cup and started drinking.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and that smile contained both the tacit understanding between best friends and the cherishment for every moment of each other's lives.

Su Wanqing suggested, "Yu Rou, let's go to the newly opened shopping mall in the city center. There are not only all kinds of fashionable products, but also a great SPA center, which can help you relieve your fatigue."

Xia Yurou nodded, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised: "It sounds good, maybe it can help me stop thinking about it."

The two sisters just left as soon as they said they would, driving their cool BMW to the shopping mall, where there was a constant stream of people and the colorful shop windows attracted the attention of passers-by.

Su Wanqing took Xia Yurou's arm and walked through the crowd, visiting various interesting shops and drinking delicious drinks.

Afterwards, the two walked into the SPA center, where an ordinary-looking female beautician came up to them with a smile and led them to a more private room.

Inside the box, soft lights sprinkled on the soft carpet, and the air was filled with a richer scent of lavender, making people relax involuntarily.

Xia Yurou and Su Wanqing changed into soft bathrobes and lay on the massage bed. Two beauticians began to massage their shoulders and necks with just the right amount of strength, which not only relieved the stiffness of their muscles, but also seemed to dispel the haze in Xia Yurou's heart.

In a corner of the SPA, the dedicated manicure area exudes a faint lemon scent, and rows of colorful nail polishes shine under the lights, as if waiting to be given life.

Xia Yurou and Su Wanqing then sat side by side on the soft sofa. The beautician gently wiped the water droplets on their hands, preparing for this artistic journey on their fingertips.

Su Wanqing took the lead in picking out a crystal clear nude pink nail polish and said with a smile: "Yurou, this color is gentle and fashionable, which suits your temperament."

Xia Yurou smiled slightly, her eyes wandering among the many colors, finally landing on a bottle of starry blue. The color seemed to attract people's souls and made her intoxicated.

"I want this, which is a bit like the starry sky at night, mysterious and peaceful. I don't like bright colors."

The manicurist gently opened the bottle cap, and the starry blue slowly flowed between her fingers like the night falling and the stars falling into the mortal world.

She held a thin brush and carefully traced on Xia Yurou's nails. Each stroke was precise and rhythmic, as if she was painting a tiny picture of the universe.

Xia Yurou felt the slight coolness coming from her fingertips, and the blue color gradually spread on her nails, giving her a dreamy feeling, and the fragrance in the air made her feel relaxed and happy.

Su Wanqing was sitting nearby, also doing a manicure, and would chat about the handsome guy from time to time. Their laughter added a touch of warmth and sweetness to this tranquil scene.

Afterwards, they walked out of the mall holding each other's arms, carrying large and small shopping bags filled with many clothes and accessories.

Su Wanqing suddenly said mysteriously: "Yu Rou, let me tell you secretly, I've been working on something big recently."

Xia Yurou tilted her head slightly and asked curiously: "What's the big deal? Did your thesis get approval from your supervisor?"

"Yes, we are currently working on developing a time machine."

"Wanqing, do you really believe that you can travel through time and space?"

Su Wanqing nodded vigorously, with unquestionable power in her voice: "I have always believed that in this world, there are always some miracles that we have not touched. As long as we don't give up, one day, time and space will take us through the long river of time to witness those historical moments that only exist in legends and fantasies."

Xia Yurou's head suddenly hurt, and beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead. She covered her aching head with her hands tightly, as if she was trying her best to resist some invisible force.

Su Wanqing's face suddenly changed. She quickly supported her swaying body and called out anxiously, "Yu Rou, what's wrong with you?"

A trace of trance flashed across Xia Yurou's eyes. She spoke with difficulty, her voice as thin as a thread: "I seem to have... traveled through time... to an unknown time and space."

She said this in pain, her soul seemed to be torn apart.

A strong wave of dizziness came over Xia Yurou, and countless images flashed before her eyes: the Beiwang Mansion, the maid Xiaoxue, and the Beiling King whom she was obsessed with!

Xia Yurou clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms. The pain seemed to be more intense than the physical pain.

"I remembered..."

Her voice trembled, and every word seemed to come out from the depths of her soul: "I am the wife of the prince, the Princess of the North!"

As these words fell, the picture in Xia Yurou's mind gradually became clear: the gate of the Northern Prince's Palace was majestic and solemn, and what greeted her was endless dignity and restraint.

Xiaoxue's innocent smile always gives her warmth and meticulous care when she is most lonely.

And how could she forget the prince she loved so much?

Xia Yurou suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes, as if she had just woken up from a long dream. The real touch made her unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

She lowered her head and looked at her visibly pregnant belly. She felt a slight palpitation in her abdomen. It was the baby's gentle reminder, gently pulling her back from the vortex of time and space.

What she saw before her eyes was no longer the dazzling starry blue nails, nor the tranquility and fragrance of the SPA, but the crystal clear soul-tracing mirror. The mirror surface was slightly glowing with cold light, reflecting her slightly confused but gradually focused eyes.

She found herself standing in a long corridor, with intricately carved wooden wall lamps on both sides. The faint light added a bit of mystery to this lonely passage.