My name is Liu Bian.
No, my original name was not Liu Bian. Ten minutes ago - if time can still be counted in this way - I was a researcher at the Provincial Institute of Archaeology. I had just dug out a piece of Han Dynasty lacquerware from the construction site and was walking to the laboratory with it in my hands. Then an out-of-control truck came rushing towards me and I didn't know anything else.
When he opened his eyes again, he became a person kneeling here waiting to die.
Those who were holding me down saw that I stopped struggling and let go. A middle-aged man wearing a purple official robe walked up to me and looked down at me. His beard was trimmed neatly, and there was a smile on his face, but the smile was only on the surface, and his eyes were full of cold light.
"Your Highness, does this wine taste good?"
I didn't say anything, just stared at him. He also stared at me, as if waiting for me to reveal some flaws.
