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."
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