I transmigrated and became Ying Zheng's double.
On the first day, Ying Zheng looked at me and said, “You're not him. Who are you?”
On the seventh day, Zhao Gao invited me for a drink, probing me with every word.
On the fifteenth day, Ying Zheng took me to the imperial mausoleum at Mount Li.
In the deepest part of the underground palace lay a gigantic bronze coffin.
Ying Zheng lit a torch, illuminating the face of the person inside the coffin:
He looked exactly like me.
Beside him lay a jade slip inscribed with simplified characters:
“Shen Mo, a transmigrator from 2024, left this letter in the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor's reign. Lao Ying, don't scare him.”
Ying Zheng patted me on the shoulder:
“I've been waiting for you a long time.”
Riddlers are so annoying!