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"Alright, you go and participate," Tang Haiqiu decided promptly. "This is a great opportunity. If you manage to secure a spot in the international joint examination next year, I\'ll definitely celebrate for you!"

"If that\'s the case, Director Tang, don\'t blame me for taking advantage," Si Fuqing teased, raising an eyebrow. "If I get first place, will you announce it with a megaphone at your doorstep?"

"If you can secure first place, I\'ll do anything," Tang Haiqiu said, reassured. "But let\'s not get ahead of ourselves. Making it into the top fifty would be an achievement in itself. Let\'s aim for that."

Si Fuqing agreed, "I\'ll make sure to keep my efforts within reasonable limits."

Upon hearing this again, Sang Yanqing felt silent.

She couldn\'t help but wonder, is her artist\'s version of "reasonable efforts" meant to avoid startling others?

Tang Haiqiu noticed the helmet in Si Fuqing\'s hand and pointed at it, "What\'s this? Are you going racing?"

"No, it\'s just a small toy," Si Fuqing replied nonchalantly. "It helps with sleep."

Tang Haiqiu nodded, "How much is it? I\'ll buy one too. Anything you use must be top-notch."

"Well..." Si Fuqing hesitated, tactfully suggesting, "How about I make one for you instead? This is just a defective product. It might affect your brainwaves."

Tang Haiqiu: "..."

A few seconds later, he slowly said, "I shouldn\'t have asked."

Why did he insist on challenging his heart\'s endurance?

Now, he would need to take his medication again.

Tang Haiqiu clutched his chest and slowly made his way towards the director\'s rest area.

The Mortal Realm segment was complete. All that remained was for Sui Yan to return to the Celestial Realm, wreak havoc, and the series would officially conclude.

Tang Haiqiu sensed a new wave of xianxia fervor about to sweep through the Great Xia Empire.

He was determined to show the audience that, with him and Si Fuqing around, the xianxia genre would never die.

Tang Haiqiu dialed Director Qin\'s number, "Old Qin, how are things going with going on satellite TV? I\'m in a bit of a rush here. Hey, Fuqing was your recommendation. You\'ve got to put in the effort..."

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing returned to her dressing room.

She put on the gaming helmet, ready to log in and check on things.

Due to the helmet\'s limited functionality, the game\'s visuals were only in CG imagery, not fully immersive like a gaming pod would be.

It seemed she wouldn\'t be able to visit Ghost Valley to harvest the old man\'s herbs anytime soon.

As soon as she put on the helmet, Si Fuqing felt a slight headache.

Linking to a holographic game connects to the human nervous system, and her long absence from the game could naturally lead to some temporary adverse reactions.

Once the headache subsided, Si Fuqing opened her eyes, and the system\'s welcome tone sounded.

She had arrived in her login space.

[Welcome, SS09.]

[It has been detected that you have not logged in for a long time. To facilitate your upcoming gaming journey, the system has prepared a welcome-back gift package for you. Drawing your welcome-back gift...]

Si Fuqing\'s gaze sharpened slightly.

A welcome-back gift package?

Was this murderous game actually showing kindness to its players?

The large screen in the login space continuously updated.

She had no expectations for the gift package,

But she had to wait for the welcome-back gift to be drawn before she could enter the game world.

A minute later, the screen stopped updating.

[Congratulations! You are about to embark on the Great Xia Journey!]

[Time axis is adjusting——]

[Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one!]

[Welcome to the glorious era of Great Xia.]

[You will converse with ancient people across time and space. Tap the screen for interaction, and enjoy your game.]

Seeing these lines of system prompts, Si Fuqing\'s expression changed drastically.

This was...

The scene on the large screen finally changed, no longer mimicking the cities within "Eternity."

Instead, it was the real imperial capital of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Yong\'an City.

A thousand years ago, it was the most prosperous city in the world.

Without parallel.

The grand Great Xia, celebrated by all directions, revered by all nations.

