Zhu Youjian opened his eyes and found himself lying in the coffin - no, it was a dragon bed. Emperor Tianqi had just died, and Wei Zhongxian was sending four flower-like maids with poison hidden inside. In his previous life, he was the product manager of 996 who died suddenly. He didn't even have time to say his last words. Now he was silent for three seconds looking at the panda face with dark circles under his eyes in the bronze mirror: "Did the dark circles under my eyes follow me here?"
