Historical Bigwigs Line Up for My After-Sales Service

Lin Jian binds herself to the Cultural Relic Restoration System, only to become the personal “ER doctor” of historical greats. Qin Shi Huang rubs his temples. “Fix the Terracotta Warriors. The tour guides keep going on about Xiang Yu every day. It’s annoying.” Tang Taizong scowls. “Restore the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion so I can prove I wasn’t losing my mind.” Julius Caesar scratches his head through the flames. “Save the library... though I think it might have been my men who set it on fire?” Then a mission to find the missing Imperial Seal is triggered. Ying Zheng, Li Shimin, and Caesar all squeeze into her ten-square-meter workshop at once. Ying Zheng sneers. “My seal? Who do you think you are, laying claim to it?” Li Shimin grips his sword. “It has belonged to the Tang for centuries.” Caesar taps a gold coin. “Under Roman law, spoils belong to whoever takes them.” Lin Jian looks at the tokens from all three men in her hands, and her vision goes black. This is bad. She’s become a mediator for her ancestors! And then there’s Fusu, the icy senior who always appears in times of danger. He suddenly pins her against a Dunhuang mural. “Do you know why I chose you?” His translucent hand gently touches her palm. “You’re the only one who can restore not just objects, but also the broken hearts of us historical ghosts...” Then one night, Qin Shi Huang sends her a private message: “Girl, find someone for me. His name is Fusu... I want to ask him, is it cold in Shangjun?” Lin Jian looks at the sleeping man beside her. The transparent scars on his left hand are clear in the moonlight. System alert: 【Warning! Emotional connection to historical figures exceeds safe limits...】 She grips his hand tightly. So be it. Some things are meant to take a lifetime to restore.