She grabbed a staff member, her voice trembling.
The other person shook their head in confusion: "Emperor Yongzheng only had one empress, Ulanara. The Linjia you mentioned is probably a character from a TV series, right?"
Lin Yun opened her mouth, but ultimately remained silent and left.
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As night fell, she sat in her hotel room with the brochure she had brought back from the museum spread out in front of her.
Outside the window, the lights of Beijing shone brightly, and traffic flowed like a river. The hustle and bustle of the modern city contrasted sharply with the Forbidden City of my memories.
She closed her eyes, and the face of Emperor Yongzheng appeared in her mind.
The slight furrow in his brow as he reviewed memorials, the warmth of his hand when he held hers, his heart-wrenching cry of "Yun'er" as she lay unconscious...
"If history didn't include you, then what am I?" she asked herself softly, tears streaming down her face.
Disappointed, Lin Yun returned to her city.
Back in her apartment, she turned on her computer again.
This time, she searched for "parallel universes" and "time travel theory".
The diverse discussions on the forum dazzled her. Some people confidently claimed to have experienced similar things, while others scoffed, thinking it was just a dream that was too real.
She shut down her computer and went out onto the balcony.
A cool night breeze blew, and the lights of the distant high-rise buildings shone like stars.
"If that really is another world..." she murmured, "Your Majesty, the children, how are they now?"
Thinking of the man in the Qing Dynasty who had bestowed upon her the highest honors, and of Hongyao's youthful yet resolute face that resembled the emperor's, her eyes welled up with tears.
But the next second, she shook her head and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Lin Wanqing, you've already dreamt of being the Empress, it's time to wake up from this dream..."
She turned and went back inside, deciding to stop dwelling on it.
Whether it's a dream or something else, life goes on.
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In the days that followed, Lin Yun threw herself back into work.
In her spare time, she started browsing military forums, and occasionally when she saw discussions about ancient warfare, she couldn't help but linger for a few more seconds.
On one occasion, she even made a comment that seemed to come out of nowhere: "The tactics of the era of cold weapons were actually more sophisticated than we imagine."
Today, the military strength of Dongda University is incomparable to that of backward feudal dynasties. I really wish I could bring these things that are ahead of their time to the Qing Dynasty and unify the six kingdoms like Qin Shi Huang!
After thinking it over, she chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Lin Wanqing, how old are you? Still thinking about such childish things."
In the stillness of the night, she would occasionally dream of the red walls and yellow tiles of the Forbidden City, and of the man gazing at her in the candlelight.
But every time she woke up, she told herself: it was just a dream.
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