The night is deep, and the ink is as thick as ink, wrapping the whole world in it. In a corner of the prosperous capital city, the firewood shed of the Zhenguo Palace was filled with a damp and decaying atmosphere. Jiang Wanyin woke up slowly and felt a splitting headache, as if there were thousands of needles going through his head.
She subconsciously raised her hands to rub her temples, but found herself in an unfamiliar environment. The small and dark woodshed was surrounded by piles of messy firewood, and the air was filled with a pungent musty smell. Jiang Wanyin was full of doubts. He clearly remembered that after successfully completing a difficult operation in modern times and successfully saving a critically ill patient, he was so tired that he fell asleep on the chair in the operating room. How could he be here as soon as he woke up?
Before she could clear her thoughts, a flood of memories that did not belong to her suddenly flooded into her mind. It turned out that she had time-traveled into the body of Jiang Wanyin, the eldest daughter of the Duke's Mansion in Dongli Kingdom Town. This Jiang Wanyin was originally a proud daughter of heaven, but because her mother died young, her father remarried, and her stepmother and sister made things difficult for her, she was gradually marginalized by the Duke's government and became a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.
