Volume One, Chapter Four: A Visitor from Over Six Hundred Years in the Future!

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Of course, Jiang Lin didn’t have to reveal his true identity; he could easily fabricate one. For instance, he could claim to be an heir of the Mo family, a reclusive sage, or even the celestial being that Zhu Biao had mistakenly thought him to be. But there was no need for that.

He was not a vain man and did not want to gain blind admiration from the ancients through a false identity. Besides, since Zhu Biao had already openly confessed his own identity, Jiang Lin felt he should be sincere as well.

Moreover, when it came to people, the more unfamiliar and beyond their understanding someone was, the more cautious they became. Especially a prince like Zhu Biao, who held a high status and was exceptionally rational; he would never act recklessly.

“A time traveler?” Zhu Biao was taken aback, a note of surprise slipping from his lips. What was that supposed to mean? And from more than six hundred years in the future?

Seeing Zhu Biao’s disbelief, Jiang Lin continued, “Your Highness, I know what I’m saying is hard to accept, but I truly come from over six hundred years in the future.”

“The instruments, the medicine, and even the glass cup used earlier to diagnose the illness are all products of the future.”

“As for why I ended up in the Ming Dynasty, honestly, I’m just as confused.”

“I woke up three years ago and found myself here.”

Jiang Lin looked at Zhu Biao with unwavering sincerity, hoping to convince him of his truth.

Zhu Biao was half-believing, half-doubting—it was mainly because there was no better explanation at the moment.

“Jiang Lin, I still can’t quite understand. If you are indeed a time traveler from the future, why would you reveal your identity to me?”

“You could easily conceal it and, with your foresight, thrive in the Ming Dynasty.”

Facing Zhu Biao’s question, Jiang Lin answered without hesitation, seriously, “First, I don’t want to deceive Your Highness; I wish to be honest with you.”

“Secondly, as you can see, my little courtyard is quite unique. Nothing is lacking here—in fact, there’s really nothing in the Ming Dynasty that I desire.”

“I live a happy and peaceful life in this little place, and that feeling is truly wonderful.”

Zhu Biao nodded slightly, believing Jiang Lin’s words and considering him a man who sought tranquility.

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Otherwise, if Jiang Lin had been in the Ming Dynasty for three years, he wouldn’t have remained so quiet all this time.

Wait a moment!

Since Jiang Lin was from over six hundred years in the future, that meant he must know many things yet to come. In that case, he could ask Jiang Lin about future events to prepare accordingly.

Just as Zhu Biao was about to inquire, he heard Chang’s somewhat embarrassed voice nearby.

“Your Highness, I... I need to use the restroom…”

Chang stumbled over her words and then lowered her head shyly.

Seeing this, Jiang Lin smiled and waved his hand, explaining to her, “Your Majesty, there’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s normal to need the restroom.”

“After taking this medicine, it will promote urination because the toxins in the body need to be expelled through urine.”

“I’ll take you to the restroom now. Please follow me.”

With that, Jiang Lin led the way toward the restroom. Zhu Biao helped Chang off the bed and followed behind Jiang Lin.

Upon entering, Chang closed the door and was stunned by everything inside.

This… is this really a restroom?

Looking at the toilet before her, she curiously examined it from top to bottom, feeling somewhat lost.

Jiang Lin brought Zhu Biao to the living room, pointed to the sofa, and said, “Your Highness, please have a seat on the sofa while I prepare some tea for you.”

To Jiang Lin, Zhu Biao’s family were his guests.

As the host, it was his basic etiquette, whether in ancient times or modern, to serve tea to guests.

After Jiang Lin turned to leave, Zhu Biao glanced at the sofa again, his eyes filled with surprise.

Clearly, this was yet another thing he had never seen before!

The moment he sat down on the sofa…

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Good heavens!

What is this thing?

Is this really a seat to sit on?

Zhu Biao was immediately conquered by the softness of the sofa.

It even gave him the sensation of sitting on clouds, a feeling of lightness and ease.

Why did he suddenly want to lie down and take a nap right then and there?

Of course, as the crown prince, Zhu Biao only entertained such thoughts in his mind and would restrain himself from any discourteous behavior.

Still, driven by curiosity, he began to study the sofa beneath him.

He had to admit—future furniture was truly miraculous!

How could something be made so comfortable?

Returning to the sofa, Jiang Lin was taken aback to see Zhu Biao squatting on the floor with his back turned, his rear raised as he examined the sofa.

“Ahem!” Jiang Lin cleared his throat lightly to remind him.

Zhu Biao immediately resumed an elegant and upright posture, as if nothing had happened.

“Your Highness, here is your tea,” Jiang Lin said, handing him the glass.

Then, with a measured tone, he added, “Your Highness, there is something I wish to remind you of.”

After some thought, he finally decided to share this matter with Zhu Biao.

He did not want to leave with regrets and felt it would be a meaningful visit to the Ming Dynasty.

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