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

The car slowly drove out of the stadium's underground parking lot and merged into the traffic flow in the night.

The roads were extremely congested after the concert, with red taillights forming a long line that snaked through the darkness.

Zhu Jingjing sat quietly in the back seat, holding the human-shaped ornament in her hands, looking at it over and over again.

The small pendant is exquisitely crafted, about the size of a palm, and is dressed in the singer's iconic silver-white dress from her concert, with even the individual strands of hair rendered lifelike.

"Isn't she embarrassed?" The little princess still couldn't understand, frowning. "In the Ming Dynasty, if anyone dared to make a figurine of Father Emperor and hang it on their body, that would be a great disrespect and would result in execution."

Jiang Chuan gripped the steering wheel with one hand, glancing at the little princess in the rearview mirror by the red light of the brake lights ahead, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"That's the difference between modern times and your Ming Dynasty." He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary. "Here, the more people make miniature versions of you and hang them on their bodies, the more popular you are! This is called merchandise, and it's part of the fan economy."

"Fans?" Zhu Jingjing was even more confused. "Aren't fans food? I love Xiaoyu's fan soup the most, how can it be related to the economy?"

Lin Xiaoyu, sitting in the passenger seat, was looking down at her phone and flipping through photos she had just taken when she heard this and burst out laughing.

Jiang Chuan also smiled, but not a hearty laugh; rather, his lips curled up slightly, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"These fans are not the same as those fans." He put it another way, "Here, fans refer to people who like you. They will buy everything about you: your songs, your movies, T-shirts with your picture on them, anything related to you can make money."

Zhu Jingjing's eyes widened. She looked down at the pendant in her hand again. "Can this thing in Jingjing's hand make money for that singer?"

"That's right." Jiang Chuan nodded. "Not only does it make money, it also builds fame. The more it sells, the more popular she is. Besides, these things don't cost much to produce, but they're not cheap. At the stalls outside the concert venue today, one of these ornaments cost over a hundred yuan."

Zhu Jingjing gasped.

Having spent some time in the modern world, she already had a basic understanding of prices; a little over a hundred yuan could buy several kilograms of meat.

"This tiny little thing, how can it weigh several pounds of meat?" She held the ornament up to her eyes incredulously, examining it from all angles. "It's just... just a piece of resin, isn't it?"

"That's the beauty of the fan economy." Jiang Chuan's voice carried a hint of teasing. "What you're selling isn't the product itself, but 'liking' it. If you like a singer, you feel that her merchandise is worth spending money on. People buy it willingly, and people sell it and make a fortune."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Xiaoyu in the passenger seat and said mischievously, "Take this guy next to me for example. He has more than 300 of her songs on his phone, and he also has her autographed albums, limited edition posters, concert commemorative albums at home... It must have cost him at least tens of thousands of yuan."

Lin Xiaoyu suddenly raised her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, and glared at Jiang Chuan: "Who told you there were over three hundred songs? There are clearly only two hundred and eighty!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Upon hearing Jiang Chuan's words, Zhu Yuanzhang lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

"Chongba, what is troubling you?" Empress Ma asked softly.

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm thinking, those actors of later generations, even a small puppet can fetch a good price, and it's worth a considerable sum! If I were to make some in my own likeness and put them in the market, wouldn't the profits greatly replenish the national treasury?"

Empress Ma covered her mouth and chuckled upon hearing this: "If Your Majesty were truly so, I fear that every official and wealthy merchant in the land would have to invite one of them back."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly and said solemnly, "In that case, I will order the Imperial Workshop to make replicas of these, priced at one hundred taels of silver per piece. What does Your Majesty think?"

Empress Ma frowned slightly when she saw that he had taken it seriously, and quickly advised, "Chongba, this is absolutely unacceptable! It will be fine for officials from wealthy families, but for those from poor families who are honest and upright, this sum of one hundred taels of silver is a considerable burden."

Zhu Yuanzhang gently shook his head, his tone firm: "If it is truly difficult, then don't buy it! I will also issue a clear decree that this item is entirely voluntary, and there will be no coercion!"

