Ying Hao woke to the smell of disinfectant and a blinding white light.
“Where… where am I? Since when was the underworld so bright?”
A “palace maid” in white cried out in delight, “Doctor! The patient in Bed 3 is awake!”
Then a “eunuch” wearing a strange hat rushed in, pointing a glowing “jade tablet” (a phone) at him. “Boss! You’re finally awake! The company… the company’s loan payment is due tomorrow!”
Ying Hao clutched his throbbing head as countless fragments of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind.
He, Emperor Qianyuan, the greatest emperor of all time, had been reborn. Reborn as a hapless small-business owner buried in debt, abandoned by his employees, and on the verge of bankruptcy.
He fell silent for a long while, stared at the ceiling, and slowly uttered four words:
“…Damn it, my empire has fallen.”
