Su Ling's Time Travel

Bai Yanxuan and Xue Min stared at the secret letter on the table, their faces turning ashen. They knew this letter was enough to prove their crimes. A wave of despair washed over them; they didn't know how to deal with this sudden crisis.

"Miss Lianxin, we...we were just confused for a moment! Please let us go!" Xue Min said in a trembling voice.

Situ Lianxin looked at him coldly, her voice devoid of any sympathy: "Let you go? Have you ever thought about letting my mother go? She was killed by you!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yanxuan and Xue Min both lowered their heads, not daring to look Situ Lianxin in the eye. They knew they had no way out. They could only await their fate.

Situ Lianxin looked at them, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. She knew she had finally avenged her mother, but she had also lost so much. She had lost her former innocence and kindness, becoming cold and ruthless. She didn't know if what she had done was right, but there was no turning back.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew she had many things to do and couldn't waste time here. She stood up and looked at them coldly: "You'll all face Father's punishment! I'll make sure everyone knows about your crimes!"

Having said that, she turned and left, leaving Bai Yanxuan and Xue Min trembling in place. They knew their end had come. Situ Lianxin, however, began her new plan: to expose more crimes and cleanse the Prince's mansion of all corruption and darkness. Her heart was filled with determination and courage. She knew she would face even more challenges and difficulties, but she was prepared. No matter the cost, she would avenge her mother and fight for the future of the Prince's mansion!

As night fell, Situ Lianxin stood alone by the window of her study, gazing at the starry sky. Her heart was filled with unwavering resolve and conviction. She knew that her plan, though difficult, was the right one. She would prove through her actions that the honor and dignity of the Prince's Mansion were inviolable, and any act that disgraced the family would be severely punished.

She closed her eyes and silently prayed: May her mother's soul find peace; may the Prince's Mansion overcome this crisis and usher in a brighter future; may she herself remain true to her original aspirations and not be swayed by any difficulties...

Su Ling opened her eyes, and everything before her felt both unfamiliar and novel. The antique-style room, the sheer curtains fluttering in the bed, and the faint scent of sandalwood—all of this told her that this was no longer the modern city she knew. She sat up, looked around, and tried to clear her thoughts.

"Have I...time-traveled?" she murmured to herself, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her heart. She remembered clearly reading a book at home, so how did she suddenly end up here?

Just as she was wondering what was going on, soft footsteps came from outside the door, and then a graceful woman walked in. The woman was dressed in beautiful ancient costume, with a pretty face and a kind light shining in her eyes.

"Ling'er, you're awake?" the woman asked softly, her voice full of concern.

Su Ling was taken aback. Ling'er? Was she calling her? She looked at the woman with a puzzled expression and tentatively asked, "Who... are you?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, which quickly turned into gentleness: "I am your mother, Ling'er. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ling was startled. Mother? Had she really transmigrated? She tried hard to recall the events before her transmigration, only to find that she knew nothing about this world. She decided to accept this identity first, and then slowly find a way back.

"I...I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy," Su Ling said, trying to sound calm.

Hearing this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. You get some rest, I'll go prepare some food for you."

After saying that, she turned and left. Watching her departing figure, Su Ling felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. She knew she was no longer that girl from the modern city, but Su Ling from this world of cultivation.

A moment later, the woman came in carrying a steaming bowl of soup noodles. She placed the noodles on the table and said softly, "Ling'er, come and eat something."

Su Ling walked to the table and looked at the bowl of delicious-looking soup noodles, a warm feeling welling up inside her. She picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, and felt her mouth water, the aftertaste lingering endlessly.

"It's delicious, thank you, Mother," Su Ling said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, a hint of relief flashed in the woman's eyes: "I'm glad you like it, eat more."

Su Ling nodded and continued to savor the delicious noodle soup. She knew she needed to adapt to this new identity and environment as quickly as possible in order to survive in this world of cultivation.

After dinner, Su Ling decided to go for a walk and familiarize herself with this new world. She left her room and walked along the corridor. Along the way, she saw many people dressed in ancient costumes coming and going, and couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

As she walked, she suddenly heard a hearty laugh. Following the sound, she saw a man dressed in fine clothes chatting and laughing with a group of people. The man was handsome, with an imposing presence, giving off an air of extraordinary elegance.