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

"My lords, please wait, the King invites you in."

There were some things that were not convenient to say in public, and Ying Zheng was already waiting for the two of them in Zhangtai Palace.

Lin Chaoyan… Lin Chaoyan… Ayan? It’s you, isn’t it? It must be you. Who is threatening you? And why have I forgotten you so completely?

"Your Majesty, the two lords have been brought here."

Zhao Gao led the man in and then respectfully stepped aside to stand guard.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects..."

"This humble general pays his respects to Your Majesty..."

"No need for formalities..." Ying Zheng stroked the purse in his hand, trying to find more memories about her.

Just like those words I heard in the main hall, it seems she had said them to herself and to others as well.

"Hello Zhao Zheng, my name is Lin Chaoyan, Lin as in forest, and Chaoyan as in morning..." These words flashed through Ying Zheng's mind. Zhao Zheng... that's how I addressed her when we first met!

"Chen Lian, let me ask you, what does Lin Chaoyan look like?" And what do those two men look like? Are they more handsome than me? Ying Zheng's heart told him that Lin Chaoyan was extremely fond of beauty, regardless of gender...

"Your Majesty, Miss Lin is estimated to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. She is extremely beautiful, aloof, and indifferent, like the bright moon in the night sky, or the snow on a mountain peak. She is kind-hearted, stubborn but soft-hearted, and regards power and fame as dirt."

One of the men was so handsome it was almost blinding, while the other had white hair and wore a hammered hat, making his features unclear. However, Miss Lin appreciates beauty, so he must be quite handsome as well.

Despite being offended by her, she was still willing to lend a helping hand without holding a grudge. She did good deeds without asking for anything in return; Chen Lian felt that only a saint could do that.

All other characteristics match, except for the age. When she met him, he was eight years old. How could she possibly be only fifteen or sixteen? Could she have some kind of magic for preserving her youth?

And those two men made him eager to see Lin Chaoyan; he didn't want any man to take his place.

Who are those two men to her?

Guards? Calling them guards felt like an insult to Chen Lian. "Your Majesty, the guardians, these two were protecting Miss Lin. Even though they were present that night, they remained silent and didn't lift a finger. Judging from their attitude, they were acting in Miss Lin's best interest..."

Ying Zhengjian had asked enough questions and wouldn't get any more out of them, so he dismissed the two men.

"Zhao Gao, is it her?"

Is it you? The night I made love with her was six years ago. If there was a child, it would only be six years old, and it couldn't be my child. That night was her first time, so it couldn't be her child either. So why do the ages not match? Ying Zheng felt that he had overlooked something important.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is she. Only Miss Lin doesn't care whether you are the King of Qin or not. What she cares about is you as a person. Only she doesn't care about money, power, or status. She's even willing to give up the position of Queen." Zhao Gao paused after speaking, as if he had thought of something else.

"Your Majesty, Miss Lin has something that can prove her identity."

"What is it?" This villain's identity cannot be replaced by anyone; they are not worthy of it.

"The jade pendant was personally given to Miss Lin by the late king before his death. He told all the ministers present that she would be your future queen and entrusted you to her."

The other jade pendants were personally selected by your servant according to your request and carved by your own hand. There is a phrase on them that reads, "May we find one heart to share and grow old together."

You yourself tied it around Miss Lin's waist, and because she didn't like it, you even gave her a little threat. Who else in the world would do that? It was her; she actually refused a gift from the king of a country.

"She doesn't like it? She doesn't like what I made with my own hands?"...Am I that shameless? Why doesn't she like it? Does she like me? She's given herself to me...how could she not like it...?

"Miss Lin dislikes cumbersome things. Your Majesty, you haven't told her the origin of the jade pendant. Miss Lin is simple-minded and believes whatever you say. That jade has been with her for many years. If you hadn't opened it, Miss Lin might never have opened it in her entire life." That's why she is often driven crazy by you. If that person wasn't the King of Qin but someone else, Zhao Gao would have wanted to give him a beating.

…How could he have forgotten such a person? Didn't she leave because he forgot everything from the past? Ying Zheng imagined himself to be a heartless man.

"Who knows about Ayan's affairs? Who was present when Father entrusted her with this task?"

Ying Zheng wanted to know why these people hadn't mentioned her at all, not even once.

"Your Majesty, it is said that General Wang Jian, General Wang Ben, General Meng Ao, General Meng Wu, and the Empress Dowager are all present."

