I opened my eyes groggily and found myself in a temple.
Two brightly dressed maids beside me burst into tears of joy when they saw I was awake. The maid in green told the one in red, “Liuzhu, the young lady is awake. Go fetch her a bowl of water to help her come around!” The maid in red nodded, tears still on her cheeks. “I'll go ask the abbot for some water first. Huanbi, keep a good eye on the young lady!”
Liuzhu? Huanbi? Have I become Zhen Huan?
Hey, Zhen Huan, weren't you praying to fail the imperial selection? Why did you faint? Did Buddha realize you didn't mean what you said and slap you unconscious? Come on, I'll grant your wish for you: you'll fail the selection!
It's only the final audience, I can bluff my way through it.
But just before I went in, I saw An Lingrong...
No, I have to stay
