I, the Empress of Great Liang, hit my head and recovered my memories of modern life.
I discovered that my father was a retired, invincible hero, my mother was the regent of a matriarchal kingdom, and my older brother was a max-level quick transmigrator.
Without needing to say a word, we put on a daily show at home, doing our best to play proper ancient people and hoping none of us would be the first to blow our cover.
Then the enemy’s army reached our borders, and the court officials were at a loss.
My father silently took out a long-sealed Gatling gun, while my brother activated a mind-linked mecha.
My sickly emperor husband, who had always thought we were “natives,” slowly removed his disguise amid the earth-shaking roar of artillery.
Revealing a face... I had once seen on the frontispiece of a modern physics textbook, the man hailed as the “Father of Space-Time Physics.”