"Chongba, I'm afraid if you don't insist, other officials will become alienated from those who don't buy, or even spread rumors of 'disrespect for the Emperor'," Empress Ma advised again.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled slightly, confident: "Madam, please rest assured, I have already devised a plan. When the sale takes place, I will have someone record the names of all buyers. Three days later, I will personally bestow a statue upon any official who has not yet purchased one, along with an additional reward, to commend their integrity."

Empress Ma suddenly realized her mistake and couldn't help but laugh, "This plan is brilliant! If we can raise more silver through this, it can be used to help the disaster victims in Jiangnan. It's a win-win situation."

Modern times, at Jiangchuan's home.

"Brother, look!" Zhu Jingjing held up her phone, showing off to Jiang Chuan, "Xiaoyu sent me these photos; they were all taken at her concert!"

Jiang Chuan, looking rather uninterested, glanced at it casually. "Jingjing, don't be like Xiaoyu. While idolizing celebrities isn't a bad habit, you have to know when to stop and absolutely can't get addicted!"

Jiang Chuan, looking rather uninterested, glanced at it casually. "Jingjing, don't be like Xiaoyu. While idolizing celebrities isn't a bad habit, you have to know when to stop and absolutely can't get addicted!"

Zhu Jingjing nodded gently and replied, "Brother, don't worry! The concert was quite lively, but it was a bit too noisy! Going once in a while is fine, but if I went too often, my ears would probably get ruined!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chuan patted her head with satisfaction. "Jingjing, that's more like it! As a reward, I'll buy you more cotton candy tomorrow."

"Brother, you'd better keep your word!" The little princess cheered excitedly, but then suddenly remembered something and changed the subject, "Brother, I don't know if Father can handle the famine. I'm really worried..."

"Jingjing, don't worry, I believe we'll have a result soon!" Jiang Chuan quickly comforted her. "Didn't the golden characters in that cave say that as long as we can successfully resolve this, we'll receive an opportunity? I just don't know what kind of opportunity it will be."

He couldn't help but feel curious. Everything he saw inside that cave was beyond the reach of modern science. He wondered what kind of reward they would receive after completing it.

Since that place might be closely related to the little princess's time travel, could that so-called opportunity be...?

He glanced at Zhu Jingjing, then suddenly took her hand and said with a smile, "Jingjing, what do you want to eat tonight? Anything is fine, no matter how expensive, I'll buy it for you!"

That night.

After Zhu Jingjing fell asleep, Jiang Chuan did not return to his room but sat alone on the sofa.

He stared intently at the clock on the wall. It was around midnight last night when he and Zhu Jingjing inexplicably found themselves in that grotto-heaven. He wondered if things would be the same tonight…

Zhu Jingjing nodded gently and replied, "Brother, don't worry! The concert was quite lively, but it was a bit too noisy! Going once in a while is fine, but if I went too often, my ears would probably get ruined!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chuan patted her head with satisfaction. "Jingjing, that's more like it! As a reward, I'll buy you more cotton candy tomorrow."

"Brother, you'd better keep your word!" The little princess cheered excitedly, but then suddenly remembered something and changed the subject, "Brother, I don't know if Father can handle the famine. I'm really worried..."

"Jingjing, don't worry, I believe we'll have a result soon!" Jiang Chuan quickly comforted her. "Didn't the golden characters in that cave say that as long as we can successfully resolve this, we'll receive an opportunity? I just don't know what kind of opportunity it will be."

He couldn't help but feel curious. Everything he saw inside that cave was beyond the reach of modern science. He wondered what kind of reward they would receive after completing it.

Since that place might be closely related to the little princess's time travel, could that so-called opportunity be...?

He glanced at Zhu Jingjing, then suddenly took her hand and said with a smile, "Jingjing, what do you want to eat tonight? Anything is fine, no matter how expensive, I'll buy it for you!"

That night.

After Zhu Jingjing fell asleep, Jiang Chuan did not return to his room but sat alone on the sofa.

He stared intently at the clock on the wall. It was around midnight last night when he and Zhu Jingjing inexplicably found themselves in that grotto-heaven. He wondered if things would be the same tonight…