I traveled through time at the moment when the stage lights crashed down.
The memory of the last second is still lingering in the laughter that came and went at the talk show. I held up the microphone and was complaining: "They say that in the palace drama, the emperor gets rain and dew equally. If you ask me, we should conduct a KPI assessment, and the lowest number of bedtime visits will be eliminated..." The spotlight above my head suddenly made an ominous squeaking sound.
"Be careful—" the audience's screams were swallowed up by the dazzling white light.
When I opened my eyes again, the smell of sandalwood mixed with ambergris hit my nose. I lay on a rosewood couch carved with dragons and phoenixes. The twelve layers of shark gauze curtains swayed gently in the night wind, and there was more noise coming from outside.
"Your Majesty, are you awake?" A girl in yellow palace clothes walked in with a copper basin. When she saw me trying to get up, she was so frightened that the copper basin clattered to the ground. "Lie down quickly! The imperial doctor said you were hit on the back of the head by a lamp stand. You must not do that."
I stared at the clear water swaying in the copper basin and suddenly grabbed her wrist: "What dynasty is it now?" What is the emperor's name? Who I am? "
"Yong, Yongchang three years..." The little palace maid trembled like chaff, "You are the Queen of the Middle Palace, Lin. His Majesty just gave you the title 'Jiao' last month...
The bronze mirror reflected a face that was 70% similar to mine. There is a little more cinnabar between the eyebrows, and the left wrist is wrapped with bleeding gauze - wait, the original birthmark position on this body clearly coincides with the scar from my modern burn.
"Queen of the Bright Moon..." I touched the words on the jade comb in the dressing box and suddenly had a splitting headache. Fragments of memories came flooding in: I held candles alone until dawn on my wedding night, the emperor came to comb his hair on the 15th day of every month, and there was half a burnt portrait hidden at the bottom of the dossier.
When the watch drum sounded at midnight, the bedroom door was pushed open with a bang.
