Immortal Bones United, a Kiss Amid Qin Yi's Music

"One with the Immortal Bones, a Kiss Amid the Qin and Xiao"

That day, Yu Qinyi opened a birthday delivery from Wang Sicong: an antique jade Pixiu pendant engraved with “Exclusively for Lalan.”

On camera, she quipped, “Principal Wang, are you hinting that I belong in a museum by sending me an antique?”

The next second, a rift in time and space swallowed them both.

In the dungeon of the Black Wind Society in the Republican era, gang members sneered. “Either enter the maze and find the gold, or jump into the Huangpu River and feed the fish.”

As spinning blades in the maze grazed Wang Sicong’s bespoke suit, Yu Qinyi suddenly started a livestream on her phone. “Everyone, watch this!”

“We’re exploring a Republican-era maze! Send enough rockets, and we’ll solve the clues and beat the level!”

When her phone camera swept over the ledgers on the secret chamber’s walls, it revealed records of gold shipments to the Japanese military headquarters.

The livestream device clipped to her phone stand hummed softly, faithfully capturing Yu Qinyi, known online as “Your Lalan,” and her face, a mix of excitement and deliberately affected disdain. The mild afternoon sunlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, gilding the living room of her high-rise apartment in Hangzhou’s Binjiang District with a lazy golden glow. On the coffee table, a luxury shopping box emblazoned with an enormous gold logo had been ripped open, leaving a dust bag and raffia scattered everywhere.

“Guys! Look! Look what Principal Wang has come up with for me this year!”