Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a Prince
Li Zhihui felt a sudden, stabbing pain in his head, as though he had been struck by a heavy hammer. The world spun, and everything around him blurred. Instinctively, he reached out to grab something, only to find his hands empty as his body plummeted beyond his control. Wind roared in his ears, mingled with strange sounds, as if a call were coming from another space and time.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. A faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air. The furnishings were all steeped in antiquity: a carved bed, an exquisite folding screen, and paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls. Everything showed that this place was far from ordinary. He rubbed his head, trying hard to recall what had happened, but his thoughts were a jumble. He remembered only that he had been walking home in the modern world when a flash of bright light appeared and he lost consciousness.
“Where am I?” Li Zhihui murmured. His voice echoed through the silent room.
Just then, light footsteps approached, followed by the door being gently pushed open. A woman in ancient-style clothing entered. She was beautiful, with gracefully arched brows and clear, limpid eyes. Her pale pink silk skirt swayed gently as she walked, like a peach blossom in full bloom. When she saw that Li Zhihui was awake, delight spread across her face, and she hurried to the bedside.
“Your Highness, you’re finally awake! You’ve been unconscious for two days. We were all terribly worried.” Her voice was clear and sweet, like a mountain spring flowing over stones.
“Your Highness? We?” Li Zhihui stared at her in bewilderment, his mind full of questions. “Who are you
