I woke up in the corner of the ruined temple, and my bones seemed to be falling apart. Cold wind poured in from the half-missed temple door, carrying the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. There were faint cries in the distance and the crisp sound of horse hooves on the bluestone pavement. It was the soldiers of King Chuang who were "chasing stolen goods and paying them" in the city.
My name is Chen Yuan, but the original owner of this body has a different name.
Three days ago, I was a graduate student in literature and history who was looking up information in the library. When I stayed up late to sort out the archives of the late Ming Dynasty, my vision went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I became this ruined scholar named Chen Yuan. The original owner's memory was in pieces. He only remembered that he was a scholar from the south of the Yangtze River and came to Beijing to take the exam. As a result, he bumped into Li Zicheng and broke the city. In a panic, he was dispersed by the crowd, his luggage was robbed, and he had been hungry for two days when he hid in this ruined temple. He had a high fever last night and was gone.
