Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Chapter 1344: The Concubine's Sweet Request

The last sip of sweet soup from dinner still carried a warm aftertaste, and the warm yellow lights in the restaurant softened Liu Yifei's delicate features.

She put down her spoon, her fingertips gently resting on Lin Lang's arm, her fair wrist swaying slightly. Her tone carried a hint of coquettish grievance, like a little animal longing for its master's pity.

"Honey," her voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a barely perceptible softness, "I want to be like any other couple, for you to take me for a walk after dinner, okay?"

Her eyes were lowered, her long, thick eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath them. Her voice was lower, concealing an undisguised expectation:

"We've been together for so long, and you've never taken me on a proper date in public."

Holding hands and strolling slowly down the street—such a simple wish has become a luxury for these public figures standing in the spotlight.

Upon hearing this, Lin Lang felt a slight sting in his heart, a subtle sourness spreading through him.

He turned his head to look at Liu Yifei, whose face was full of expectation. The longing in her eyes was so pure. Her request was so simple that it was almost humble, but he had not been able to fulfill it for a long time.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing Liu Yifei's hair, his voice filled with tender indulgence: "Okay."

"Really? Honey, aren't you afraid of being photographed by paparazzi or fans, and our scandal making headlines the next day?"

A sly smile flashed in Lin Lang's eyes. "Don't be afraid, because I'm going to take you to a place you'd never expect, a place full of surprises. Would you like to come with me?"

Liu Yifei suddenly raised her head, her eyes instantly sparkling with tiny lights, like they were filled with countless stars.

She nodded vigorously, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her hands unconsciously gripped Lin Lang's sleeve, her voice filled with eager anticipation:

"Okay, okay! Where are we going? Tell me quickly!"

Lin Lang smiled without saying a word, triggering the [Space-Time Omnidirectional Mass Teleportation] skill, and a warm feeling gathered in his palm.

The next second, a faint golden light slowly emanated from his palm, like a flowing galaxy, gently enveloping the two of them.

The light grew brighter, yet it wasn't dazzling; instead, it carried a reassuring warmth.

Liu Yifei felt a blur before her eyes, and heard a soft "whoosh" sound. The surrounding tables, chairs, and lights were instantly swallowed by light, and she felt as if she had been drawn into a gentle vortex.

A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, accompanied by the whistling of the wind, like a soft, urgent murmur as time and space were torn apart, carrying a wondrous rhythm that transcended dimensions.

She instinctively gripped Lin Lang's hand, and the firm touch from his palm instantly calmed her down.

In just a few seconds, the wind subsided, and the dizziness quietly faded away.

Liu Yifei slowly opened her eyes, and the next second she was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she covered her mouth, a "Wow" stuck in her throat, her eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Beneath my feet lies a street paved with bluestone slabs, which gleam and glow under the night.

On both sides are rows of shops, with vermilion lanterns hanging on them. Warm yellow light shines through the hollowed-out lantern gauze, making the whole ancient Zhuque Street shine with color.

The streets were bustling with noise, a cacophony of shouts, laughter, and music, creating an incredibly lively atmosphere.

What shocked her even more was the variety of clothing worn by the people on the street.

Some wore wide-sleeved Tang-style ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with the hem trailing on the ground, a jade belt around their waist, and pearl flowers adorning their temples.

Some, however, wore simple modern hoodies, jeans, and white sneakers, while holding milk tea cups. The two completely different styles blended together on the street, yet strangely harmoniously.

"Honey! How did we get here all of a sudden?"

What place is this?

"Is it some incredibly realistic Tang Dynasty film studio?" Liu Yifei finally found her voice, her tone filled with excitement and confusion.

She gripped Lin Lang's hand tightly, her fingertips clenching slightly with excitement.

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the "Persian Merchant" sign hanging on the street, and then landing on a girl dressed in Hanfu who was skating past on roller skates not far away, her curiosity growing even stronger.

Lin Lang held Liu Yifei's hand tightly, his fingertips caressing her slightly cool palm, a gentle smile in his eyes: "This isn't a film studio, it's the real Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty."

"Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty?" Liu Yifei's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

She subconsciously pointed to a young man running in sportswear not far away, "Then... how come there are people in Chang'an wearing modern clothes?"

Lin Lang lowered his head and chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of mystery:

"Haven't you seen the news lately? There are always some ancient tombs being excavated, and modern items are being found inside."

Liu Yifei replied, "I saw it, but didn't the archaeological experts deny it, saying it could be a modern item left in the ancient tomb by tomb raiders?"

Looking into Liu Yifei's clear, innocent eyes, Lin Lang smiled and said:

"Actually, all of that is because I can travel through time and transform the Tang Dynasty into Chang'an, a blend of modern and ancient times."

"Really?" Liu Yifei's voice trembled slightly. She looked around again and saw various styles of ancient-style buildings everywhere. Merchants on the street were bargaining with customers.

The sweet aroma of osmanthus wine wafted from the tavern, while a nearby stall sold modern small commodities like ring toss.

"Oh my god! Honey, is this really ancient Chang'an?"

Lin Lang, with Liu Yifei's soft, slender waist in his arms, strolled along Zhuque Street and replied with a smile:

“Yes, look at that Lin Family Money Shop on the street. It was our Lin family’s financial institution in the Tang Dynasty.”

Wow, it really is!

Honey, look! There's actually a Zhenbaoge Antique Pawnshop chain store next to Lin's Money Shop.

"Isn't that your sect's property, Zhou Mengyao's family business?!"

Lin Lang replied, "That's right. Look at the shops next door, including the Shanghai Auntie Milk Tea Shop. They're all owned by my aunt Gu Rou's company."

There's also the Mixue Ice Cream & Tea shop across the street, which is also a sub-brand of Gu Rou's company.

Liu Yifei covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise, "This is simply unbelievable!"

"Husband, you and your concubines have actually established businesses in Chang'an during the Tang Dynasty. Isn't this a devastating blow to ancient merchants, a monopoly that disrupts Chang'an's commerce? Won't the imperial court come after you?"

Lin Lang replied proudly, "Emperor Li Zhi of the Tang Dynasty is my sworn brother."

"Crown Prince Li Hong is my godson."

"Moreover, I handed over one-third of the silver I earned to the Tang Dynasty's treasury, and no one in the court dared to touch my property in the Tang Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei exclaimed in shock, "My God, honey, you and Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi, were sworn brothers?"

"Silly wife, you don't need to make a fuss. My eldest daughter, Lin Zhiyi, has been betrothed to Crown Prince Li Hong since childhood. She will marry into the palace as the Crown Princess after she comes of age."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei paused in her steps, her almond-shaped eyes widening in astonishment:

"Um... Honey, are you an immortal who lived from the Tang Dynasty to the modern era? Or is it that modern people can travel back to the Tang Dynasty?"

Lin Lang gently pinched Liu Yifei's nose and replied with a smile, "I am a modern person who can travel back to the Tang Dynasty. I have the Imperial Palace in Chang'an and military power over three prefectures in the northwest border."

Liu Yifei was stunned, looking at Lin Lang with admiration, "Honey, you scared me! There's so much information, I can't process it all."

"Haha... Honey, there's a stall up ahead selling Tang Dynasty Jade Dew Dumplings and Translucent Flower Rice Cakes. I'll buy some for you."

"Okay! Honey, what is Jade Dew Ball?"

As Lin Lang walked, he said, "Jade Dew Dumplings are made with glutinous rice cakes as a base, topped with honey. They have a smooth, jade-like texture and are delicious."

"Honey, what is 'touhua ci'?"

Lin Lang put his arm around Liu Yifei's waist and replied affectionately, "Touhua Ci is made by wrapping red bean paste in a semi-transparent glutinous rice skin. It's cool, sweet, and chewy. You'll definitely love it."

As they talked, the two walked to the food stall.

On the wooden stall, there was a bright white porcelain plate. Jade dew lay in the plate, covered with a layer of crystal-clear honey. The glutinous rice skin of the translucent flower cake was as thin as a cicada's wing, and you could vaguely see the dense red bean paste inside. Sweet fragrance wafted over.

