The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

When Zi'er slowly awoke, her head felt dizzy, as if she had just experienced a long and hazy dream. She opened her eyes, and everything she saw seemed so familiar, yet for a moment she could hardly tell when and where she was.

As she regained consciousness, she looked around, and the scenes in her memory emerged one by one. It turned out that she had already left the world of "Young Man on White Horse Drunk in Spring Breeze".

Recalling every little thing he had experienced in that world, especially the things between him and Nangong Chunshui, his mind kept echoing the words that Nangong Chunshui said to him when he was dying: "You still have thousands of years left, will you look for someone else?" At that time, his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes revealed endless attachment and reluctance.

It was at that moment that Zi'er deeply felt that Nangong Chunshui had always been deeply concerned about her in his heart. He even remembered the joke that Li Xinyue had once said, "This time it is Senior Mo's turn to have countless husbands after you!"

Thinking of this, Zi'er couldn't help but feel both angry and amused. She was angry that this guy was still entangled in these sentimental matters at such a critical moment of life and death; she was amused because after so many years, if she hadn't seen him dying with her own eyes, she would have laughed out loud.

Zi'er sighed softly, muttering to herself, "What a fool..." Before she finished her words, she slowly stood up and walked to the window. Outside the window, the familiar scenery was still there: green mountains, green waters, birdsong, and fragrant flowers. However, in her eyes, it only added a bit of melancholy.

Just as Zi'er was lost in her own thoughts, a gentle breeze suddenly blew by, carrying a faint, elegant fragrance. Then, a burst of laughter, as clear and melodious as silver bells, reached her. Zi'er looked up and saw several of her sisters approaching in a group, their figures as charming and beautiful as flowers blooming in spring.

The moment she saw her sisters, the gloom on Zi'er's face vanished, replaced by a smile of joy from the heart. All the worries and troubles that had been lingering in her heart disappeared at this moment.

"Seventh sister, you're finally back!" The eldest sister came forward with a smile on her face, her eyes showing deep concern. She walked quickly to Zi'er, gently took Zi'er's hand, and looked up and down at the sister in front of her who made her worry so much.

The other sisters said: "Yes, yes, Seventh Sister, we miss you so much, even Mother won't let us come to see you."

"Sisters, I've missed you so much!" Zi'er came running over like a cheerful little bird, diving into the sisters' arms. The sisters hugged each other tightly, feeling the deep friendship and warmth between them. For a moment, the room was filled with silvery laughter and warm greetings.

Everyone gathered together, chatting and sharing recent experiences and anecdotes. Some recounted their own wondrous adventures, drawing amazement from the crowd; others shared their daily troubles, to which the sisters offered advice, comfort, and support. The entire scene was lively and overflowing with warmth and joy.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the sisters stood up to say goodbye. Zi'er watched them walk away, her heart filled with reluctance, but the gloomy mood she had just woken up was gone. At this moment, she seemed to be touched by the sisters' love and care, and she was revived.

She turned to look at Mianmian, who was still sitting there absorbed in watching TV series, and asked excitedly, "Mianmian, which world are we going to next?"

Mianmian was so engrossed in the exciting plot that she couldn't help herself. When Zi'er mentioned something serious, she reluctantly turned her gaze away from the screen. Blinking her eyes, she pondered for a moment before answering, "Hmm... let me think about it. There are two worlds now. One is called Yun Zhiyu, also a martial arts world. It mainly tells the story between the righteous Gongmen and the villain Wufeng. It tells the story of the rebellious Gong Ziyu, a young master of the Gongmen, and the freedom-hungry Wufeng spy Yun Weishan. He lost his father and brother overnight, and was appointed the head of the family in a critical moment, only to find that dangers abound. She was sent to lurk by his side, but she was torn between gaining freedom and gaining love.

Another is "Song of Youth," which tells the story of the generation after the young man "Drunken White Horse in the Spring Breeze." It features the fledgling knight Lei Wujie, enticed by the fame of Xueyue City, the greatest city in the martial arts world, when he strays into Xueluo Mountain Villa. On his first outing, he smashes up the inn owned by the innkeeper, Xiao Se, and is held liable for damages. Forced to take Xiao Se along, he journeys to Xueyue City to borrow money and repay a debt. Along the way, he stumbles upon Tang Lian, Xueyue City's senior disciple, who is transporting a golden coffin, and unexpectedly becomes embroiled in an incident that shocks the entire martial arts world.

Zi'er: "I should have seen this TV series! Isn't the person in that golden coffin Ye Anshi, the son of Ye Dingzhi and Yi Wenjun?"

Mianmian echoed, "That's right, in the previous world, because of your interference, he wasn't even born."

Hearing this, Zi'er, who had returned to Heaven, felt like she had gone back to the past. She couldn't help but pout and argued a little aggrievedly, "Oh, what can I do? Do you think I should force them to do that? What's more, they both have families of their own. If I really did that, wouldn't it anger everyone?"

After hearing this, Mianmian smiled and said, "I was just complaining casually. By the way, don't you think this monk Wuxin is very handsome and good-looking?" As she spoke, she quickly handed the still photo in her hand to Zi'er.

Zi'er took the stills and was immediately drawn to the image of Wuxin. A touch of bright red cinnabar dotted between his brows made him look mysterious and alluring. She couldn't help but sigh softly, "Wow, this Wuxin monk is truly incredibly alluring."

At this time, Mianmian looked at Zi'er mischievously, and then deliberately teased: "Hehe, Your Highness Princess, it seems that you are no longer the simple and pure Seventh Princess." After that, she covered her mouth and laughed.

Zi'er gently stretched out her hand and patted Mianmian's furry little head as softly as a breeze across the lake. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she said in a tone that was neither angry nor angry: "Oh my, you little dumpling! You are really incredible now. You have become so bold that you even dare to tease me, the princess!"