I dressed as the white moonlight substitute for the tyrant who died young.
Historical records record that she died of poisonous bleeding from her seven orifices, and her body was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave.
But when I traveled through time, she was lying on the dragon bed panting.
The tyrant pinched my neck and sneered: "Since I'm not completely dead, I'll sleep with you tonight."
I frantically searched for a history book to save myself, but he discovered the writing on the page:
"Three years after the new emperor ascended the throne, he poisoned his wife Shen."
His eyes suddenly turned crazy: "How did you know my name?"
——The future emperor written above is not him at all.
