My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 3: They Have All Become History

In a civilized society, it shouldn’t always be about drawing swords and fighting.

It’s just not right.

Xu Qing had finally explained that it wasn’t poison, and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The cola, knocked over impulsively, nearly sparked a bloody incident.

Judging by her reaction, she wasn’t kidding—what was half-believed before was now seventy percent true.

“Can you stop pulling out your sword at every turn…” Xu Qing stared at Jiang He’s sword and said, “I’m a... decent guy. Otherwise, would I care if you were left outside to die? Right?”

“You’ve scared Winter Melon.”

The fat cat shrank into a corner, licking its fur while casting sidelong glances at the two foolish humans.

“I am a good person.”

“...”

Seeing Jiang He’s silence, Xu Qing felt a headache coming on, unsure what to do.

He still felt a bit dizzy—cosplaying was one thing, but why did it have to turn into this, becoming real?

“My mind’s a mess, let me sort things out.”

Leaning back against the sofa, Xu Qing rubbed his temples, thinking about what to do next and how to handle it.

Facing this fierce girl, there were only three options: first, trick her out the door and lock it—whether she starved, froze, or caused chaos outside wouldn’t be his problem. Within three days, there would likely be news of her arrest or being shot down after brandishing a weapon.

Second, call the police and let them handle it—a girl who might be a subject of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang inexplicably appearing in the modern era, over 1,200 years later, would certainly be of interest for study.

But the police would probably... no, definitely think it was a joke, and if something went wrong when they arrived, it could end with bloodshed.

Third, let her stay for now.

Xu Qing glanced at her, thoughts racing.

Could he let this ancient heroine, sword in hand, stay under his roof? Despite her impulsiveness, she might know martial arts, or even possess skills like lightfoot...

Releasing her to roam freely in this society could mean regret later, regardless of whether she got caught, became homeless, or miraculously survived.

A scene from a sci-fi novel unfolding before him—how could he just let it slip away?

In just a moment, Xu Qing’s mind had already analyzed everything clearly.

Gurgle...

Xu Qing turned his head; the sound came from the girl’s stomach.

“Eat something.” He picked up the untouched chicken wrap and offered it to her. If he was going to let her stay, he needed to calm her down. No more sudden sword-drawing; it was too nerve-wracking.

“What is this?” Jiang He hesitated, glancing at the black umbrella by the sofa, beginning to believe that he might be trustworthy.

“Food.” Xu Qing unwrapped a corner of the chicken wrap. “Should I take a bite first to prove it’s not poisoned?”

“Go ahead.”

“...”

“...”

“Forget it, you probably wouldn’t like it anyway. I’ll order a rice bowl for you in a bit.”

Xu Qing bit into the chicken wrap, chewing thoughtfully as he planned his next steps.

If she was staying, he needed to conceal her identity.

“Do you know where this is?” he asked, patting the sofa and making room for her. “Sit, let’s talk while seated. You standing there with a sword makes me nervous.”

Jiang He came over, pressing her hand on the sofa twice before slowly sitting down. Her gaze remained wary, though she seemed more relaxed than before.

She hadn’t been idle either, analyzing her situation from the start.

Despite her unfamiliarity with everything, she recognized the umbrella. This man initially offered her shelter; it was just that the room felt strange, and his food habits were peculiar... She assumed he might have some quirks, but caution was still needed.

“Where is this?”

“Jiang City.”

“...”

“...”

Xu Qing rubbed his nose, thought for a moment, and said, “I don’t know how to explain... do you know Li Bai?”

“Do you know where he is?”

“Uh... what I’m about to say might scare you.”

Jiang He looked at him without blinking. “Go ahead.”

“Put the sword aside first. I’m afraid you’ll react impulsively.”

“...Alright.”

She glanced around, set the sword on the table, and released it. In a strange accent, she said, “It doesn’t matter where this is. I want to go home.”

“You might not be able to go back.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s very far from your home.”

Hearing this, Jiang He’s eyelids twitched as she looked up at Xu Qing. “How far?”

“About 1,200 years away.”

“Hmm?” Jiang He frowned, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

She couldn’t grasp the concept of ‘years’ and distance being related—did returning home mean walking for 1,000 years?@@novelbin@@

“Here.” Xu Qing pointed at the ground and observed her expression as he spoke slowly. “This is 1,200 years after your time.”

“Li Longji, Li Bai, Yang Yuhuan, An Lushan... whether you know them or not, your emperor, your friends, everyone you know—they all lived more than 1,000 years ago. They have all been dead for over a millennium.”

“Nonsense!”

Jiang He sprang to her feet, looking around in disbelief.

“Whether it’s nonsense, you can verify it gradually. For now, you see that nothing here is familiar to you.” Seeing that she didn’t pick up her sword again, Xu Qing sighed in relief.

As long as they could communicate. The worst scenario would be one where she acted like those characters on TV who never listened, believed everyone was an enemy, and went on a killing spree.

Crazy!

“For now, think of this as a new world... ‘In the Jade Capital in the sky, the twelve towers and five cities’—you know Li Bai’s poem, right? Treat this place as the Jade Capital.”

“He didn’t write that poem!”

“Uh...” Xu Qing blinked. “A slip-up, maybe he hadn’t written it when you knew him... he should’ve been in his twenties.”

Seeing Jiang He’s uncertain expression, he added, “This world is both dangerous and safe, with its own... laws. You can verify everything about Li Bai later, but for now, put it aside. To be safe, you need to first understand this world.

...Do you understand?”

“You’re lying to me.” Jiang He frowned at him.

“You’re smart; I think you can judge for yourself.” Xu Qing pointed to his head, then outside. “You saw the outside world, right? It’s nothing like what you’re used to.”

“Those people you knew... they’ve all become history.”

“...”

Looking at her expression, Xu Qing suddenly felt a shared sense of sorrow.

If he were thrown 1,000 years into the future, he probably wouldn’t handle it any better.

“Rubbish!” Jiang He gritted her teeth, grabbing the sword from the table. “I don’t believe it!”

She turned to leave.

“Wait!”

Clang!

Her sword slid out halfway, aimed at Xu Qing.

“I already said, this world has its own rules. You need to understand them to stay safe.” Xu Qing stood still, watching her draw the sword for the third time, without any anger or impatience.

He had seen through the essence of this fiery girl—she was just scared.

Anyone tossed into a foreign land would be disoriented at first, let alone someone thrown 1,000 years into the future, seeing nothing familiar.

“For example, carrying a weapon openly is dangerous here.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“When Winter Melon was outside, I took him in too.”

“Winter Melon?”

“Over there, that fat cat.”

Jiang He followed his gaze. The fat cat lay lazily on the cabinet, yawning.

“Are you mocking me?”

“...No!”