"Girl, are you awake?" A gentle female voice sounded in my ears.
Shen Qingci turned her stiff neck and saw a girl in a green skirt approaching with a medicine bowl in her hands, her hair in a bun, her eyebrows full of concern.
"Where is this?" Her voice was dry, as if her throat had been rubbed with sandpaper.
"This is the side courtyard of the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion." The girl placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table and stretched out her hand to explore her forehead. "That's great. The fever has finally gone away. The day before yesterday, you fainted in the plum grove outside the mansion, and was rescued by the prince. You have been in a coma until now."
Jinganhou Mansion? Prince? Merlin?
A series of unfamiliar words hit his mind, and Shen Qingci's heart was filled with turmoil. She remembered that she was participating in a scientific and technological research on ancient cultural relics. In order to decipher the secret of a Tang Dynasty jade pendant, the laboratory launched a new detection equipment, but for some reason the equipment suddenly lost control and exploded, and she lost consciousness.
Could it be... She has traveled through time?
