They Forced Me to Marry a Crippled Prince, So I Turned Around and Married His Imperial Uncle

The endless darkness was torn apart. A sharp pain burst from her chest, instantly sweeping through every part of her body. Gu Qingci’s last conscious thought lingered on the unfinished Q3 financial report on her computer screen. After seventy-two hours without sleep, her heart finally gave its last protest. As her consciousness drifted, a heart-wrenching sob reached her ears. It was a wail steeped in despair, echoing through the emptiness and bringing her muddled thoughts to a halt. That voice did not belong to her cold, efficient modern world. Her eyelids were too heavy to lift. With great effort, she opened her eyes. Above her was the old, carved wooden canopy of a bed, its patterns worn almost smooth. The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of cheap incense mixed with dust. Her throat burned, and every breath came with a tearing pain.