The shopkeeper didn’t forget to pack all the information booklets from the shelves into a bundle. “These all have QR codes on the back. If you don’t understand something, just scan them—there are video tutorials.”

Yun Tutu flipped through the materials. The explanations were clear enough that even a novice like her could understand them, let alone experienced farmers.

“Song Song, can you convert all of this into small seal script?” Yun Tutu asked, suddenly realizing that if she really ended up in the Qin Dynasty, she would be illiterate.

“It’s doable, but it’ll consume a lot of energy,” Song Song replied, somewhat reluctantly. A few pages wouldn’t be an issue, but converting this much information might drain all its reserves.

Yun Tutu sorted through the materials, selecting the ones on staple crops first. “Then just convert these for now, and we’ll see about the rest later.”

While they conversed, Yun Tutu also picked out some farming tools. The shopkeeper tallied up everything and calculated the total cost.

Surprisingly, all these items cost less than a single set of cosmetics.

After settling the bill, Yun Tutu, with Song Song’s help, quietly loaded everything into the side boxes, filling them to the brim.

“Now, how about we go buy that map?” Song Song reminded her, not wanting her to forget the main task.

Yun Tutu hopped on her motorbike and headed straight for the bookstore.

The bookstore was packed with all sorts of books. Yun Tutu wandered through the shelves, picking out volumes like “Five Thousand Years of Chinese History,” collections on the four great inventions, and a simplified Chinese to small seal script conversion chart she found particularly useful. It contained 5,000 characters—more than enough for her needs.

With that problem solved, Yun Tutu’s options expanded dramatically.

She grabbed books on agricultural history, agricultural technology, and even a few on ancient weapons and military strategy. There were volumes on Chinese military history, ancient weaponry, and law books too.

As she piled the books on the counter, Song Song couldn’t help but ask, “Are you planning to empty out the entire bookstore? We haven’t even gotten to the main task yet, and there’s no more space left to carry anything else.”

Realizing she had gone a bit overboard, Yun Tutu replied, “If only I could carry more! It seems my bike is still too small.” But she didn’t stop there—she picked up three high-capacity backpacks and added several world maps and maps of China to the pile.

“Do you really need that many?” Song Song asked, puzzled. “They only asked for one world map.”

“I’m just in a good mood today—think of it as a buy one, get ten free deal,” Yun Tutu quipped, hoping that with these books and seeds, the First Emperor of Qin might gain an advantage…

“But what’s the point of all this? I just looked up the history, and this emperor doesn’t have long to live,” Song Song remarked, pouring cold water on her excitement.

Yun Tutu clapped her hands as if she had just remembered something. “That’s it! Can we arrange it so I arrive just after the unification of the six states?”

That would be before his second tour, before Xu Fu’s journey, before everything went wrong. With the right history books and her advice, maybe the First Emperor wouldn’t repeat his mistakes.

“That’s not possible…”

“Why not? Think about it—if someone wants to send a world map to expand an empire, what’s the point if the emperor dies soon after receiving it?”

Song Song hesitated, “You make a fair point. I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any promises. There might be some discrepancies.”

“Good enough,” Yun Tutu thought. As long as it wasn’t the last leg of the emperor’s life, she would be fine. It would be devastating to show up just before his final tour and waste all her preparations.

After paying for the books, Yun Tutu carried them back to her bike in several trips. She packed the rear compartment until it was full and stuffed the remaining books into the backpacks she bought, hanging them on either side and carrying one on her back.

Her overloaded appearance drew curious glances from passersby. Surely, a van would have been more suitable for transporting so much stuff than a motorbike.

“Are you done buying things now?” Song Song asked, a hint of sarcasm in its tone.

Unfazed, Yun Tutu replied, “If you let me carry more, or upgrade the bike further, I could buy even more.”

“Let’s go,” Song Song huffed, bringing up the navigation screen in front of her.

As Yun Tutu rode off, she felt a mix of nerves and excitement, mentally shouting, “Great Ancestor, Lord Zheng, First Emperor, here I come…”

“Could you quiet down a bit?” Song Song grumbled. Even though she was only shouting in her mind, their connection made her excitement overwhelming.

“You don’t understand how excited I am,” Yun Tutu replied, slowing down her pace. She needed to calm down.

“Maybe you should think about what it will be like to suddenly appear before an emperor. What do you think will happen? Especially before a ruler known for his harsh policies,” Song Song warned, bringing her back to reality.

Yun Tutu slammed on the brakes. “You have a point. I need to make sure I’m safe first.”

“Of course, your life will only end in your own world,” Song Song replied, somewhat offended by her lack of trust.

“Alright then, if there’s any danger, I’ll drop everything and we’ll leave immediately,” Yun Tutu said, planning to play it safe.

“But you better not waste time. Once the task is done, we need to leave quickly,” Song Song insisted, concerned about the energy drain.

“Absolutely,” Yun Tutu agreed. She never believed those novels where time travel leads to a better life. With the lack of entertainment and even basic food in ancient times, there was nothing to tempt her, especially not in the Qin Dynasty where people still ate rough food and wild vegetables.

“Get ready. After two more turns, we’ll reach the deserted alley,” Song Song instructed, letting Yun Tutu handle the rest.

Taking a few deep breaths, Yun Tutu revved up the bike.

As she passed through the alley and emerged on the other side, she was met with a loud shout, “Protect the Emperor! Who dares to intrude?”

Yun Tutu barely had time to take in her surroundings before she realized she was surrounded by guards. Bronze swords were pointed at her, with a ring of spears around them.

She had never seen such a scene before and felt a chill down her spine. But then she noticed that the guards trying to apprehend her were being repelled, as if some invisible barrier surrounded her.

“Who are you?” The captain of the guards, unable to capture this strange intruder, demanded coldly, “Why have you suddenly appeared here?”