I traveled through the Cretaceous period and farmed with the ever-changing dog egg.

"No, I don't want that. The thought of being trapped in my own little world every day, waiting for my husband's favor, and fighting with other women for that so-called affection. A resentful woman who can't be jealous, can't be jealous, and resorts to scheming and trickery! It's terrifying! I don't want to become that inhuman, ghostly thing. I, Lin Chaoyan, have my own pride. If I become like that, I'd rather be dead."

This is her bottom line as a modern person, the last line she has left to avoid being assimilated.

Remembering her teacher Zhang Guimei's words, Lin Chaoyan stood up, gazed at the snow scene outside, and recited the poem with great passion. She wanted to use these words to remind herself every day from now on.

"I was born a mountain, not a stream; I aspire to stand atop the peaks and look down upon the mediocre valleys. I was born a hero, not a blade of grass; I stand on the shoulders of giants and scorn the lowly cowards!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but her passionate words resonated like a great bell, striking the mother and son deeply.

"He never intended to confine you to the inner quarters! Never." Ying Zheng thought to himself. He had always wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with his beloved and move forward hand in hand.

"I'm back!" Wen Ci returned happily, carrying a cleaned pheasant and a rabbit. After standing at the cave entrance for half a day in the wind, her anxious heart finally calmed down.

Pshaw! Trying to steal my wife? Don't you even know who my wife is? Who wants to be your legal wife?

"I'm going out for a stroll!!" I want to build a snowman, roll snowballs, and roll around in the snow. Although Lin Chaoyan grew up in the south, it used to snow heavily when she was a child. It's just that since she grew up, global warming has made it snow less often.

"Aren't you worried about her?" Ying Zheng watched Lin Chaoyan's departing figure, his mind inexplicably stirred, concerned about her every move.

“Yan Yan isn’t a caged bird; she doesn’t need excessive protection. Currently, no one can hurt her except herself.” In Wen Ci’s view, Ying Zheng’s thoughts were a common trait of male chauvinism. He subjectively treated Lin Chaoyan as a weakling who needed his protection.

"Goose, goose, goose, neck arched towards the sky, white feathers floating on green water, red webbed feet paddling through clear waves. My big white goose, come back with me!" Lin Chaoyan found a clean patch of snow and started building a snowman, soon making a big white goose.

Looking up, the snowflakes danced in the moonlight, like silvery-white butterflies fluttering in the air. They fell lightly, like angel feathers, drifting in the wind.

"May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart. I wonder if this bright moon will look the same a thousand years from now." Lin Chaoyan stood there holding the big white goose, somewhat lost in thought, and then slipped away.

"Ya~ Hoo~..."

The thrill excited her so much that she didn't stop; instead, she went even faster. Lin Chaoyan held the large white goose tightly in her arms, enjoying the speed and passion.

A blue figure darted swiftly through the forest, but then, in a moment of joy, she tripped over something and fell flat on her face.

"Waaaaah!! My big white goose~" Just as Lin Chaoyan was crying for her heroically sacrificed white goose, the lump that had been tangling with her actually moved.

"Hungry~~~~~"

"Holy crap!" Lin Chaoyan immediately scrambled to her feet, her eyes warily fixed on the source of the sound. "No ghosts, don't scare yourself," she reassured herself before rummaging through the snow.

When she turned it over, she realized it was a person. Although the moonlight was bright and Lin Chaoyan had excellent eyesight, she could only vaguely make out that he was a handsome man.

"Fairy~"

The person on the ground lost consciousness after speaking.

"Hey! Hey! Don't try to scam me! I'm not taking you back." Thinking about what happened to those who took people in, Lin Chaoyan turned and ran away, then remembered that she had no relatives, no house, no money, and had come back.

"Consider yourself lucky!"

They grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him back, leaving a long trail in the snow. Hearing the thuds of him hitting obstacles, he won't have a good time when he wakes up tomorrow.

"Yan Yan is back just in time! I've already roasted the meat." Wen Ci greeted her with a roasted chicken, like a child seeking praise.

"Ah Ci, you're still the perfect boyfriend, the epitome of filial piety, whether at home or traveling. What will I do if you disappear one day?" Once a habit is formed, it's hard to change, and Wen Ci has become her habit.

"No! No one can take me away from you. Unless you don't want me anymore, even if you don't want me, I will cling to you and never let go." One day in the future, fearing that Lin Chaoyan wouldn't want to see him, he would stay hidden by her side.

