At the last moment of the explosion in the laboratory, Lin Han only remembered the dazzling white light and scorching air waves.
When I opened my eyes again, the scent of sandalwood lingered, and the carved bed curtains hung low. I have a splitting headache, and fragments of memories that do not belong to me are coming to me - Sigurd Hanruo, Manchuria with a yellow flag, sixteen years old, Ama is a first-class bodyguard Sigal Oren, and his family is accompanying him on the siege of Rehe.
"Gege wakes up!" The clear girl's voice was full of surprise.
Lin Han - now called Han Ruo - turned his head with difficulty and saw the maid wearing a double bun running out. She closed her eyes and digested the information in her mind. In the forty-fifth year of Kangxi's reign, two years have passed since the prince was deposed for the first time, but undercurrents in the court are surging, and the fight for the legitimate heir among the nine kings has entered a fever pitch. And her family is actually the Eighth Prince Yinhu's party.
"Hanruo, you're finally awake." A gentle male voice sounded.
