Reborn, I Somehow Became Wu Meiniang’s Male Favorite

The first thing I saw was a bright yellow gauze canopy embroidered with entwined lotus patterns. Its tassels hung down and swayed gently in the breeze, breaking the light and shadows outside into scattered fragments. The fragrance around me grew stronger. It wasn't like the industrial scents sold in modern stores, but a rich, natural aroma with a hint of warmth, like musk mingled with ambergris, and an indescribable sweetness beneath it.

This wasn't my rented apartment.

My apartment had only stark white walls, a peeling wardrobe, and an air conditioner compressor that started roaring on the dot at three in the morning. It certainly didn't have a brocade quilt warm to the touch, much less a canopy bed with a thick cashmere mattress. I could even see gold inlaid in the carvings at the foot of the bed.

“Ugh...” I struggled to sit up, but my whole body felt limp, as if my bones had vanished. My waist was especially sore and weak, as if I'd been run over by a heavy truck, or as if... I'd done some strenuous exercise.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, a thunderclap seemed to explode in my head.

Fragments of memories that weren't mine suddenly flooded in...

Dim palace lanterns, wavering candlelight, and a woman dressed in elaborate court robes. Her brows were dark as ink, and her phoenix eyes radiated authority. Though she was smiling, her gaze held the air of someone who looked down upon the world. Her fingers traced my chest, cool from the jade thumb ring she wore. Her voice was languid, yet carried an unquestionable command: “Noble Lady, massage My shoulders.”