He Lan Tianxia

For the next few days, Murong Junlan went to the palace to attend court. The woman stayed in Yan Garden, listlessly playing games with turtles for days without making any progress. She increasingly regretted not bringing her phone with her when she transmigrated. She regretted listening to Old Shang's words that there was no electricity or signal here, so bringing it would be useless. But why couldn't she have brought a power bank, or at least downloaded a few TV series to watch for as long as possible?

Actually, the woman was increasingly finding it boring. Her time in the past wasn't as romantic as depicted on TV; on the contrary, it was incredibly dull. She felt she was more suited to living in the 21st century. There were computers, TVs, cell phones, cars, markets to browse—everything was there. Although studying was a bit tedious, life was still vibrant and colorful. But here, she didn't even have a single friend. The prince, who suffered from intermittent amnesia, was quite handsome, but he was only kind enough to remember her; otherwise, he'd resort to violence. Living in constant fear, forget about falling in love with him; even his presence required her to be mindful of his mood. It was depressing. Suddenly, the woman realized with a flash of insight that she had overlooked one place: the Cliff of Broken Hearts. Yes, that's where she had rolled to get here; if she wanted to go back, she should roll back from there.

So she went to the Prince's study, Wenyuan Pavilion, to find him, but the guards said he wasn't there. Bored, she picked up a book and flipped through it to pass the time.

Murong Junlan stayed in the palace for more than ten days before returning. It wasn't that he didn't want to come back, but as soon as he finished his current task, the Emperor gave him a new assignment. He didn't know that this was the Empress Dowager and the Emperor's way of keeping him there. On the sixth day, he actually wanted to return, but then his grandmother suddenly fell ill and was sick for six or seven days. During this time, the Emperor actually sent people to the Prince's residence to assassinate the woman, but strangely, they couldn't find her. The entire Prince's residence was deserted.

Upon returning to the Prince's mansion, Murong Junlan's feet involuntarily led him towards Yan Garden. He didn't see the woman, and when he summoned his guards, they also said they hadn't seen her or that she had left the mansion. Murong Junlan panicked. He belatedly realized he might have been deceived. He couldn't recall that she was his princess consort, but he remembered that he was the one who had let her stay in Yan Garden. Where could she have gone? Murong Junlan immediately ordered a thorough search of the entire mansion, leaving no corner unchecked, determined to find her alive or dead.

But after searching for a whole day, the result was still the same, and Murong Junlan felt a strange mix of emotions. He didn't know if this woman who had flashed through his life was an important person in his life, but now that she was gone, he felt a vague emptiness and lingering attachment in his heart.

Murong Junlan guessed that the Emperor and Empress Dowager must have arrested the person, so he summoned Jiang He to the palace to demand the person's return.

"Outrageous! You actually doubt me because of a vixen?" The Emperor was furious. "Look at yourself now! If you continue like this, you will remain in the palace and will not be allowed to return home."

Murong Junlan returned to the Prince's mansion empty-handed after a fruitless and fruitless attempt to find anything. He remembered the "time travel" and "21st century" that women often talked about—what exactly were these? He decided to investigate for himself; in the world of women, his knowledge seemed insufficient. So, after dinner, Murong Junlan studied alone in the Wenyuan Pavilion by lamplight. At midnight, unable to bear the drowsiness, Murong Junlan rested his head on his desk for a short nap. In his hazy, dreamlike state, he heard a woman's murmured words. He jolted awake, looked around, but saw no trace of her. He went out to search the pavilion, but found no sign of her. Only the occasional croaking of frogs in the pavilion told of the loneliness of those still awake in the darkness. A crescent moon hung lightly in the sky, its pale light carrying a faint sadness, falling with the gentle passage of time into a lonely heart.

Murong Junlan casually plucked a leaf, placed it to his lips, and the melodious tune became even more melancholic. He stood there for an unknown amount of time before returning to his desk to examine the stack of yellowed bamboo slips, but found nothing. In his drowsy state, he heard the woman's murmurings again.

"Murong Junlan, you bastard."

"..."

"Pervert."

"???"

Murong Junlan actually disliked being called by his full name and insulted, but at this moment, he felt an insatiable joy upon hearing it. He held his breath and then heard, "Daring to marry two wives at once, you perverted bastard, you pervert..." As Murong Junlan listened, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a beautiful smile, but where was he?

A restriction? There must have been a restriction; how could he have forgotten that? He hurriedly waved his hand and broke the restriction. My goodness, that woman was actually sitting next to him, asleep on the book "Dream Pavilion." She was just talking in her sleep. Murong Junlan was about to wake the woman when she started talking in her sleep again: "Old monk, I want to go back. I don't want to stay here. I've called you so many times with the glass lock, why haven't you come yet? Are you asleep? Are you...? I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

Going back? Going back to where? The glass lock? So this glass lock was for sending signals. She wants to leave? Then what about me… Murong Junlan reached out and touched the glass lock. Suddenly, a bright light shot out, and some familiar scenes resurfaced. Instantly, Murong Junlan seemed to understand something: this glass lock helped him regain his memories, and it was also for the woman to send a signal to leave. Was the restriction automatically set up by the glass lock to protect the woman? Because it seemed the woman didn't seem to have any special abilities. No, I'll keep this glass lock for her myself; I'll take care of protecting her from now on. So Murong Junlan gently removed the glass lock from the woman's neck and put it in his pouch.

Could the woman, the eagle, the glass lock, and the sachet all be connected? For the first time, Murong Junlan looked at the woman so intently. Her petite face, delicate features, smooth, fair skin, and ethereal beauty, coupled with her elegant demeanor, made her stand out. Beneath her long eyelashes were faint dimples, a touch of childlike capriciousness in her appearance. This refreshingly beautiful little girl hadn't even forgotten to scold herself in her sleep. He smiled, revealing a warm, perfectly timed, and loving smile.

Murong Junlan gently carried the woman back to his bedroom, while he took the "Dream Pavilion" and the small sachet and sat on the stool in front of his bed to study them. In a daze, a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he drifted off to sleep.

A ray of sunlight streamed through the window at dawn, and a magpie chirped outside. The person in bed groggily awoke. Good heavens, how did she end up in Murong Junlan's bed? She blinked, trying to clear her mind. Wait, she should have been sleeping in the study! Wait, where's her copy of *Dream Pavilion*? She remembered; she had fallen asleep while reading it. The dream seemed rather long, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger. She jumped up and saw Murong Junlan sitting by the bed, seemingly still asleep. Just as she was about to get out of bed, she noticed the book and the small sachet in his hands. She took the sachet, and Murong Junlan woke up.

"My beloved concubine, you're awake?" Murong Junlan smiled gently at her, then noticed the small sachet in her hand. "You like this sachet? Here, it's for you."

"What 'like'? This is hers, isn't it?" There were even words the old monk had told her to write inside. She quickly opened it and, sure enough, there was the colorful note: "Though we lack the wings of a phoenix to fly together, our hearts are connected by a single thread of understanding; meeting Junlan at the edge of the Cliff of Broken Hearts, why would we, like phoenixes, fly together?" She suddenly remembered the old monk's words: if she could make Murong Junlan fall in love with her, she could enjoy a life of wealth and honor, and grow old together. A blush instantly spread across the woman's face. She shoved the small sachet back into Murong Junlan's hand and, under his bewildered gaze, fled like a rabbit.