The First Emperor's Delivery Has Arrived, Please Sign for It

The moment Xiang Yang opened his eyes, he had transmigrated from the dragon bed of the Qin dynasty back to his modern-day rental apartment.

He thought it was just an accident, until he found a note in his pocket, handwritten by Qin Shi Huang: “Buy instant noodles and spicy strips at once. Urgent!”

Even more absurdly, as soon as he stuffed the snacks into a parcel and muttered that he was sending them back, the parcel vanished.

His phone chimed with a message from an unfamiliar number: “My dear subject, bring me a bottle of cola too. Make sure it’s chilled.”

Xiang Yang was dumbfounded. Was his ability to transmigrate actually personally appointed by the First Emperor… to run a delivery service for the Great Qin?

Just then, archaeologists knocked on the door. “Mr. Xiang, we’d like to talk about the artifacts you just sent by courier.”