The last thing Lin Xiaoman remembered was the pile of final exam papers on the podium table, the red pen spinning rapidly on his fingertips, and the students' voices one after another saying "Teacher, I don't know this question" and "Report, he grabbed my eraser again." Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. She rubbed her sore temples, thinking of finishing the last book before going to bed, but she was suddenly awakened by a sharp sting.
Not the familiar morning light, but dazzling red.
The vermilion palace walls towered into the sky, gilded phoenix patterns hovered on the pillars, and the air was filled with a sweet incense that made her cough twice. The clothes on her body were surprisingly heavy, the complicated embroidery scratched her skin, and the phoenix crown on her head was so heavy that her neck almost broke.
"Empress, the auspicious time has come, please move to Chengrui Pavilion to observe the ceremony." A high-pitched voice rang in her ears, and the maid in blue palace clothes was carefully supporting her arm.
Queen?
Lin Xiaoman's mind buzzed, and countless memory fragments that did not belong to her poured in - the Zhaoming Dynasty, the third year of Yongzhao, the emperor Gao Zhaoyu, and she was the queen who had just married the emperor for half a year, also named Lin Xiaoman.
