After Dying from Overwork to Meet a Deadline, I Was Shadowed by a Prince in Ancient Times

After Working Myself to Death on a Deadline, I Was Stalked by a Prince in Ancient Times

> At the moment I dropped dead over my keyboard, I was still clutching half a moldy piece of bread.

> When I opened my eyes again, I had become a frail, sickly orphan girl, waiting to die in a ruined temple in ancient times.

> I planned to use my modern knowledge to keep a low profile and survive, but a mysterious prince kept spying on me in secret.

> "Palace Jade Liquor?" he recited deliberately in front of me.

> "Odd numbers change, even numbers don't?" he pressed me about it late at night, knocking on my window.

> Then, on a stormy night, my bleeding fingertip accidentally touched a keyboard buried with the dead.

> All the ancient objects suddenly resonated and began to glow. In the shadows, his pupils shook with shock:

> "The one with the heavenly secret foretold by the Imperial Preceptor... it's really you?"