Wu Song turned to Gao Liang and said, "Gao Liang! Thank you for your timely intervention—your kindness, I will surely repay!" With that, he took a steady step forward, heading off. At that moment, Liu Zhixian, the magistrate of Qinghe County, approached, called out to the head of the patrol office, and barked at Wu Song, "Hold on! You've killed Simen Qing! You're to be taken to the prison for trial!" Wu Song looked at him with disdain and replied, "Lowly official! The ones who ought to be punished are ignored, while the innocent are unjustly targeted!" Liu Zhixian stood speechless, stammering, as he watched Wu Song stride confidently toward Liangshan Marsh. Gao Liang realized the scene had concluded—his performance was complete—and it was time to go. He therefore said to Liu Zhixian, "I'd like to offer you one piece of advice: from now on, handle your cases more diligently. For villains like Simen Qing, you must deal with them firmly. Otherwise, the fate of Simen Qing and Zhang Shouchu may well be the next case that befalls you." "The intensity of High Light's words was profoundly compelling. Knowing High Light's strength, the twenty-some head constables found themselves no match for him, nodding vigorously like chickens pecking at grain: "Rest assured! From now on, I will certainly uphold justice—punishing the malevolent and championing the virtuous, especially those who oppress men and women and harm the common people!" At that moment, High Light had only been in the Song Dynasty for a minute. His time-travel remote control indicated that he must enter the Yue Guang treasure box space precisely at the final zero-second mark to return to the modern era—specifically, to the year 2011. In an open, spacious area, High Light began to cultivate the yang energy within himself, but soon discovered that it had been weakened. If he could not restore it by the final zero-second, he would remain forever in this specific era of the Song Dynasty. He could come over, but he also had to go back! High Light's aspiration was to become the number one time-traveler in the world. But Ying'er had left and could no longer assist him. This time, he would have to rely entirely on his own efforts. However, his ability had been sealed due to insufficient yang energy. Gao Liang had tried it N times, yet his physical strength ability remained blocked. What could he do? With only thirty seconds left, Gao Liang was frantic. As he closed his eyes in despair, a fragrant scent drifted over him. He opened his eyes to see Pan Jinlian arriving. "I'll help you!" said Pan Jinlian in a gentle, soothing voice that made Gao Liang feel enchanted. Seeing Pan Jinlian just out of the bath, dressed in a light silk robe, her ample chest rising and falling like two large meatballs—or two majestic mountains—upright and proud, Gao Liang's eyes caught her white, radiant figure, and his heart began to race. Good heavens, his penis rose spontaneously without any conscious effort. Pan Jinlian's graceful charm stirred Gao Liang's interest—not that Gao Liang was particularly lustful, but that after their previous session of "collecting yin and nourishing yang," Jinlian now achieved a balanced yin-yang, becoming even more moist and vibrant. Her entire presence was like a perfectly ripe Fuji apple—Gao Liang truly longed to bite into her deeply, to satisfy his craving. Goodness, that old nose of his was once again flooded with warmth; no need to ask—definitely about to run nosebleeds. Gao Liang said nothing, merely admiring Jinlian's beauty and grace. As a mature, refined woman, she surpassed ordinary young girls in both allure and charm. The more Gao Liang looked at her, the more he was enchanted. Clearly, a woman like Pan Jinlian—such a beauty from the Song Dynasty—was truly a first-rank beauty, full of charm, exquisitely graceful, and endearing. In his heart, he used a thousand adjectives to describe her beauty, yet none could truly capture the boundless charm that radiated from her—some sensations simply couldn't be conveyed in words. "Beep! Beep!" "Not good! Only ten seconds left—the soft beeping sound from the time-travel remote suddenly snapped Mr. Gao Liang out of his deep absorption. Desperate, just as he had uttered, "It's over," he found his thick lips sealed by Pan Jinlian's delicate mouth. To his surprise, Pan Jinlian began gently kissing him. The delicate fragrance of peony blossoms filled his entire body, spreading through him like a gentle breeze. Gao Liang felt relaxed, his heart filled with yearning. In this state of calm, the absorption and transformation of energy took place seamlessly. Through their kiss, Gao Liang began