I Unearthed My Own Tomb

On her first day in a tomb, archaeologist Lin Qian got caught in a cave-in.

When she opened her eyes again, she had become a nearly forgotten name on the selection list for the Great Zhou palace.

Fine. She had the meticulous logic of an archaeologist, the full script backed by her history degree, and an apathetic attitude of “I'm going back sooner or later anyway.”

But as she lazed her way through it...

She went from palace candidate to consort, noble consort, and empress.

She turned palace intrigue into field archaeology and court politics into textual research. The ailing emperor took her hand and said, “You would be better suited to this empire than I am.”

She ascended the throne, becoming the only woman emperor. Her reign ushered in the Zhaoming era, and her name went down in history.

She died peacefully of old age and closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, the hospital's fluorescent lights stabbed at her eyes, making her want to curse.

Her teacher, eyes red, told her: You were unconscious for three months. The tomb collapsed, but they recovered the artifacts.

She took the photographs, her hand trembling.

The jade seal they had unearthed bore her reign name. Her face looked back at her from a bronze mirror. And on a sealed scroll of parchment, the ink looked as if it had never dried. It read:

“Lin Qian, stop looking. The person you dug up was yourself.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.