Nanny Lin knew that Mo Lian and her princess were not on good terms, so she didn’t let Mo Lian come in immediately. Instead, she turned and looked toward Jun Wan, who was lying on the bed.
“Let her in,” Jun Wan said.
Jun Wan had not been sleepy at all after sleeping much of the journey in the carriage. When she heard Mo Lian’s voice, she was a little puzzled as to why she had come to see her, but still allowed her to enter.
Once inside, Mo Lian stood awkwardly, unsure where to place herself. Nanny Lin brought her a stool and let her sit down.
Mo Lian looked at Jun Wan on the bed. “I… I came to apologize. I… I shouldn’t have looked down on you before, and I shouldn’t have followed Lu Chunxuan in insulting you.”
After what happened the day before—when Madam Kong had made her support her along the road, and during rest they all ate white steamed buns while she was given none—she finally understood that Madam Kong’s kindness toward her had always been fake. It was only because her mother was favored and her father also liked her.
Jun Wan smiled faintly. “It’s good that you understand now. Let the past be the past. We’ll judge you by your future behavior.”
“Don’t worry, I will never listen to them again,” Mo Lian quickly assured her.
“I don’t mind,” Jun Wan replied. “But you must learn to distinguish right from wrong in the future. Don’t let your mother be sad. After all, no one in this world loves you more than she does.”
“Mm.” Mo Lian nodded heavily, her eyes red.
Jun Wan did not rush her. When Mo Lian’s emotions finally calmed and she stood to take her leave, she suddenly turned back, her face slightly flushed.
“S…sister-in-law.”
After saying it, she saw that Jun Wan did not look displeased and finally relaxed. “Be careful of Madam Ding. I just saw her secretly leave with an officer. Yesterday she was already speaking ill of you, so I’m afraid she may try to harm you and Jingchen.”
Jun Wan was slightly surprised. So Madam Ding had already abandoned Fan Wei and found a new target so quickly?
“Alright, I understand. Thank you,” Jun Wan replied with a warm smile.
Mo Lian froze for a moment, then also smiled. At that moment, both of them understood silently that the distance between them had disappeared.
After Mo Lian left, Nanny Lin looked worriedly at little Jingchen. “Princess, should we send someone to deal with Madam Ding?”
Jun Wan shook her head. “No need.”
A small figure like Madam Ding was not worth her attention. What she wanted to know now was what other tricks Mo Cheng might be preparing against them.
At that moment, Linglan entered with food.
Afraid that someone might harm her princess, she had stayed by the kitchen the entire time until the food was prepared before bringing it over herself.
After they finished eating, Jun Wan brought them into her space.
This time, Jun Wan asked Linglan and Nanny Lin to each choose a guest room to clean up and use as their future rooms, while she took little Jingchen back to her own room.
After changing Jingchen’s diaper and feeding him milk, she went to the bathroom.
Nanny Lin, worried she might catch a chill, had not allowed her to bathe since giving birth. She felt unbearably uncomfortable and couldn’t resist taking a quick “battle bath.”
When she came out, Nanny Lin had also finished organizing her room and came in.
“Princess, let this old servant take care of Little Jingchen. You should rest well.”
“Then I’ll trouble you, Nanny,” Jun Wan said without refusing.
Nanny Lin lovingly picked up the baby from the cradle and walked out, softly cooing, “Little Young Master, let’s go sleep with this old servant…”
After she left, Jun Wan couldn’t fall asleep. She took her military backpack from the table and pulled out her phone.
Her phone was solar-charged, so it never ran out of battery as long as there was light.
After turning it on, she opened WeChat and saw a message from her mother:
“Baby, Mom misses you so much.”
There was no timestamp, so she didn’t know when it had been sent.
Jun Wan’s eyes stung, and she quickly replied:
“Mom, I miss you too. I miss Dad too. I miss you both so much, so much!”
After sending it, she thought sadly that it would be wonderful if her mother could actually receive the message—but that was impossible.
Just then, a dialog box suddenly popped up:
(Transdimensional message sending. 10 characters cost 50 taels of silver; anything under 10 characters is counted as 10. This transmission costs 100 taels. Confirm sending?)
Jun Wan’s heart skipped a beat. Was it what she thought it was?
Her hands trembled with excitement, but she still decisively tapped “Confirm.” A message appeared:
(Sent successfully)
She stared at the screen without blinking, nervously waiting for her mother’s reply.
To be honest, she didn’t fully believe it—but since even her house had traveled to this world with her, she couldn’t help feeling hope.
Time passed slowly. The phone remained silent. Just as she thought it had all been her imagination, a message finally appeared:
“Who are you? How did you get Wan’er’s WeChat password?”
“Mom! It’s Wan’er! I’m your Wan’er!” Jun Wan cried out while typing rapidly and sending it.
“Wan’er? How… is it really you?” On the other side of the world, her mother Xu Xueming was in tears, her hands shaking as she typed.
“It’s me, Mom! It’s really me!”
Jun Wan then explained everything about how she had ended up in another world, and finally even started a video call with her mother.
In the video, Xu’s mother looked thin and exhausted. But the moment she saw the woman in ancient clothing who looked exactly like her daughter, she immediately recognized her.
“Wan’er! Wan’er! It’s really you! Mom thought I’d never see you again,” Xu Xueming cried, covering her mouth with one hand while holding the phone with the other.
Seeing her mother’s haggard appearance, Jun Wan also burst into tears, nodding repeatedly to comfort her.
“Mom, don’t cry. Even though I’m not with you now, we can still see each other like this. We should be happy.”
“I’m fine, I’m just happy. My Wan’er is well—that’s enough. No matter where you are, as long as you’re safe, Mom is relieved.”
After they calmed down, Jun Wan told her mother she now had a son. She did not mention her exile, only saying she was doing well, that her husband was a prince who had passed away, and that she and her son Jingchen were living in the prince’s residence and living happily.
Xu Xueming sighed upon hearing this, saddened that her daughter’s husband had died. She didn’t press further and instead asked, “Where is my grandson? Bring him to me—I want to see him.”
“Wait for me, I’ll bring him right away.”
Jun Wan immediately teleported to Nanny Lin’s room.