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When Lin Xueqing woke up, she found herself locked in a dungeon. In the dim light of the flickering fire, she saw Xiao Cui standing outside the cell door.
"Why?" Lin Xueqing asked.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness," Xiao Cui said, lowering her head. "I had no choice..."
"Who instructed you?"
"It was..." Before Xiao Cui could finish her sentence, footsteps echoed from outside.
Chen Mingde walked in. "I told you to be careful of those around you."
"So it was you," Lin Xueqing sneered. "You are the real traitor."
"Traitor?" Chen Mingde shook his head. "Don't you understand? In this Time-Space Game, there is no such thing as loyalty. Everyone acts for their own purposes."
He took out a bronze mirror from his robe. "After three years of effort, I finally waited for you to deliver it to me."
"What do you want to do?"
"Complete the unfinished business of my ancestors," Chen Mingde said. "Do you know why some people can move freely through different time and space? Because they hold a secret—the world within the mirror."
He raised the bronze mirror. "This is not an ordinary mirror; it is a door. A gateway to a special space where all time and space overlap."
"So the person in the mirror..."
"Exactly, that is you," Chen Mingde said. "To be precise, it is another version of you from a different time and space. She arrived here three hundred years ago and became a court painter. And you are merely repeating her path."
Lin Xueqing was left speechless in shock.
"History is a mirror," Chen Mingde continued, "all events will repeat themselves, just in different ways. What we need to do is break this cycle."
He took out the Peach Wood Comb and aimed it at the bronze mirror. The surface suddenly rippled, and a figure gradually emerged.
It was a woman who looked exactly like Lin Xueqing, but her eyes were filled with more weariness.
"You..." Lin Xueqing stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"Three hundred years have passed," the figure in the mirror said. "I have finally waited for this moment."
"Are you the painter from back then?"
"Yes, and no," the figure replied. "We are essentially the same person, just divided by time and space. Now, it is time for us to reunite."
"What do you mean?"
"When two versions of ourselves from different timelines meet," Chen Mingde explained, "it can open the true door. A door to a timeline without any restrictions."
"Is that your goal?" Lin Xueqing asked.
"Why would you want to stop us?" the figure in the mirror questioned. "Don't you want to know the truth? About why we came here, about those lost memories..."
Suddenly, Lin Xueqing remembered something: "Wait, you mentioned lost memories?"
"You must have felt it too," the figure said. "There is a blank space in our memories. That has been deliberately erased by someone. And the truth lies hidden within that memory."
At that moment, a sudden sound of fighting erupted outside the dungeon.
"This is bad!" Chen Mingde said alertly. "Someone's coming."
The door was smashed open, and Lang Shining rushed in.
"Stop!" he shouted loudly. "You have no idea what you're doing!"
"Just in time," Chen Mingde sneered. "Let everyone see what happens when two timelines overlap..."
He raised a bronze mirror and aimed it at Lin Xueqing. The surface of the mirror suddenly burst forth with blinding light.
Lin Xueqing felt a wave of dizziness, as if she were being pulled into an endless vortex.
Before losing consciousness, she heard Lang Shining's shout:
"We can't let the reflections meet! Otherwise..."
Meanwhile, in the Changyin Pavilion of the Modern Forbidden City, Shen Mo Ting and the Old Curator also witnessed the same scene. The guqin suddenly emitted a mournful wail, and a portal of light opened in the air.
"It's too late..." the Old Curator said. "The timelines are beginning to collapse..."
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