Xiao Chong sat at the desk, silently flipping through the section on clothing tailoring in the book "Dual Use of Military and Civilian."

There was no record of any style similar to the one Lin Wanwan had given him. But generally speaking, modern clothes are all about fitting, tidiness, and simplicity.

"Did my cousin give me this outfit because she thought my daily wear was too flashy?" Xiao Chong closed the book filled with notes on daily life, unable to figure it out.

It wasn’t until he finished bathing in the evening and tried on the two vests that he vaguely sensed a clue.

The clothing fit perfectly. Although it was somewhat elastic, it would be very uncomfortable when worn over inner clothes, needing to be worn directly against the skin to feel just right.

Wearing a vest made of an unknown white material, Xiao Chong gently touched his chest, and suddenly his lips curled into a smile as he inexplicably felt better.

What exactly he was imagining, only he might know. But judging by the look on his face right now, it seemed to be something wonderful.

Yet, after smiling for a moment, Xiao Chong’s expression gradually dimmed. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"There are tall trees in the south that cannot be rested under; there are traveling women in Han that cannot be pursued."

Enough, thinking too much is not helpful. The freedom without rank that she wanted was something he, standing in the Great Tang, really couldn’t give.

Xiao Chong picked up the clothes beside him and put on the white vest, hiding it beneath the properly made undergarment by the embroideress at the mansion, as if burying a secret.

Under the same night sky, Lin Wanwan just finished soaking in the hot spring at the Red Face Smile with young Qingyu and Xiao Yixun, then instructed the two to wear the stab-proof vests.

"Mom, why are these clothes so strange?" young Qingyu curiously asked Lin Wanwan, voicing Xiao Yixun’s doubts as well.

Young Qingyu, who owned a royal short-sleeved nightgown given by Lin Wanwan, was quite well-versed compared to other Tang natives, yet still found these garments odd.

"These intimate clothes were personally made by me for you two. They’re treasures from my master’s sect, so don’t tell anyone about them, alright? It’s our little secret."

"Mom, I can’t tell anyone at all?"

"Tell no one."

"But, He Xiang, who helps me with laundry, and Sister Sulan, who attends to me, they’ll see them!"

"It’s okay if they see them. They’re family; just don’t mention it to outsiders." Lin Wanwan praised young Qingyu’s thorough thinking, not expecting the little one to ask such a question.

The child she was raising had really grown up, no longer an ignorant little bundle of joy!

Compared to young Qingyu, Xiao Yixun actually had more questions.

She had never seen a cylindrical piece of clothing with just three simple holes.

Strange, strange!

But the young girl said nothing.

Lin Wanwan said that this intimate wear was made by her own hands! She actually made clothes for her personally!

Thinking of this, an almost imperceptible smile appeared on Xiao Yixun’s pale face.

With stab-proof clothing on, ordinary blades couldn’t harm them. Their safety index in the Great Tang could basically be considered maxed out, and Lin Wanwan expressed satisfaction.

After the bath, as night deepened, the three did not return to the Lin Mansion but slept directly in a room at the Red Face Smile.

Using the excuse of not being used to outside pillows, young Qingyu stayed on Lin Wanwan’s bed, snuggling under the same comforter.

The proud young girl Xiao Yixun, although full of longing, still pretended to be indifferent and returned to the room arranged for her.

With young Qingyu around, Lin Wanwan decided not to travel through time and stayed in the Great Tang, spending the night with the little one, which wasn’t a bad thing.

Outside their room in the shadows, someone from Xingluo was on night duty.

This nightly guard duty was arranged by Liu Rushi.

Lin Wanwan had the ring symbolizing the leader of Xingluo, so she was their head, and naturally, her safety was of utmost importance.

Standing guard and working night shifts were basic procedures that everyone was accustomed to.

Apart from those secretly guarding through the night, Lin Wanwan’s suite also had a maid sleeping in the outer room on duty.

It could be said the security measures in the Great Tang were very strong, a hundred times safer than her modern villa.

Although her modern villa had surveillance installed on the first floor, the community was mostly former residents of rehoused developments, and both the intercom system and security response were subpar.

Moreover, with Lu Shouyue’s identity being exposed, Lin Wanwan always felt like there were more eyes on her home.

Furthermore, as Su Yanwei was busy house hunting, Lin Wanwan naturally paid some attention to the real estate market.

She was not planning to move immediately but, if the right opportunity arose, would consider buying another home as a backup.

A clever rabbit has three burrows; it’s always good to have another place to stay.

Money sitting idly in the account is essentially losing value; better to invest in property.

However, having gotten used to living in a detached suburban villa, Lin Wanwan wasn’t keen on moving to a flat in a bustling area.

She often heard Gu Jingyu complaining about poor soundproofing, noisy neighbors above at midnight, and neighbors below annoyed by their kids, along with trivial annoyances, which sounded very irritating.

This made Lin Wanwan resistant to such housing types; if she were to buy, she would still choose a villa.

But land is scarce nowadays, and villas in prime locations are rare. Those enormous villas in scenic areas, costing tens of millions, are too remote and inconvenient for Lin Wanwan’s time traveling.

Thus, house hunting wasn’t an urgent matter for Lin Wanwan; she would wait for the right one before making a move.

As Lin Wanwan cuddled young Qingyu, warmly asleep in the Great Tang, back in the modern world, Lu Shouyue was being pursued by a beautiful reporter.

As the chief editor of a financial journal, a renowned beauty in the industry, Hu Lina’s interviews usually went smoothly.

Hu Lina, though not tall, had a curvaceous body, making her a deadly type for certain men.

She had been beautiful since young, confident in herself, with a considerable following on Xiaohongshu, making her a popular online reporter. Most interviews she pursued never failed; she even interviewed Wang Bocheng.

But this time, she hit a wall with Lu Shouyue, her interview requests repeatedly turned down many times.

Lu Shouyue, having just trended on social media, was currently Huaxia’s most popular business figure. Whoever could interview him first would harness that popularity, surely standing out.

Coincidentally, her company had a chief editor position opening up, prompting Hu Lina to join the competition decisively.

Securing an interview with Lu Shouyue would undoubtedly cement her career further, paving a way for her editorial path.

Besides her professional reasons for an interview, there was a personal motive; she wanted to get closer to him.

Even with Lu Shouyue’s high-profile engagement announcement, what difference would marriage make?

In this world, with a bit of effort, no cornerstone can’t be loosened; being in the media field, Hu Lina had witnessed many newcomers rising to prominence.