After the empress transmigrated, she became the judge of the entertainment industry.

Ye Sanqing recalled that he did indeed see this in his memory, it was said to be... a variety show?

She didn't quite understand what this "variety show" meant. Singing and dancing competitions existed in the past, and she occasionally presented awards to the winners, but beyond that, she knew nothing.

Furthermore, since this so-called "marriage contract" is not a contract, then the contract may be different from what she understands.

Thinking of this, I heard the little insect's voice: "Contracts are legally binding."

"I understand. So, what about variety shows?" Ye Sanqing shook her head. So inefficient! She'd been disturbed time and again today. How long had she been here? Less than two hours? How could she possibly catch up on over twenty years of life in another world in just two hours? Besides, the engagement hadn't even been clearly explained. She had absolutely no interest in the engagement, yet she hadn't found a chance to say so.

At this moment, Uncle Chen brought over a drink, placed it in front of Ye Sanqing, and stepped aside to ask, "Miss, are you having dinner at home?"

Ye Sanqing stared at the glass of brown liquid, remaining motionless for the moment, asking in his mind: "What is this?"

Coffee is a beverage made from roasted and ground beans, typically with a bitter taste.

"I see, it's just a different name, still the same drink. It seems many things here have something in common, just different names. I still need to learn that." Ye Sanqing raised his cup and took a sip. The taste wasn't far from what he remembered, so it seemed the Ye family's financial situation wasn't as ordinary as it appeared.

"Who else is at home for dinner?" Ye Sanqing put down his cup.

Uncle Chen replied, "It should only be Mr. Ye; Miss Ye hasn't been confirmed yet." Uncle Chen was secretly alarmed. Miss Ye seemed like a completely different person compared to a few days ago. Although he had asked her the previous times, he always received answers like "I eat alone in my room," and Miss Ye had never asked who was at the dinner table. Could her previous behavior have been a facade? No, no, no, Uncle Chen dismissed the thought. It was possible the young girl was hesitant to act rashly in this unfamiliar environment. However, Mr. Ye had previously expressed some reservations about this, seemingly believing that people should eat together at home, otherwise, what kind of order would it be?

"...Wait a moment, I'll come down and tell you later." Ye Sanqing got up to go back to her room. It was normal to have a butler and servants around, and it wouldn't get in the way, but she still preferred to be alone.

"Miss can just say so in the WeChat group," Uncle Chen hurriedly reminded her, probably because Miss San had been eating alone in her room and had forgotten about the WeChat group.

"Okay." Although he didn't know what it was, Ye Sanqing agreed without showing any emotion.

[WeChat group?]

[We'll probably find out about group chat features on social media apps once we go back and look at our phones.]

Ye Sanqing returned to her room and easily found her phone on the bedside table. She picked it up and, while discussing it with Xiaochong, tried out the functions a few times, then saw some unread messages on WeChat.

The original owner of this body doesn't seem to socialize much; she doesn't have many contacts on WeChat, but she does have quite a few groups for various minor roles in movies and TV shows.

Then there were the few pinned chat windows. Ye Sanqing believed that the pinned items were all important, so he clicked on them one by one to take a look.

First came Ye Wanyin's short essay. Ye Sanqing glanced at it and saw that it was mostly about how she was sorry, that she had acted foolishly today and that her sister would surely forgive her, without mentioning the real reason. She thought for a moment, practiced typing a bit more, and replied: "Your engagement with that person has nothing to do with me. Don't let me hear those two words again."

Then, with a swipe of his finger, he unpinned her chat window from the top and set it to Do Not Disturb mode. What a joke! Ye Wanyin came on strong; anyone with eyes could see she couldn't possibly have any good intentions towards her. He wondered how she had initially deceived the original owner of this body. Judging from her memories, the original owner was probably kind-hearted and considered them family, treating them with a friendly attitude. She just hadn't expected that such a gentle and kind exterior concealed such malicious intent.

Ye Sanqing scoffed. If they wanted to frame her, they'd at least create a complete chain of false evidence.

Then it was Ye Jin'er's turn. The message only said "The other party has accepted your friend request," and nothing else.