"Ayan, what are you holding in your hand?"

Judging from its appearance, Ying Zheng thought it was a person, or rather, a man.

Everyone then turned their attention to Lin Chaoyan's hand. Lin Chaoyan glanced down at it, then casually dragged the person into the cave and tossed them into a pile of hay.

"Oh, this! I just found it in the woods!"

Lin Chaoyan looked at the corpse lying on the ground with disdain and rubbed her head.

"He tripped me and made me fall flat on my face, it hurt like hell. When he wakes up, he'll make him pay for it. That way we'll have money to buy a carriage." He didn't look like he was short of money; that jade pendant looked like it was worth a fortune.

As soon as she said this, Lin Chaoyan was surrounded. Each person grabbed one of her hands and pulled her to sit down by the fire. They looked at her with concern and offered their help in a flurry of gestures.

Ying Zheng: "Ayan, are you injured?"

Wen Ci: "Yan Yan, let me rub it for you."

"I'm not injured, it just hurts a little from hitting a tree." Lin Chaoyan felt flattered by everyone's attention.

Lin Chaoyan devoured a large chicken leg and a rabbit leg all by herself at the barbecue restaurant. Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, each bite revealed a delightful contrast: the crispy skin left a lingering fragrance, while the juicy, tender meat almost burned her tongue.

After eating and drinking their fill, the four of them snuggled together and fell asleep. The fifth person, Lin Chaoyan, tossed him a military overcoat and then ignored him.

The seemingly ordinary night turned into a series of interesting events. Ying Zheng secretly held Lin Chaoyan's hand, and whenever Lin Chaoyan tilted her head toward Ying Zheng, Wen Ci would patiently guide her back onto her shoulder.

The last time Wen Ci simply pulled her into his arms, only to discover by chance that his wife's hand was being held by his little rival. Then, as if declaring his territory, he pulled that hand back.

Ying Zheng wanted to kill him again, and the idea arose that he would kill him every time he was resurrected.

"I, Han Fei, thank you all for saving me."

As dawn broke, everyone could see his face clearly. The young man looked to be in his early twenties, with delicate features, a handsome face, fair skin, and a straight nose. He wore a plain brocade robe, had a slender figure, a beautiful face, gentle eyes, and an indescribable air of elegance and grace.

He was sincerely thanking everyone, and despite his disheveled appearance, his refined and approachable demeanor was still undeniable.

"Han Fei? Haha!! Han Fei! He's a genius of our time! If we could learn something from him, we'd be rolling in it. How about we trick him into going to Xianyang?" Lin Chaoyan thought to herself, her smile polite but her heart overflowing with joy.

When it was Lin Chaoyan's turn, Han Fei froze on the spot. He had thought that the fairy he had seen last night was just a beautiful dream. He never expected that it was real. Now the fairy who had saved him was alive and well, looking at him with a charming smile.

"Fairy~"

After speaking, he realized that his impetuous manner was morally reprehensible, so he immediately looked away. Then he solemnly bowed deeply to Lin Chaoyan.

"I, Han Fei, thank you for saving my life, fairy!"

"Han Fei studied under Xunzi, a Confucian scholar. You also had a fellow student named Li Si, but you held different views and did not follow Confucianism, instead turning to Legalism. Are you this Han Fei?"

"Please, please don't share the same name with anyone else," Lin Chaoyan prayed silently in her heart.

How did she know all this so clearly? She even knew I was planning to abandon Confucianism for Legalism? Is she really some kind of fairy?

Han Fei suppressed his shock. "It is indeed me. Fairy, have you heard of me?" Was he really that famous?

"I've heard you're going to South Korea?" Knowing full well that his trip would be fruitless, she didn't try to stop him. Lin Chaoyan felt a deep regret that Han Fei was wasting his time.

"I know now, she really is a fairy. But why is she looking at me like that?" Han Fei felt inexplicably flustered under Lin Chaoyan's regretful and complicated gaze. "That's exactly what I was thinking! I hope the fairy can give me some guidance."

"I'm going to give Han Fei some pointers? How dare I!" Lin Chaoyan corrected Han Fei's address, "My name is Lin Chaoyan, not some fairy. The Lin in 'deep forest where nothing is known,' and Chaoyan is the Chaoyan in 'morning glory.'" She then pointed to the morning glow outside.