"Your Highness! Your Highness, please wake up!"
Ye Wuyang felt that his head was going to explode.
It's not a figurative explosion, it's a real pain like someone hitting each side of your temple with a hammer. He wanted to curse, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth, and his throat was as dry as sandpaper.
"Imperial Physician! Call the Imperial Physician quickly! His Royal Highness is awake!"
Prince?
Ye Wuyang spent a lot of effort to open his eyes a crack, and what he saw was not the ceiling of his rental house with a monthly rent of 2,800 yuan, but a gilded caisson. It was surrounded by dragon patterns and resplendent. At first glance, it was not a place he could afford to live.
He blinked a few times and his vision gradually became clearer.
A little maid of fifteen or sixteen years old was kneeling beside the bed, her eyes were extremely red, her face was smeared with snot and tears, and her hands were tightly holding his sleeves. She was wearing a blue-green palace dress with two silver hairpins in her hair. This outfit——
A palace maid?
Ye Wuyan's brain began to work crazily.
Am I not working overtime? I wrote the plan until three in the morning, then fell asleep on the table, and then... What happened next?
He couldn't remember clearly. But there was one thing he was sure of - he, Ye Wuhuang, was twenty-six years old and a low-level worker in an Internet company. He was definitely not a prince.
"Your Highness, can you hear what this slave is saying?" The little palace maid asked with sobs.
Ye Wuyang wanted to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat. The little palace maid quickly brought a bowl of water, carefully lifted his head, and brought the water to his mouth.
The warm water slid down his throat, and Ye Wuyang felt like he was alive.
