I Dug up My Own Tomb

Archaeologist Lin Qian's tomb collapsed on the first day he went down to it. When he opened his eyes again, he became an almost forgotten name on the draft list of the Great Zhou Dynasty. OK. She has the rigorous logic trained in archeology, a complete set of scripts endorsed by the history department, and the determination to "go back sooner or later anyway". The results are just there - Beautiful girl, concubine, noble concubine, queen. Along the way, she turned palace battles into field archeology, and court games into documentary research. The sickly emperor took her hand and said, "You are more suitable for this country than me." She ascended the throne. The only empress. The rule of Zhaoming was recorded in history books. At the end of his life, he goes to bed and closes his eyes. When she opened her eyes again - the hospital's incandescent lights made her want to curse. The teacher's eyes were red: You were in a coma for three months and the tomb collapsed, but the cultural relics were snatched out. She took the photo and shook her hand. Her reign name is engraved on the unearthed jade seal. Her face was reflected in the bronze mirror. There is also a roll of sealed parchment, with the ink still wet, written - "Lin Qian, stop looking. What you're looking for is yourself." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.