The days of caring for a newborn were dull.

Interstellar females didn’t have to go through postpartum confinement. After her time in the birthing pod, her body had basically made a full recovery.

Recently, aside from her daily trips to the beauty salon for postpartum sculpting and care, she spent all her time at home with Zhaozhao.

When it came to the actual care, however, she couldn’t get involved at all.

Ever since Zhaozhao’s birth, Shi Lichuan and the others had taken over everything. And besides them, there were also the childcare robots.

Lan Yuyan’s mother and father also came over to stay for the entire day, basically every other day.

They didn’t do much—just stared at the baby, dazed and grinning foolishly. Then, they would head home, completely content, with up to eight hours of video recordings.

They probably hadn’t come over in the last two days out of fear that visiting too often would disrupt their lives.

But this only made things harder for Lan Yuyan.

The man in question, who was diligently working at his company to support his family, answered the tenth call from his mother that day.

Lan Yidan got straight to the point. "How’s Zhaozhao today? How many times has she had her milk?"

"Mother, I’m still in a meeting at the office. I’m not home yet."

"What? It’s already two in the afternoon and you’re still not done with work? Yuyan, I’m not trying to criticize you, but you’re really not very efficient.

How about this? I’ll have your father go help you out for a while. You should do your best to learn from him.

Learn how to get your daily tasks done more efficiently so you can get off work earlier!"

"You have to understand, a father’s presence is very important for a child. Even though Zhaozhao has several fathers with her, you can’t be absent either.

And Qinqin just gave birth! How can you not spend more time with her?

Of course, you can’t slack off on your work either. After all, Zhaozhao will need to inherit your fortune when she grows up, so you have to save up more for her..."

Lan Yuyan quickly agreed to everything.

His mother might have been nagging him, but he didn’t feel any impatience as he listened. Instead, a warmth spread through his heart.

She was teaching him how to protect his little family.

Even though he already knew all of this, he still cherished his mother’s guidance.

"Alright, I’ll let you go. Hurry up and finish your work so you can get back to Qinqin and Zhaozhao sooner.

Remember to bring home a small gift. Don’t just bring the smell of the office back with you. I’m hanging up."

"Goodbye, Mother."

...

Goes to show you, all mothers think alike.

At that very moment, Shi Lichuan was also listening to his own mother’s guidance.

After listening to his mother, he moved on to his father’s childcare advice.

He wasn’t just humoring them, either. He diligently recorded everything on his Light Computer, filing it away in a folder labeled: "Daughter’s Care Manual."

Cang Hong was singing a lullaby, trying to lull Zhaozhao to sleep.

Long Hao was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the family with a great deal of CLANGING and BANGING that made her anxious.

She wanted to stop him, but his determination to improve was too strong. So, she decided to let him practice. Worst case, they had nutrient liquid to fall back on.

Yuan Ling, meanwhile, was in charge of keeping her company.

Seeing that she was bored, he thought for a moment before pulling a sleek-looking box from his Space Button and handing it to her.

"What’s this?"

"A game."

Jiang Qin’s interest was piqued. "Did you make it? How do you play?"

Yuan Ling blushed. "I heard that females enjoy playing ’house,’ so I made this game especially for you.

I designed a race of beings inside, and the player acts as their creator god.

You can choose how many are born and then design their entire lives.

For example, who they meet, marry, have children with, and even when they die."

As Jiang Qin listened, she found it both interesting and a little strange.

Still, she understood the gameplay, so she gave the "world in a box" game a try.

It was basically like an adult playing with an ant farm, except these ’ants’ were anthropomorphic and had been implanted with human thought programming.

To be more precise, it was a bit like one of those legendary ’god games.’

The player looks down upon the people they control.

This kind of game felt kind of twisted.

Yuan Ling had made two such boxes in total. The larger one was populated with people, while the smaller one was filled with animals.

"This one is for Zhaozhao to play with when she gets a little older."

"I also heard that females like to play with dress-up dolls, so I’ve started building a dollhouse."

Jiang Qin asked, "What kind?"

"It’s like that protective container I prepared for you. I want to build a dollhouse designed to look like it’s sealed by a Mecha.

If I just put it in a Space Button, I’m worried Zhaozhao might accidentally bump herself when she takes it out.

But if I use a Mecha-sealed Space Button, the house can expand from small to large on its own..."

Jiang Qin: "..."

Full of worry, she sat down by the crib, looked at her peacefully sleeping baby, and sighed.

"Oh, baby... I have a feeling your education is going to be a real uphill battle."

It seemed there were quite a few roadblocks in her way.

***

Since she wasn’t needed for childcare, Jiang Qin got busy with her own work again.

After all, spending every day at home just eating and sleeping was getting really tedious.

She still preferred to be working.

Whether she earned money wasn’t important; what mattered most was doing something she enjoyed.

So, she went back to being a Beijing opera coach for actors.

Meanwhile, *Journey to the West* began its popular run on various platforms.

The timing was perfect, as everyone was getting a little tired of rewatching *Rebirth Night*.

As for a theme like *Journey to the West*, the Interstellar People had never seen anything like it; they had only ever heard a few scattered rumors.

That’s right, rumors.

Jiang Qin had looked into it. These rumors came from novels that the Interstellar People had mistaken for historical records.

Some cultivation novels contained descriptions of things like Immortals and Spells.

The Interstellar People were generally skeptical about these things.

All they had were a few fragmented and heavily damaged documents. Whether these were actual historical records or simply the wild fantasies of ancient people was anyone’s guess.

So, even though some claimed they were historical records, most people weren’t entirely convinced.

After all, there was not sufficient evidence to verify these records.

The Federation’s Historical Research Institute wouldn’t publish content from such unconfirmed history, but there’s no such thing as a perfect secret.

And so, rumors began to spread.

For example, that people in ancient times knew Spells, martial arts, Magic...

So when word got out that Jiang Qin’s new drama involved content related to Immortals, a large number of people began to follow it quietly.

The Historical Research Institute, in particular, immediately designated the show as a research project.

All of its researchers were required to watch, record, analyze, and verify it.

They weren’t the only ones with this idea.

The Empire was also keeping a close eye on Jiang Qin’s activities. As soon as they learned *Journey to the West* was ready to air, they quickly sent someone to negotiate a partnership with her studio.

And so, that day at three in the afternoon, people from both the Federation and the Empire were all glued to their televisions.