Next was Ye Tian, ​​whose message contained only one transfer, amounting to [amount missing].

It's hard to say what Ye Jin'er's attitude will be; let's wait and see. As for Ye Tian… Ye Sanqing stared at her phone, her gaze darkening. She didn't have many memories of spending time with her father, only that he was always busy with his research. She was actually more familiar with his research results than with him as a person.

It's better not to dwell on the past, because thinking about it only brings back memories of her other family members. Ye Sanqing realized that she had never even had a day when her whole family could gather together for a meal. Because her mother was away fighting for many years, she spent the most time with her mother, while her other siblings either died in battle, became disabled, or suffered mental breakdowns. In the end, she was the only one left alive. More than a hundred years had passed, and she simply couldn't remember what they looked like. She even had a vague concept of "family."

"Is this Ye Tian's usual behavior?" Ye Sanqing asked.

"According to the statistics, yes. And he's actually a fairly responsible father; at least he raised his children to adulthood," Xiao Chong exclaimed.

"No, you just mentioned that this country is free from war, so obviously raising children isn't that difficult," Ye Sanqing said.

[...Based on the information I found, it seems that it's common practice here for men and women to jointly raise children, which is why I made that comment earlier. I was careless.]

[That's not important. What's important is the purchasing power of money here.] It doesn't matter if Ye Tianrong has a hard life, or if she doesn't know how to get along with her family. There are always things she doesn't know how to do, and she can learn them from scratch. What Ye Sanqing cares about is money, and whether she has to work to earn income. Although it seems that she has no problem living here now, this is not the palace that belongs entirely to her.

[Initial data suggests that one yuan could be the annual income of an average office worker. However, purchasing power is related to local prices, so there are differences. Also, actors are high-income earners.] Xiaochong knew what she wanted to ask and quickly replied.

"What does he mean by giving me this? Am I supposed to sell him something?" Ye Sanqing asked, puzzled. She glanced at the date; it was the day the original owner of this body had just returned home. She was even more confused.

"It seems to be a gift for meeting someone," Xiaochong replied after quickly checking the information.

"Gifts? In other words, this isn't a sustainable source of income; it's just occasional income," Ye Sanqing added.

[It seems so.] The little insect grew somewhat anxious. Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation all require money. It currently doesn't need energy as it lacks a physical body, but His Majesty… how could he possibly go to work!

"It's alright, and you don't need to call me 'Your Majesty' anymore. You can choose any other way to address me." Ye Sanqing decided that the change in mindset would begin with how he addressed people. Since there was no emperor here, he would abandon this identity and live a good life as an ordinary person, Ye Sanqing.

"Your Majesty!" Little Insect cried out anxiously, but knowing her decision was irreversible and there was absolutely no way back, she remained silent for a few seconds before replying, "Yes, Master."

Ye Sanqing continued looking at his phone when a new message came in.

[All you mortals, step back: Shall we go out for dinner tonight?]

Ye Sanqing looked puzzled and then glanced at the note: Eldest Sister.

What's going on? Is Ye Yifan someone with such a strange sense of humor?

"[Qing: Where to?]" she thought for a moment and replied. Since there was an opportunity, she would like to get to know this older woman.

Ye Yifan sent his location with the message: "[Come find me first.]"

[Qing: OK]

"What should I wear? And what etiquette should I observe? Please look it up now." Ye Sanqing got up and went to the dressing room, asking questions as he searched.

Judging from her appearance, the original owner of this body had decent taste; most of her wardrobe consisted of simple, lightweight, and plain-colored clothes, which she was quite content with. She used to hate all sorts of ceremonies, having to wear heavy and elaborate robes every time—it was truly…unbearable to recall.

Following Xiaochong's suggestion and taking into account the weather outside, she chose a black fitted long-sleeved top, black jeans, black ankle boots, and a leather jacket. She tied her hair up and prepared to go out.

"Master, transportation," the little bug reminded him. "And the group the butler mentioned."

The word "housekeeper" sounded somewhat resentful. It seemed Xiao Chong felt his position had been usurped and was unhappy. Ye Sanqing chuckled and said, "I'll go ask him. Besides, don't worry about your position."

