Looking for the Qin Dynasty: Cocoon of Time

When Taishi ordered Xiang Yunge to compile "The Secret History of Black Ice Terrace", he discovered the blood jade cong left by his biological mother in the interlayer of bamboo slips. The binary code etched on it points to a truth sealed deep in Qin Shihuang's mausoleum that can tear apart reality: his father Xiang Shaolong was not the first time traveler, but the 49th out-of-control variable in a "civilization grafting experiment" that spanned three thousand years. At the same time, the astrologer Ying Xuanyue glimpsed changes in the star's orbit - thirty nights later, the Emperor's Star will fall into the turbulence of time and space. What she is observing is not celestial phenomena, but the real-time data stream of the "Chinese Civilization Restoration Plan" in the 23rd century. What's even more cruel is that the star map shows that the only anchor that can stabilize time and space is her unborn child. When the Jianghu intelligence organization "Liuyunfang" sent out a strange triple time and space wedding invitation to the world, and when the time gaps that Xiang Shaolong buried in the Mirror Valley of Shu in his later years began to bite back into the present world, everyone was shocked to realize that history has long been reduced to a memory cemetery where everyone is tampering with each other. The executioner who had returned from the end of time pointed his sword at Xiang Yunge's brow, and suddenly burst into tears and called out his nickname that only Xiang Shaolong knew - It turns out that the most painful fate is to touch the three-dimensional heart in the virtual epic of civilization. (Finger touches the wet word "cocoon" on the rice paper) There are three space-time codes hidden in the introduction: binary bamboo slips, observer's fetus, and three-dimensional heart. This exactly corresponds to the entanglement of the three dimensions of civilization, blood and emotion. Do you need me to expand on the details of a clue? For example, the specific code pattern etched on the blood jade cong, or the time and space folding principle of the triple wedding?