At the same time, a chronological calendar appeared in the upper right corner of the large screen.

Si Fuqing\'s gaze became resolute.

The year was 666 of the Xia calendar.

Having read "The Chronicles of Emperor Yin" multiple times, Si Fuqing was acutely aware of what this point in time signified.

It was the year Emperor Yin was brought back to the palace.

At that time, he was only nine years old.

Since his childhood, he had been cast out of the palace, fortunate to be picked up by the abbot of a temple, which saved him from an early death.

However, the old emperor was incompetent and tyrannical, extorting wealth everywhere, leaving the temple\'s offerings far from prosperous. Even the monks struggled to feed themselves.

The abbot had no choice but to take him begging for alms.

Barely managing to raise him until the age of six, his mother became the imperial noble consort, yet he was still forbidden from returning to the palace.

After wandering for another three years, it seemed the old emperor finally remembered he had a son, allowing the chief eunuch to bring him into the palace.

But even after being brought into the palace, the old emperor did not care for him, simply throwing him into a side hall, leaving him to fate.

While other princes grew up in the palace, dressed in silk, feasting on delicacies, and living carefree lives.

This was where Emperor Yin\'s strength lay.

He spent nine years away, endured in silence for fourteen years, never being formally taught the ways of an emperor, unlike the crown prince who had countless teachers. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

When the struggle for the throne amongst the sixteen princes ensued, nobody thought he would eventually ascend to the throne.

His legendary life was something no one dared to depict.

There were many dramas about the Great Xia Dynasty, but directors unanimously avoided Emperor Yin\'s story.

It wasn\'t that they didn\'t want to shoot it; they couldn\'t.

Nor could anyone successfully portray this ambitious emperor.

The screen showed shifting scenes, like a movie, gradually zooming in from the vast Forbidden City to a small, cold palace chamber amidst a cacophony of noises.

Everything became real.

Si Fuqing confirmed that she indeed followed the game back to Great Xia, 1500 years ago.

This was something she had wanted to do multiple times.

She stepped forward to take a closer look when the system\'s mechanical voice sounded in her ear.

[Warning! Changing history is prohibited! If major historical events are altered, the player will be deprived of the right to life!]

Si Fuqing\'s eyes narrowed.

Deprivation of the right to life was the familiar part of the game she knew.

A holographic game with the ability to link to the past and future?

Indeed, among the evolved beings, some had abilities related to time, but at most, they could pause time for a second or two, already pushing their limits.

The flow of time is irreversible, and no matter what, the past remains unchanged.

"Eternity," this holographic game, who exactly was behind it?

She finally saw the young Emperor Yin\'s face.

At nine, he had not yet matured, dressed in ragged clothes and malnourished from his time wandering outside, appearing frail.

Yet, his spine was straight, unbowed by any hardships.

Si Fuqing reached out and poked the young emperor\'s face.

His brows furrowed but quickly smoothed out, remaining indifferent.

Si Fuqing was satisfied.

Good, she was invisible to him.

The game system was indeed reliable.

Nearby, two eunuchs conversed.

"Even his name has not been bestowed; it shows how insignificant he is to the emperor. Let\'s not meddle in this."

They were people of the palace, living at the mercy of the emperor and acted according to his wishes.

With both the emperor and the imperial noble consort disregarding the Ninth Prince as worthless, why should they care?

The eunuchs left, indifferent to the young boy\'s injuries and bleeding wounds.

These injuries were inflicted by other princes, who didn\'t fare better, as they had gone to complain.

The young boy slowly returned to the dilapidated palace, his wounds untreated, and painfully lay down on the ground, closing his eyes.

Wouldn\'t sleeping like this worsen his injuries?

Si Fuqing hesitated for a moment before trying to drag a blanket on the screen towards the boy.

The blanket actually moved.

She then covered the young boy on the bed with the blanket.

Suddenly, the young boy opened his eyes, calmly looking in her direction.