Yi Huan, a novice in the world of archeology, traveled to the Qi Kingdom thousands of years ago in a dream. By some strange combination of circumstances, his yellow hair entered the palace and became the emperor's personal maid.
But Yi Huan screamed repeatedly. This emperor was a famous tyrant. Can he survive for one episode?
Maybe he was lucky. Not only did the emperor not care about him, but he also allowed himself, a little maid, to live better than a noble concubine.
Later, Yi Huan learned that he and Zhao Wenzhu had a past life fate, and that his time travel was achieved by Zhao Wenzhu praying to God to shorten his life span by twenty years.
But it was only three years. In these three years, Yi Huan understood the structure of the Qi Kingdom's palace, saw the thousand-year-old treasures of the Qi Kingdom, and revealed the truth of history.
"Your Majesty does not engage in sexual activities or engage in chaotic situations. He regards frugality as a virtue and concession as a good thing. It is too late for your servants to be respectful."
Zhao Wenzhu's eyes were slightly red, and his eyes overflowed with affection when he looked at her.
"But I don't want you to respect me and respect me. I want you to love me and put me in your heart."
"No one will apologize for his wrongful infamy for thousands of years. Everyone will only think that this is a major archaeological event. People will be shocked by it, and some will also feel sorry for it. No one will ever think about whether he himself will see the curse he has received from the world for thousands of years, and whether he will be sad and sad because of his "unfounded" crime."
Yi Huan choked and felt as if she was being twisted by a rope. She hammered her heart:
"I think God will also feel sorry for him. He has done so much for the world, and he is the person who loves the world the most. However, just a piece of history book has earned him thousands of years of infamy, and finally died in the hands of his own people."
