Bianjing, spring of the third year of Jiayou.
Deep in Rong'an Ward, inside an unremarkable residence, Zhao Heng slowly opened his eyes in the main room.
His head throbbed as countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded his mind, leaving him dazed for a moment.
Hadn't he been hit by an out-of-control truck on his way home from working overtime? How had he opened his eyes in a place so steeped in antiquity?
“Young master, you're awake?” A young maid in a blue cloth jacket and skirt, her hair in twin buns, saw his eyes open and beamed with delight. She hurried over. “Would you like some water? You've been asleep all day.”
Young master?
Zhao Heng steadied himself. Piecing together the scattered memories in his mind, he arrived at an absurd thought that he couldn't help but believe: he had transmigrated.
And he had arrived in a world he knew quite well: the world of The Story of Minglan.
See Chapter 6, three major poisonous points: 1: The protagonist is a system puppet. You can't look at a broken panel anytime you want. After you have to complete the task, the system prompts: Do you want to check the panel? 2: The author only read Minglan is the Sixth Child, and didn't read anything else. When Hua Lan gets married, Mo Ru's arrangement is wrong. 3: A businessman instructs the protagonist and a clan to work, hahahahahaha