He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan sheathed his sword, turned his back to the woman, and said, "You should leave before I change my mind."

Where to go? How to get there? You think I don't want to go? That old monk didn't teach me how to get back. He just gave me a glass lock to use in an emergency, but he didn't tell me how to get back, okay? Careless! What a blunder! If only I had known this earlier. Hey, could this glass lock be a signal for the old monk to take me back? Thinking this, the woman picked up the glass lock and began to examine it. When she touched the diamond in the center of the lock, a bright light suddenly shot out. The woman was overjoyed. She guessed that this must be a signal for the old monk to take her back. The woman's eyes followed the beam of light expectantly out the window. Suddenly, she felt a tight embrace.

"My beloved consort, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Murong Junlan gazed at her intently.

Holy crap, what kind of plot is this? It scared me to death! "Your Highness, I am not your princess. Please let go. Men and women should not touch each other."

"My beloved concubine, have you forgotten me?" The prince held her tightly, refusing to let go.

"I'm not your princess anymore. Whether I was before or not, I'm not interested now. Your Highness, I'd rather go back to my 21st century. You're always hugging me and then killing me. I don't know when I'll lose my life here. I'm also not interested in knowing what kind of intermittent amnesia you have. I'd rather go back to my studies. Forget about time travel. Curiosity killed the cat."

"My beloved concubine, don't abandon me." The prince remained obstinate.

"Why hasn't that old monk replied to the message yet? Is it really late at night in the 21st century?" The woman was waiting for a reply, but after a long time, no light shone back from the window.

"My beloved concubine, did I frighten you? I apologize."

"I don't want to live like this anymore. I've only been here for a few days and I've already experienced the most thrilling plot in TV dramas, which has scared away all my longing for time travel."

"It's all my fault."

"Your Highness, we have different values."

"What are values?" the prince asked, bewildered.

"I can't explain this to you," the woman said impatiently. "I'm hungry." She wasn't just hungry; she hadn't even had a sip of water since she transmigrated.

"Someone, serve the Princess Consort her meal," Murong Junlan quickly ordered the maid. In an instant, the Prince's bedroom was transformed into a dining room, a first for the Prince. After all, it was a Prince's residence, so the food was quite good.

Just as the woman was wolfing down her meal, Murong Junlan quickly summoned his personal guard, Jiang He, the servant who had accompanied him to the Cliff of Broken Hearts. Murong Junlan said with a serious expression, "I have recently been suffering from intermittent amnesia. If I am about to kill the Princess Consort, you must stop me. If I accidentally kill the Princess Consort, I will take your life."

"Heavens! What kind of mission is this? The prince wants to kill someone, can he stop him? Besides, the prince's skills are definitely superior to his own. Would he dare to stop the prince if he had a death wish? But if he doesn't stop him, the princess might be accidentally killed by the prince, and he'll lose his own life too." After thinking it over and over, it seemed like he wasn't even in control of his own head, the guard Jiang He thought miserably.

Murong Junlan didn't care whether Jiang He was miserable or not. He calmly said, "Investigate for me what Chen Shimei is and what bastard is." Fortunately, there was still a job that wouldn't cost Jiang He his head. Jiang He accepted the order and fled to Wenyuan Pavilion as if he were running away.

When Murong Junlan returned to the dormitory, the woman had just finished eating and drinking. Seeing her satisfied expression, Murong Junlan's lips curled into a nice smile. "Looks like you were really hungry."

"Nonsense, why would I pretend to be hungry?" The woman burped and ignored him.

"It seems the meal I prepared for you is to your liking."

“That’s right. Your Highness, I would like a private room.” The woman said while wiping her mouth with a handkerchief.

"What use is it?"

"Stay here," the woman said seriously.

"Does the Princess Consort not like staying here with me?" A hint of displeasure flashed across Murong Junlan's face.

"Stay here? Forget about it. Nobody with a brain would stay in a house with such a high risk factor." So the woman glanced at the expectant prince and made up a reason, "Your Highness, this place is too formal. I'd rather stay somewhere more casual, somewhere with birdsong and fragrant flowers." The woman got up and prepared to go for a walk.

Murong Junlan stepped in front of the woman, coldly saying, "Is the Princess afraid I'll kill you?"

"Nonsense. Aren't you just asking the obvious? Isn't it satisfying to expose your own lies?" So the woman said helplessly, "Think what you want, but I don't like living here."

"Very well, I will arrange for you to live in Yan Garden in the west." Yan Garden has been built for several years, but Murong Junlan has never allowed anyone to live there.

"Thank you, Your Highness." The woman was overjoyed, but she restrained herself somewhat, as it was impolite to openly criticize someone's bedroom, especially a prince's. However, Murong Junlan noticed the woman's barely concealed expression. He smiled and a warm glint flashed in his eyes.

“However, I have a request.” Murong Junlan looked at the woman with eyes full of affection and tenderness. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her 360 degrees into his strong, broad chest. Murong Junlan gave her a domineering yet arrogant smile. “You have to promise to let me hug you every day.”

"Damn, what kind of domineering request is this? Did I agree to date you? This is all wishful thinking on your part!" The woman forgot that her original purpose in transmigrating was to make the prince fall in love with her, because what she was holding now wasn't a rabbit, but a wolf, a wolf that could take her life at any moment! However, considering the prince's skills, agreeing or not would have the same result; asking was just a formality. How frustrating! Looking at the ever-changing expressions of the person in his arms, Murong Junlan's mood immediately brightened considerably.