- For the first time, I walked alone in An Wang's residence step by step.

　　For so many years, it seemed like I had never seriously examined this place where I lived day after day.

　　An Wang's residence is located in Wansui Mountain on the outskirts of the capital, belonging to the southeast.

　　There are clear springs on Wansui Mountain, but they are interrupted by a grove of ancient trees halfway up the mountain, turning into dozens of small streams.

　　The mountain is not high, rolling continuously, and An Wang's residence is built in an area surrounded by mountains on three sides, facing the Songshou Palace opposite.

　　The ancestral hall is located in the highest attic of the Wang Manor, with the sun and moon shining every year.

　　Below, there are layers of verdant ancient trees, shrouded in morning and evening rain and mist, resembling a mythical realm or a prison within solitary clouds.

　　Due to my unique horoscope, I have lived here for a long time, never having contact with places other than the An Wang Manor and the Songshou Palace.

　　All the time travelers, at least in the past, were not stuck in this era, having their own wonderful lives.

　　Why is Jing Hong, who has been destined to be trapped here for his entire life since birth, excluded from this? He has no one to rely on throughout his life, being manipulated and trapped in the vast An Wang Manor.

　　He spends every day accompanied by prayers and divination, feeling so lonely.

　　I remember that Qingxia Zhenren once said that Jing Hong is naturally gifted in fortune-telling and divination, and if he were not born into the royal family, he would have become a master-level figure through cultivation.

　　At that time, I thought he was just complimenting Jing Hong and didn't pay much attention to his daily divination.

　　Now I realize that he is trapped by the theories of yin and yang in horoscopes and has been living in this place of entrapment for a long time, so he must have been impatient for a long time.

　　He changes the feng shui of the An Wang Manor, planting trees here, digging channels there, placing rockeries here, and arranging bonsai there.

　　He keeps strange fish, collects useless ornaments...

　　I used to think he had broad interests and was knowledgeable, but now I realize...

　　it was all planned meticulously.

　　When did he start having this idea? The first time traveler he summoned...

　　was it me? I walked slowly through the pavilions and corridors, secretly contemplating and deducing...

　　Yes, it must be me.

　　The day of the grand wedding was an auspicious moment, and with the original host hanging herself in this trapped place, it can be considered a perfect timing.

　　However, after I arrived, I behaved too normally, too much like a person of this era.

　　I didn't say anything outrageous or do anything extraordinary, so he couldn't judge whether his summoning of time travelers was truly successful.

　　As a result, there were second, third, fourth...

　　He allows those time travelers to cause havoc, not because he is tolerant, but because he is too curious about the outside world.

　　Even I am filled with curiosity about those worlds beyond my era.

　　Unfortunately, no matter how the times change or how technology develops, human nature remains constant.

　　Love, hate, pain, joy, jealousy, discontent, suffering, despair—people will fight, snatch, resist, and control...

　　In the end, we all become ordinary people.

　　Jing Hong must have seen too much and grown tired of it, so he decided to summon a man and live on as him.

　　I lost my beloved husband.

　　That person became his new toy.

　　Killing two birds with one stone, how cunning.

　　I stood at the height of the Wang Manor, overlooking the foot of Wansui Mountain.

　　The dark clouds were rolling while the green trees were misty.

　　"Madam, why are you coming to this high place when you're still not feeling well?" I turned around and saw An Wang putting a thick fox fur on his arm and draping it over me, speaking softly, "Go back, don't catch a cold." I smiled and said, see, when I am clear-headed, Jing Hong only dares to let this time traveler, this substitute, face me.

　　He really wants to drive me insane.

　　I deliberately tested him, saying, "Xunzhi, I dreamt about you a few days ago." An Wang's face changed and his eyes deepened, "Madam dreamt about me?" It's a familiar question...

　　This time, I nodded and calmly said, "Yes, I dreamt that Xunzhi left and you came." An Wang's eyes flickered, "Xunzhi is me?" I half-smiled and asked, "Are you Xunzhi?"

　　"He suddenly fell silent.

　　The mountain breeze swept by, unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years, leaving no trace behind.

　　He finally spoke, 'I am not Jing Hong, not your Seeker.

　　My name is A Zhe, from a distant tribe.'