Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

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"Brother, do you think Father can really hear what we're saying?" Zhu Jingjing asked softly.

Jiang Chuan wasn't entirely sure himself, but he still nodded. "We can definitely do it! Jingjing, don't worry. According to historical records, even without our intervention, your father was able to pull through!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingjing looked up, blinked her wet almond-shaped eyes, and asked, "Brother, wouldn't a lot of people die that way?"

Jiang Chuan remained silent. The history books did not record specific numbers, only descriptions such as "many died" and "almost half of the people were wiped out," recounting that cruel period.

"Jingjing, don't worry, your father will definitely handle the famine properly as Jiang Chuan said!" Seeing the atmosphere become heavy, Lin Xiaoyu quickly said, "There's a concert nearby today, why don't we go check it out and relax?"

Jiang Chuan was taken aback. He wasn't a fan of celebrities and had little interest in concerts or similar events. Lin Xiaoyu had invited him several times before, but he had refused each time.

But if it can help the little princess relax, then a trip wouldn't hurt!

"Alright, I'll go." Jiang Chuan glanced at Zhu Jingjing, his tone softening.

Lin Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and she magically produced three tickets. "The organizers just happened to have given me several tickets, and they're all VIP seats in the very front row!"

Jiang Chuan gave a wry smile. He could only say that she was indeed the eldest daughter of the Lin Group. She could easily produce three things that ordinary people would struggle to obtain.

"Brother, what's a concert?" Zhu Jingjing tilted her head, asking curiously, "Is it like a theatrical performance?"

"It's much more lively than a traditional opera!" Lin Xiaoyu explained excitedly, "It's like a lot of people gathering together to listen to the singer perform on stage, with the whole audience cheering and waving glow sticks together—it's an amazing scene!"

Jiang Chuan rolled his eyes at her and teased, "Since you like singers so much, why don't you marry one? That would be a way to appease Uncle Lin and save you the trouble of arranging blind dates for me later!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoyu's face darkened, and she glared at him fiercely. "Who told you I like pop stars? I just like listening to them sing!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

After the morning court session ended, the officials dispersed.

Empress Ma entered slowly, glanced at the dim lamplight in the hall, and said softly, "Chongba, I have heard that the Taihu Lake is flooded and famine is spreading in Jiangnan. This is a matter of national importance and the lives of the people, and we must not take it lightly."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Madam, please rest assured. I have my own plans. Moreover, Jiang Chuan, for some reason, just happened to discuss the measures to pacify the people after the flood. Every point was to the point and quite in line with my wishes."

Upon hearing this, Empress Ma's expression softened with relief, and she sighed softly, "In that case, I am at ease."

She had always held a deep reverence for the mysteries revealed in later generations, and thus developed a strange trust in Jiang Chuan's words.

"Please sit down, my lady, and come with me to see Jing'er." Zhu Yuanzhang took her hand and led her to sit beside him. He looked up at the sky and said, "Jing'er and the others are going to see that so-called 'concert.' I wonder how it compares to our play."

Empress Ma covered her mouth and smiled, then said softly, "Chongba, you love listening to operas more than anything in your life. Don't let yourself be bewitched by the 'tune' of later generations again."

Zhu Yuanzhang put on a stern face and said seriously, "This is outrageous! Although I enjoy amusement, I only indulge in it during my meals and rest. How could I neglect state affairs because of it?"

After speaking, his gaze unconsciously drifted back to the sky.

Modern-day Yanjing Stadium.

The moment the lights went out, the entire stadium felt as if an invisible hand was gripping its breath.

Immediately afterwards, a pale blue light shone from the depths of the stage, slowly spreading upwards from the ground like a tide flowing backwards.

The beams of light intertwined, rotated, and collided, eventually converging at the very center of the stage.

A young woman stood on the elevator platform, wearing a silver-white dress, her long hair blowing in the wind, looking as if she had just fallen from the moon.

The sound system exploded.

It wasn't a violent explosion, but a deep, resonant tremor that rose from the soles of your feet, like the pulse of the earth.

The drumbeats of the intro resonated in my chest, slow and steady, yet they made my heart beat involuntarily to the rhythm.

Zhu Jingjing trembled and instinctively raised her hand to cover her chest.

"Brother, what... what is that sound?" Her voice was almost inaudible amidst the deafening noise. "It sounds like thunder, drilling in from underground!"

Jiang Chuan leaned back in his chair, hands in his pockets, barely turning his head, and casually replied, "A subwoofer, coming from the speakers."

Lin Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him. Although he had come along, he was clearly not interested and even gave a perfunctory explanation to the little princess!

Zhu Jingjing nodded as if she understood, then her gaze returned to the stage.

The performance had begun, and the singer's voice poured out from the huge speakers. Unlike the melodious and lingering singing style of palace opera troupes, it was clear and direct, like an ice scalpel cutting through the night sky and landing steadily on a soft chord.

It was a song about homesickness, which struck a chord perfectly with the little princess.

"Father, Mother..." Zhu Jingjing murmured, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of the concert.

"Father, Mother..." Zhu Jingjing murmured, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of the concert.

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Sound and images were transmitted simultaneously through the celestial screen.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright on the dragon throne, his expression unchanged, showing neither joy nor anger, but his right hand secretly clenched the dragon robe on his knee.

Empress Ma stood by his side, gazing silently at the sky.

The words "hometown" and "distant place" in the lyrics inexplicably stirred up old memories in his mind.

In Zhongli, Haozhou, on that barren yellow land, when I was seventeen, the fields were littered with corpses of the starving, and my parents, brothers, and sisters died one after another.

Memories surged like a tide, rising up all at once.

"Chongba," Empress Ma suddenly spoke softly, with a slight sneer, "you've been staring at the sky for quite a while now."

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly snapped out of his reverie, quickly averted his gaze, picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and said indifferently, "I was merely watching those 'glow sticks,' thousands upon thousands waving in unison, which was rather amusing. I just wonder what kind of ingenious mechanism they were made of."

Empress Ma covered her mouth and chuckled, not responding to the question, but simply said leisurely, "That woman's voice was quite remarkable, very clear and bright. When I heard her sing those few lines, my heart softened a bit."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "These later songs do have their unique merits. It is truly remarkable that they can move people to the core."

In modern times, Jiang Chuan and his two companions are on their way back.

"Jingjing, what do you think of this?" Lin Xiaoyu handed the newly bought phone charm to the little princess. "It's pretty and cute to hang on your phone as a decoration!"

Zhu Jingjing looked at the tiny, person-shaped ornament with a puzzled expression. "Sister Xiaoyu, why is this ornament a person? Being made like this and left for people to play with, won't she feel awkward if she finds out?"

"Jingjing, that's the surrounding area." Jiang Chuan glanced at the mirror and said while driving, "That's a modern marketing tactic that can make her a lot of money, how could she possibly object!"