Transmigrating into a novel and becoming a beloved figure in interstellar space, this gentle yet arr

After sitting in on classes all morning, Jin Wuyou had given up all hope for the afternoon's lessons.

After having lunch with her cousins, she said she wouldn't be coming to her afternoon classes.

Lan Xicheng and Lan Xiyu looked at her accusingly, but that didn't change Jin Wuyou's mind.

Jin Yiling looked pleased.

My sister finally figured it out: playing games at home is so much more fun, why bother with all this suffering?

The Empress had no objections, of course. She felt sorry for the children in the classroom who wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep comfortably.

Of course, I'm not talking about her two children.

After lunch, since they were certain they wouldn't be attending afternoon classes, Jin Wuyou could go back for a nap, and Jin Yiling was also completely free. When they left the academy, both of them walked with lighter steps.

The siblings went back to their rooms. Jin Yiling was usually full of energy and never needed to take a nap, but the morning classes had left him feeling a bit drowsy.

While his sister rests, he should also take a nap.

Jin Wuyou fell asleep the moment his head hit the bed, but Jin Yiling was wide awake the moment he lay down, with no sign of sleepiness.

Helpless, he could only get up and play games or train, but studying theoretical and cultural knowledge was absolutely out of the question.

Jin Wuyou slept for two hours.

When I got up, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and my whole body felt uncomfortable.

Jin Yiling has already completed the game and is currently training outside, wielding a long sword.

"Brother." Upon hearing Jin Wuyou's call, Jin Yiling immediately sheathed his sword and walked towards her.

"What would you like to do this afternoon, little sister? Shall we go boating over there?"

“My second cousin brought me some seeds yesterday, and I want to plant them first.”

She asked for the seeds herself, and Jin Yizhi delivered them to her overnight, but she didn't plant them, not because she wanted to disappoint him.

"Okay, I'll go find you some flower pots and potting soil." Jin Yiling had no doubts and immediately went to find someone to make the arrangements.

The flowerpots and potting soil were delivered quickly, already thoughtfully filled; all they had to do was plant the seeds and water them.

The seeds given by Jin Yizhi were indeed excellent; most of them had some vitality, though some were weak and seemed like they might dissipate at any moment. Jin Wuyou couldn't guarantee that they would grow successfully.

All I could do was try my best, and I infused these seeds with my spiritual energy.

Then place it on the windowsill under the eaves.

The flowers grew very quickly; all I need to do now is take care of them daily.

For the rest of the time, Jin Yiling took Jin Wuyou to continue strolling around the palace.

As they passed a hilltop isolated by protective barriers, Jin Wuyou was filled with curiosity.

"Don't worry, there's nothing much to see inside. It's just a hobby study that my grandfather created on a whim, referencing the elegant culture of the ancient planet Earth. The culture is indeed elegant, but it's not suitable for people in the interstellar world now. He gave up after tinkering with it for two days, thinking that he would move in when his mental energy was really in complete chaos. So the place wasn't demolished, but it has been abandoned ever since, and no one has even cleaned it."

Jin Yiling tried his best to stop it.

"Why wait until you're completely mentally unstable before moving in? What special effect does the refined culture of the ancient planet have on you?"

"You should know that your mental sea is damaged. When your mental energy is in a rage, your head will hurt terribly. Any noise or movement will cause you to feel irritable. The more irritable you are, the more your head will hurt."

"For those whose spiritual sea is in turmoil, a quiet environment and a quiet mind are very important. I heard that studying the traditional culture of the ancient planet can calm the mind, so my grandfather created such a place. The environment is to maintain the surface of tranquility, while the things prepared inside are to maintain inner peace."

"So, the characteristic of this place is that it is quiet, so quiet that it makes people uneasy. After the place was built, my grandfather wanted to tear it down after only half an hour there on the first day."

Hearing him say that, Jin Wuyou wanted to go in even more.

My sister just wanted to go in and take a look, so why would Jin Yiling disagree?

But this place had been abandoned for a long time, with no one patrolling or cleaning it. Fearing that there might be some danger hidden inside, he first went to the guard team to borrow a few people.

After Jin Yiling told Chi Rui, he didn't expect the captain of the guard to come in person.

"Captain Chi, this is too much trouble."

Jin Wuyou said somewhat apologetically.

She just wanted to go in for a look and didn't want to cause anyone a lot of trouble.

"It's alright, Miss Wuyou. We don't have much to do while we're on duty at the palace. Today, we'll just accompany you on a tour."

Chi Rui certainly saw the guilt in Jin Wuyou's eyes, which was quite rare.

Most children her age do whatever they want without considering the consequences.

Putting aside Jin Wushuang, even the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and the Princess can sometimes be quite eccentric and prone to causing trouble.

“Miss Wuyou, please.” Chi Rui opened the electric door to the place and extended his hand to her.

"Okay, thank you." Wuyou nodded, smiled amicably, and then walked through the door.

The bluestone steps wind upwards through the bamboo forest, turning every ten steps, with no end in sight.

A stream meanders down the path beside the steps, and the sound of the stream accompanies you all the way.

Halfway there, a quaint four-cornered pavilion was built by the roadside.

There are wooden tables and chairs on the upper floor, where you can rest and enjoy the view.

Upon arriving here, Jin Wuyou realized that it was indeed too quiet.

Apart from the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo forest, there was no other sound.

Jin Yiling kept rubbing his arms, and even Chi Rui frowned.

Such an extremely quiet setting evoked their instinctive aversion.

Interstellar people seem to have an innate dislike for this kind of environment.

"Brother, are you alright? If it's really not good, let's go back." Jin Wuyou looked at him with concern.

"It's alright, little sister. Aren't you curious? We definitely have to go in and take a look. We'll just have to hurry."

Seeing the concern in Jin Wuyou's eyes, Jin Yiling was also moved. This was the first time he had ever felt such tender care from his brothers and sisters.

After all, in interstellar space, as long as you have a breath left, it's not a big deal; this is a consensus among everyone.

He pulled Jin Wuyou along and strode forward.

Climbing all the steps, the mountaintop is covered with artificial flowers of various colors and kinds, standing motionless, their petals covered in dust. In the middle of this sea of ​​flowers, a small courtyard surrounded by a white fence stands quietly.

Chi Rui started the automatic cleaning system.

In just a few minutes, the environment before us was completely transformed.

Chi Rui also led his men to inspect the place from the inside out, but found no problems.

Jin Wuyou entered the room and discovered that it was a small ancient planetary museum.

There is a musical instrument area, a book area, a study, and a tea room.

The musical instrument section was completely empty, apparently because no one had found a instrument they liked. The book section, on the other hand, was packed full, and Wuyou picked out a few books she liked.

The study contained all the necessary tools: brushes, paperweights, ink sticks, and felt, all perfectly packaged and never opened.

Calligraphy? It can indeed calm the mind.

But when there's no one supervising or forcing you to study, isn't the prerequisite for self-studying calligraphy simply having a calm mind?

How can someone who is already restless possibly calm down and write?

She could understand that these things had never been opened.

The adjacent tea room was equally well-equipped, with an antique and elegant tea table and complete sets of teaware displayed on shelves, all in boxes with the seals still intact.

Various types of tea were piled on the ground, box after box, all unopened.

"Are people still making these things now?"

So far, she hasn't seen anyone use it in interstellar space. If there's no market for it, will anyone actually make it?

"Of course, although the craftsmanship is completely different from before, by using the name of the ancient planet's tradition, one box here is enough for the manufacturer to live on for three years."

"That's outrageous! Can I pick one of each and take it home?"

She was tempted; after all, these were things she had liked in her past life.