In a single night, memories of a past life flooded into me. I stared in shock as Lü Buwei pushed the sobbing Zhao Ji into Zichu’s arms.
The tides of history surged onward, and the wheels of fate suddenly began to turn.
And I, a lowly servant who knew how it all ended, could only watch helplessly as Zhao Ji climbed into the carriage.
Then someone behind me gave me a shove. “You’re going along to serve her, too.”
From that moment on, the course of history that should have been mine was completely rewritten.
This is my first time writing in this genre, so please bear with me if anything seems implausible.
Writing this for the love of it. Personal attacks are not allowed.