drawing in Pan Jinlian's yang energy, which had now entered his body and started circulating within him. Only a small amount was needed—just a little. The energy was activated swiftly and powerfully. In the final three seconds, Gao Liang realized that his three core energy orbs—the Water Dragon, the Fire Dragon, and the Energy Dragon—had all been fully awakened. As long as these three orbs were activated, Gao Liang would be able to freely harness his special abilities, and his physical and mental strength would reach their peak. "Zero!" At the final beep, the space of the Higashikawa Box automatically highlighted itself, because Higashikawa possessed the most abundant energy in the universe—once energized, the remote control could follow him, responding to his every wish. Higashikawa rose swiftly, and at that moment, Pan Jinlian began passionately kissing him, gradually drawing her lips away. "Stay with me! Take me with you! Please!" At this moment, Pan Jinlian truly could not let go of this outstanding man before her. "Jinlian! I will fight for you! I will ensure that future generations know you were a kind and noble woman—every rumor about you will fade into nothing!" "Higashikawa! Honestly, I don't care what others think of me. All I care about now is being with you—being with you! Take me with you! Take me with you!" Pan Jinlian wept, extending her jade hands into the air, grasping one of Higashikawa's legs tightly, refusing to let go. Gao Liang gently pushed her aside, and Pan Jinlian turned to him and said, "I know you won't accept me! Because you think I'm not pure!" "No, Jinlian! Please don't misunderstand! In my eyes, a truly pure woman is one whose heart is beautiful!" Gao Liang's words deeply moved Pan Jinlian. Never before had she heard someone praise and affirm her so sincerely. Indeed, Pan Jinlian was a woman who loved boldly and hated fiercely, unbound by traditional Confucian rites and moral expectations. When love came, she would shout, "Gao Liang! Take me with you! For my heart is full of you!" In the Song Dynasty, she had always been a woman of fleeting fortune—no, all that had been arranged for her by others. This time, however, her fate was in her own hands. She wanted to change it. She wanted to be reborn, to create a life entirely her own! Gao Liang was completely astonished to hear such heartfelt words from Pan Jinlian. His hands instinctively reached downward. Pan Jinlian clutched tightly at Gao Liang’s strong, outstretched hand, holding onto him as if grasping happiness itself. With a gentle pull, Gao Liang drew Pan Jinlian into the Yueguang Treasure Box, and at that moment, the box began to run swiftly—continuously traveling through time and space since the Song Dynasty. From within the box, Gao Liang and Pan Jinlian looked down, as if viewing a slide presentation. "Wow, Gao Liang! Look—how is this different from the era I’m used to! So many people are riding large, majestic horses! And they’re not Han people, oh no—they’re the Mongols! The Mongols!" Pan Jinlian’s bright eyes sparkled with excitement. Gao Liang smiled warmly and said, "Historically, after the Song Dynasty came the Yuan Dynasty—a dynasty established and ruled by the northern Mongols." "Look! What a tragedy! How can they sentence a beautiful, sorrowful woman to be beheaded? So pitiful!" Pan Jinlian watched a scene unfolding below. "The Tragedy of Dou E!" Oh! The Mongols have been relentlessly oppressive toward the Han people, dominating men and controlling women, leaving Han women living in constant suffering! Gao Liang, well-versed in the history of the Chinese nation, immediately recognized the situation upon seeing it and couldn't help but marvel. Pan Jinlian, in turn, was deeply impressed by Gao Liang's broad knowledge and erudition—she never imagined that such an outstanding man would know what lay ahead. "Wow! What magnificent palace complexes these are! So grand and impressive! Who lives here?" Pan Jinlian assumed that such splendid palaces must belong to the immortals, so she couldn't help but ask. "This is the Forbidden City! It was built starting in the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Zhu Di, the Hongwu Emperor, initiated the construction in 1406. The designer was Kui Xiang (1397–1481, styled Tingrui, from Suzhou). The complex covers an area of 780,000 square meters, employing 300,000 laborers, and took 14 years to complete, featuring 9,999 rooms and a half. "As soon as the highlight was finished, Pan Jinlian gasped, her mouth wide open, and instinctively reached for High Light's hand, exclaiming, 'I never thought you'd be so remarkable! You even knew about such a detail!"