Little Wei touched her chin thoughtfully upon hearing this.
If that were the case, it might actually work.
She knew the Dream-Guiding Technique, which could extract scenes from a person’s dreams and display them like a movie. But to control the dream, hypnosis would be necessary.
"During the ritual, channel spiritual energy into the pocket watch, then transfer it to Li Xunle."
"Oh, so that’s how it works. Being a cultivator really comes in handy," Little Wei mused, utterly enamored with her identity.
Still, she owed it to the presence of spiritual energy in this world—otherwise, the Dream-Guiding Technique would have been nearly impossible to execute.
"Lend me your pocket watch. I can make her reconsider that matter without waking her up. I have a solution."
Zhao Ming didn’t hesitate much and placed the watch in Little Wei’s hand.
"Mind if I stay and watch? Won’t it interfere?" Zhao Ming crossed his arms and raised a brow.
"Not at all," Little Wei shook her head.
Besides, she was borrowing Zhao Ming’s item—his wariness was understandable.
Moreover, the Dream-Guiding Technique wasn’t something one could learn just by watching. And since Zhao Ming was a hypnotist with no cultivation abilities, there was no need for secrecy.
The technique primarily involved drawing talismans and forming hand seals.
Though, those flashy cultivators had even choreographed it into a dance.
Little Wei preferred simplicity. She placed the pocket watch beside the sleeping Li Xunle, then summoned her staff, transforming it into a silver brush. With swift strokes, she drew an intricate blue talisman in the air, clasped her hands, and wove a series of hand seals before directing a surge of spiritual energy into the watch with a light press of her finger.
"You handle the hypnosis. I’m not familiar with your usual methods," Little Wei said to Zhao Ming.
Snapping to attention, Zhao Ming approached Li Xunle and murmured a string of words by her ear.
Li Xunle’s brows furrowed in her sleep, but before she could react, Little Wei’s energy had already seeped into her.
With a wave of her hand, a shimmering, ripple-edged illusionary screen materialized before them.
At first, the screen remained dark, showing nothing.
Zhao Ming couldn’t help but envy Little Wei—being a cultivator was useful in any world.
"Got it," Little Wei suddenly announced.
Zhao Ming instinctively turned his gaze to the screen, where the image of a gentle-faced noblewoman in ornate robes appeared. Even Little Wei was stunned.
The resemblance was uncanny—like a carbon copy of Si.
But the aura was different. This woman lacked Si’s untouchable, divine presence.
"Is this… Li Xunle?" Zhao Ming’s voice trembled slightly.
He swore he’d never seen a girl this beautiful.
"Don’t get any ideas. She’s mine," Little Wei kicked Zhao Ming lightly.
She’d been somewhat resentful toward Li Xunle earlier, but seeing how much she resembled Si, Little Wei’s resolve wavered.
Ugh, I’m Li Xunle’s simp now.
Yet Li Xunle’s past was far from as flawless as her appearance—in fact, it was downright tragic.
The gentle-faced girl sat on a swing, dressed in a misty green dress, gazing at a man in a gray robe standing in the distance.
"Oh ho, a man," Zhao Ming remarked.
"Hmph," Little Wei grumbled, displeased.
She wasn’t blind—Li Xunle’s eyes were practically screaming there’s something going on here.
But when the man turned around, Little Wei froze.
This…
The resemblance was striking!
He looked just like Gu Wei from the past. Though not as identical as Li Xunle and Si, Little Wei couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion.
This guy’s definitely my descendant.
And then Li Xunle ran up to him.
"You… you’re back?" Li Xunle’s voice brimmed with restrained excitement, her demeanor still proper, without any physical contact.
Little Wei sighed in relief—at least ancient people were reserved.
"Mhm."
But then the man reached out and ruffled Li Xunle’s hair.
What the—?!
Little Wei wanted to look away. This was just The Diary of Little Wei Getting Cucked.
"I’ve come to marry you. The Emperor said my military achievements prove I’m worthy of the Li Dynasty’s Princess Hanyu," the man murmured, tucking a loose strand of Li Xunle’s hair behind her ear, his eyes softening.
Little Wei couldn’t take it anymore.
Someone save me, I want to punch something.
But Zhao Ming held her back, forcing her to keep watching.
The tender moment didn’t last. On their wedding day, the man led an army to raze the Li Dynasty’s palace.
The sheer audacity left both of them speechless.
He later found Li Xunle, who had been smuggled out of the palace.
"Princess, if you’re willing, you could still be the Heng Dynasty’s Prime Minister’s Wife."
Li Xunle, pinned to the ground with dark circles under her eyes, let out a hoarse laugh. "You’re nothing but a dog."
"Yet the one who raised me was you, wasn’t it?" The man lounged elegantly on a carved wooden chair in the hall, every movement exuding refinement.
Li Xunle stiffened.
"I do love you, Xunle. If you agree, I’ll have the Emperor name you the new dynasty’s princess. You’ll remain the revered, cherished Princess."
"No." Li Xunle scrambled back, her eyes blazing with fury.
"What do you take me for?"
Her voice was so broken it was nearly inaudible.
No one knew what Li Xunle felt in that moment—not even Little Wei. The scene shifted to Li Xunle being expelled from the Prime Minister’s estate.
She wandered for years, until she stood at the edge of a bottomless abyss—and jumped.
"Lied to… lied to… It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him."
The words pierced Little Wei’s ears like needles. She rubbed her temples, a throbbing pain building behind them.
What did she mean, ‘lied to’?
"Snap out of it—she found something," Zhao Ming nudged her.
Little Wei looked up to see Li Xunle, in the endless darkness, grasping a faint glimmer of light.
She had found the pearl—the one capable of rewriting history. It healed her wounds and pulled her from the abyss.
But Li Xunle never expected that when she emerged, fifty years had passed.
The Heng Dynasty’s Prime Minister was now hailed by the people as a wise and virtuous statesman—the ultimate insult to Li Xunle.
A treacherous, despicable man, guilty of the most contemptible acts.
Disloyal—and they call him ‘wise’?
He was nothing but a spy sent by the minor Heng Kingdom to infiltrate the Li Dynasty.
The final scene showed Li Xunle activating the pearl.
The conclusion was obvious—she had used it to reset history to before the betrayal. After all, modern records stated the Li Dynasty had lasted five hundred years.
What she sacrificed for it, neither of them knew. They didn’t even get a chance to discuss it further—because Li Xunle woke up.
Her hand shot out, gripping Zhao Ming’s throat, her crimson eyes locking onto Little Wei.
"You… are truly shameless."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
