Lin Yun suddenly opened her eyes, and the blinding sunlight shone on her face through the gap in the curtains.

She instinctively reached out to cover herself, only to find herself lying on a soft bed, covered with a thin silk quilt.

"Where...is this?" She looked around blankly, and familiar modern decor came into view—

The room features minimalist Scandinavian-style furniture, abstract paintings on the wall, and an electronic alarm clock on the bedside table.

She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

She looked down at her hands; they were slender and fair, with neatly trimmed nails, showing no trace of a woman dressed in palace attire.

"I'm back?" she murmured to herself, her voice filled with disbelief.

Lin Yun rolled out of bed, her bare feet stepping onto the cold floor; the real touch made her even more dazed.

She strode to the desk, which was covered with design drawings and trophies—honor certificates from top global fashion designers, gold medals from international competitions, each one shining brightly.

She picked up her phone with trembling hands. The screen lit up, displaying the date: September 10, 2023.

"How could this be..." Her mind was in chaos. She quickly turned on her computer and searched for "Empress Lin Jia of the Yongzheng Emperor".

The results all showed Empress Xiaojingxian, of the Ulanara clan, with no mention of "Lin Yun" or "Lin Jia".

Her heart sank little by little.

There is no record of a person named "Linjia" in the records of Yongzheng's harem.

She then checked Hongyao, Zhaohua, Hongsheng... all the names she used to know, but they all seemed to have never existed.

"Could it be... just a dream?" Lin Yun slumped into her chair, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.

But the memories of those ten-plus years are so vivid—Yongzheng's gentleness, the children's dependence, the business empire she built from scratch, even the secret of the spiritual spring water, everything is terrifyingly real.

The phone rang suddenly, startling her so much she almost jumped.

The screen displayed the name "Company Director." She took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Lin Wanqing! Where are you? The press conference is in three days, the models' fittings are all in chaos, where are you?!"

The director's voice was almost piercing.

Lin Yun then remembered that the day before she transmigrated was the final draft date for the new series of clothing.

Also, her name isn't Lin Yun, it's Lin Wanqing.

She rubbed her temples, forcing herself to calm down: "I'm sorry, I... I'll be at the company right away."

After hanging up the phone, she rushed into the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water.

The woman in the mirror had delicate features, but a hint of dazedness in her eyes.

She patted her cheeks and whispered to herself, "Work first, the rest... I'll think about it later."

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The company building was brightly lit. Lin Yun walked briskly into the design department in her high heels, and her colleagues looked up to greet her.

"Sister Wanqing, you're finally here! The sample room was about to explode!" The assistant jogged over and handed her a stack of revision comments.

Lin Yun took the document and forced herself into work mode.

She flipped through the design drafts, her fingers skillfully sketching on the paper, while she quickly gave instructions: "Take down the waistline of this one by two centimeters, and change the cuffs to openwork lace; the color scheme of that one is too dull, add a touch of bright color to brighten it up."

...

After three busy days, Lin Yun finally collapsed onto the sofa in her office.

As dusk settled outside the window, the city lights reflected in her eyes, yet they brought a strange sense of loneliness to her.

"Sister Wanqing, are you alright?" the assistant asked cautiously.

Lin Yun shook her head and forced a smile: "It's nothing, I'm probably just too tired."

The press conference was a great success, and the media rushed to report on her new collection—"a perfect fusion of classic and modern."

Only she knows where those inspirations came from.

There will be a short holiday next.

Lin Yun searched for information everywhere; she refused to believe there wasn't a single clue.

She searched through Qing Dynasty historical materials in the library, immersed herself in the ancient book section, and checked page by page the "Draft History of the Qing Dynasty", "Veritable Records of the Yongzheng Reign", and even local chronicles and private notes, but she still could not find a single word about "Lin Jia Shi" or "Lin Yun".

"How could this happen..." She stared at the computer screen, her eyes stinging with tears.

If that experience was real, why didn't history leave any trace of her?

If it was just a dream, why is her memory so vivid?

Over the weekend, she bought a plane ticket to Beijing.

The Forbidden City in Beijing.

The autumn sun shone on the vermilion palace walls.

Lin Yun stood in front of Kunning Palace, the familiar palace making her feel dazed for a moment.

This used to be her palace, but now it's packed with tourists.

The tour guide's loudspeaker blared: "Kunning Palace was the main palace of the Qing Dynasty empresses. Empress Xiaojingxian, of the Ulanara clan, was once the wife of Emperor Yongzheng..."

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

"No...it shouldn't be like this..." she murmured, turned and left the crowd, heading towards the side hall.

Every familiar corner is now separated by modern signs and railings.

Lin Yun unconsciously reached out her hand, as if she could touch that vivid dream.

In the afternoon, she went to the Imperial Museum.

This is a museum themed around Qing Dynasty court artifacts.

The glass display case contains Emperor Yongzheng's imperial edicts, jewelry from his consorts, and even a portrait of Empress Xiaojingxian in her court dress.

Lin Yun stood in front of the portrait, her breath almost stopping.

The woman in the painting is dignified and majestic, yet bears no resemblance to her.

"Do you have any information about Yongzheng's other empresses? For example... Lady Linjia?"

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