Lin Lang released his hand from Liu Yifei's waist, casually took out a five-hundred-tael silver note from his sleeve, held it between his fingers and handed it to the stall owner, saying in a calm tone: "One of each of the Jade Dew Dumplings and the Translucent Flower Rice Cakes."

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who had been tending his stall year-round, exposed to the wind and sun, his hands calloused. He was smiling as he was about to accept the money when he looked up and saw the amount on the banknote, and his expression instantly changed.

He hurriedly waved his hands and took half a step back, waving his hands repeatedly, his tone full of fear:

"Sir! No, no, you mustn't!"

Your silver note is too large. My stall is small and the profit is meager. I can't even make change for a 500-tael note, let alone a 50-tael note!

"I really don't have enough cash to give change. There's a Lin's Money Exchange up ahead; could you go there and exchange some loose change so I can buy some food at my stall?"

As he spoke, his body trembled slightly. A hundred taels of silver was an astronomical figure for a street vendor like him, and he dared not accept it.

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance, and casually placed the silver note on the stall:

"It's alright, no need for change. Consider the rest a tip."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner froze on the spot, stunned for a few seconds before reacting. He then knelt down on the bluestone slab with a thud, repeatedly kowtowing to Lin Lang. His forehead struck the stone with a soft sound, his voice choked with emotion.

"Thank you, Uncle! Thank you so much for your great kindness!"

Five hundred taels of silver—I couldn't earn that much even if I set up a street stall for twenty years! I've truly encountered a living Bodhisattva!

Passersby turned to look, their eyes filled with envy, but no one dared to say anything.

Lin Lang looked at the stall owner kneeling and kowtowing, his gaze sweeping over the stall owner's honest face. His tone became a little more serious: "When you have money in the future, you must live a good life, treat your wife and children well, and keep your family living a peaceful life. Only then can you keep this good fortune."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner kowtowed even more frequently, his forehead turning red, and hurriedly replied, "Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

"I've got it!"

"I will definitely treat my wife and children well, save this money to buy some land, and never let them suffer with me again! I will never dare to spend it recklessly! Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Lin Lang said, "Get up quickly. A man's knees are worth gold; there's no need for such a grand gesture."

The stall owner then stood up with a big smile on his face, respectfully wrapped the jade dew cake and the translucent rice cake in clean oil paper, and handed them over with both hands, bending over so low that his waist almost touched his knees, his face full of gratitude.

Liu Yifei watched quietly from beginning to end, her fingertips gently gripping Lin Lang's sleeve, her eyes filled with emotion.

Watching the stall owner go from fear to shock, and then to tears of emotion, she felt a warm glow in her heart, mixed with a touch of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).

After Lin Lang took the oil paper package and turned to leave with Liu Yifei, she smiled gently and said to Lin Lang:

"Honey, you're so good! Your simple act of kindness has changed the life of an ordinary person."

Lin Lang smiled but remained silent.

"Respectfully seeing you off, sir. In the future, whenever you pass through here, I will prepare the freshest fruits and food for you, as much as you like! I wish you good fortune, happiness, and longevity!"

Lin Lang smiled faintly and continued strolling along Zhuque Street with Liu Yifei.

Before leaving, Liu Yifei looked at the stall owner holding the silver note with trembling fingers and his eyes full of ecstasy, and couldn't help but be captivated by Lin Lang's personal charm.

The two strolled leisurely along the illuminated Zhuque Street, enjoying the tranquility without the spotlights or paparazzi.

Lin Lang handed the oil paper package to Liu Yifei and said affectionately:

"Come on, honey, try it and see if it suits your taste."

"It's a rare opportunity to travel across time and space to Chang'an, so let me let you taste the sweetness of the Tang Dynasty, just like our lives, sweet and delightful."

Liu Yifei took the oil paper package, tore open a corner, picked up a piece of jade dew dumpling and took a small bite.

The sweet nectar mingled with the soft, chewy texture of glutinous rice melted on her tongue, the icy smoothness refreshing her senses. Her eyes curved into crescents as she looked up at Lin Lang, her gaze filled with joy.

"Wow, this is delicious! It's even better than modern desserts!"