Later, Li Si, Lord Li, and Prime Minister Lü also met her, but Lin had to live a secluded life due to some unavoidable reasons, so he forgot about her.

The eunuch Gao, who passed away some years ago, had served Miss Lin for many years. The eunuch Du, whom Miss Lin took with her, was someone he had personally trained.

These were Gao Qiu's last words to Zhao Gao. During those days, he spoke most of all about Lin Chaoyan, his heart filled with thoughts of her. He worried that Du Ming wouldn't serve her well, that she might encounter someone as cunning as Ying Zheng, and that she might be sold off…

Li Si? He knew too? So everyone around him knew, except for Zhao Gao—everyone, including his own mother, had kept it from him. Ying Zheng suddenly felt incredibly angry!

"Send a letter to my mother, asking her to look for her in Yongcheng..." I need to deal with Lü Buwei before I can find time to go find her.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a time of joy and celebration, with the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms filling the garden.

The sweetness of mooncakes spreads good tales, and friends gather in endless joy.

Enjoying the moon and sipping tea together, we think of our families and our hearts are connected.

The landscape is picturesque, a scene of poetry and painting; the moon is full, and people are reunited in embrace.

In another world, on this special Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone is eating mooncakes they made themselves and preparing to celebrate the festival with their friends.

At this time when families should be reunited, Lin Chaoyan seemed somewhat sad. She gazed at the bright moon in the sky, her thoughts swirling. "It's been such a long, long time since I've seen my parents..."

Lin Chaoyan said softly, "Their faces are starting to blur in my memory. Will I ever truly forget them?"

Her words immediately weighed heavily on their hearts; weren't they the same? In this unfamiliar world, they were all searching for their own place to belong.

After a moment of silence, everyone began to share their stories. They talked about their hometowns, relatives, and familiar faces. Even Han Dong, who had always resented and rejected his parents, felt a strange change in his heart. The moon gradually rose higher, illuminating the entire night sky. Everyone gathered around the dinner table to admire the bright moon together.

"Don't be sad, come on, this is your favorite braised food..."

Qiu Shenji couldn't understand her feelings; he couldn't even guarantee that one day in the future he wouldn't let her watch him die.

I reckon that besides these two elder brothers who cultivate immortality, neither I, Xiao Dong, nor Du Ming can accompany her for very long. I'll be her brother, uncle, father, grandfather…

"Asagao, should we try writing letters to our future family? Let Du Ming's descendants pass them down from generation to generation until they reach our parents..." Just to be on the safe side, it would be best to have several people pass them down through generations; surely someone will be able to deliver them!

“Great idea! Not only should Xiao Du’s descendants be preserved, but our descendants should be preserved as well…” Six years have passed, and Qiu Shenji really doesn’t think he can go back.

The three of them returned to their respective rooms and began writing letters.

Dear Mom and Dad

How are you all? When you read this letter, I will be in the Qin Dynasty in 237 BC. The current King of Qin is Ying Zheng, who has had two failed romances.

My first boyfriend was named Wen Ci. He was a very good and gentle boy. He was there for me through countless difficult times, always unconditionally spoiling me, tolerating me, and respecting me.

We fought side by side. He was the ideal partner. He always hurt himself to the point of injury for me. We talked about marriage and even agreed to take him to meet you when we got back. We even planned the wedding.

He loved me very much, and I loved him too, but fate played a cruel trick on us, and we drifted apart. He said he would come back, but I don't know when he will.

The second person was Ying Zheng, a domineering, autocratic, and despotic man. I watched him grow from a little boy into the King of Qin, watched him rise from nothing to something. He loved me too, very much, but that love was too forceful, too much for me to bear. I loved him too, but not nearly as much as he loved me.

In 242 BC, I left him because I knew his future, I knew exactly what he would become. My daughter couldn't share a husband with other women, and I couldn't guarantee he wouldn't tire of me among those women.

Therefore, I chose to leave him, stay away from him, and forget him.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, August 15th. In Yongcheng, Qin State, I met Han Dong, a fellow high school student, Qiu Shenji (a fortune teller with a family tradition), and Du Ming. Also there were Mo Nanfeng and Nie Lianzhou, my nephew and disciple.

We all made mooncakes together, and looking at that bright moon, I missed you all again. Han Dong suggested writing a letter home to you…