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Qingyun Sect, outer gate square. The spring breeze swept the cold air from the mountain top and passed over the bluestone-paved ground, but it could not dissipate the stagnant ridicule and contempt in the field. Lin Chen knelt on one knee in the center of the square. His coarse outer disciple uniform was still stained with dirt from being pushed around by his fellow disciples during morning exercises. His hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, and his nails were almost embedded in his palms, and he was not aware of the bleeding. Three steps in front of him stood Su Qingyue, who was dressed in Yuebai Inner Sect disciple uniform. The girl had a stunning face, but her eyes and brows held an arrogance and coldness that did not match her age, as if the person standing in front of her was not her fiancé with a three-year engagement, but a worthless piece of dust on the roadside. She held a bright yellow engagement book in her hand, and with a slight exertion of her fingertips, the paper wrinkled, as if she was holding something dirty.

Li Lingping rested on the cold ground for a long time before she could fully digest the fact that she had traveled through time. There was a faint scent of incense lingering on the tip of her nose, mixed with a faint smell of medicine. Under her body was a rough but clean linen mattress, with carved wooden beams above her head and a half-old blue gauze hanging - all of this reminded her that the modern world with advanced instruments and sterile operating rooms was already far away from her. She is now an unknown little palace maid in the Tang Dynasty palace. The original owner of her body is also named Lingping. She accidentally bumped into a nobleman's honor guard while working in the imperial garden the day before yesterday. She was frightened and fainted. When she woke up, her core was replaced by her, a doctor of surgical medicine.