There was no need to specifically ask about WeChat groups; she picked up her phone again, found a prominently displayed group, and typed: "I'm going out tonight."

She thought for a moment, then found the WeChat account named "Housekeeper Chen" in the group chat, clicked on it, and found that they were already friends. Great, that saves trouble.

[Qing: The family owns a car]

[Butler Chen: If Miss San needs a car, I'll arrange a driver right away.]

Ye Sanqing followed the route from the original owner's memories to the garage, where he found Butler Chen and the driver already waiting by a car.

Ye Sanqing thought to himself, "This thing is quite retro; it even has wheels," and got on the vehicle.

Then her expression turned sour. She had thought the wheels were just decorations, like the useless styling of some jet-powered cars, but it turned out they were actually running on the road on tires?

Are all cars in this world like this?

"Yes." The little insect's tone was tinged with sadness again. "Technological level..."

"Well, at least there will be fewer mid-air accidents this way." Ye Sanqing recalled the scenes of cars and small aircraft busily traversing the skies above cities in the previous world. It seemed faster, but the unpredictability was also much higher. Perhaps it's safer as it is now.

The interior of the car was fairly comfortable, although it was a bit cramped to stretch one's legs... but since he was already there, Ye Sanqing thought he would buy a suitable car himself if he found one, and turned to look at the scenery rushing past the window.

Many cars, many tall buildings, night is falling, the streetlights gradually begin to light up, giving the distant steel jungle a dim, hazy feel.

Following Ye Yifan's instructions, Ye Sanqing got out of the car in the underground parking lot, dismissed the driver, and waited near the elevator.

When she arrived, she saw the exaggerated facade of the Nightfall Group building and couldn't help but marvel at Ye Yifan's unique sense of humor and perhaps his unique aesthetic sense. What was essentially an ordinary high-rise building was covered in sharp metal decorations, resembling from a distance a sword thrust into the ground, or a lava flower blooming upwards from the earth's core, its surface solidified into black crystals.

So the moment she saw Ye Yifan step out of the elevator, she said, "Nice building."

"You think it's good too? This design is lucky for me." Ye Yifan spotted Ye Sanqing immediately, and before he could even greet her, he was surprised by her words. Since the design drawings came out, and even now, so long after construction, no one has genuinely thought the building's appearance was good. Her mood improved after get off work. "Come on, I'll take you to a new shop."

Ye Sanqing followed her at a distance, asking, "Why did you decide to invite me out for dinner today?"

"Maybe he just doesn't like Ye Wanyin and wants to make it up to you," Ye Yifan replied casually as he opened the car door.

Ye Sanqing glanced around the car and, based on the principle of facilitating conversation, chose to sit in the passenger seat. "Don't you like her?"

"Hmph." Ye Yifan snorted coldly, offering no further explanation. "I'll explain in detail later."

The place we were going to wasn't far, about ten or twenty minutes away. But after turning a corner, the scenery changed dramatically. The sounds seemed to diminish instantly, the hustle and bustle of the outside world was shut out, and all we could see was greenery.

“...Green.” Ye Sanqing murmured, unable to resist reaching out to press her hand against the car window. She had never seen such a view since she was born.

Ye Yifan only heard the word "green" and replied, "The greenery here is pretty good, isn't it?" After seeing Ye Sanqing nod, he added, "It's a small shop run by my friend. It's quite a feat for her to find such a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle."

Ye Sanqing sensed the difficulty in her words and asked, "My little shop?"

"It's still quite small, you'll see when you get there."

After driving for another two or three minutes, the car stopped in front of a three-story building. A young woman was standing in front of the door, seemingly waiting for them.

...The sign hanging on the door still reads "Small Shop".

"You're here really early today. Not much work at the company?" The person waiting at the door greeted them as they got out of the car, first greeting Ye Yifan, then looking at Ye Sanqing, "What's your name, sir?"

"My sister, Ye Sanqing," Ye Yifan introduced, then said to Ye Sanqing, "My friend, Du Jiayao."

"Hello." Ye Sanqing nodded.

"Come in quickly. Luckily, I prepared in advance, otherwise you might have had to wait when you arrived." Du Jiayao led the two into the room.