Am I not hiding from the rain in a ruined temple? The heavy rain, the leaky roof, and the "Qin Shi Kao Yi" I picked up from a street stall in my arms...
A mess suddenly exploded in my mind. Countless scenes rushed in crazily: the rebellion of the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, the bloody purge of Xianyang Palace, the immortality pills presented by the alchemists, and the "earthquake phenomenon, suspected of loosening of the seal" written in the secret report.
These memories don't belong to me.
I'm Su Mo, a talented scholar in the Ming Dynasty who failed many times. Wasn't he hiding from the rain in a dilapidated temple? How...
"Your Majesty, are you awake?"
A high-pitched voice came from the side, cautiously flattering. I turned my head and saw a middle-aged servant standing hunched over the couch with a flattering smile on his face.
Chamberlain.
I sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt and looked at myself - black dragon-patterned clothes, a jade belt tied around my waist, rough and strong palms, covered with calluses from holding swords all year round.
"Your Majesty, the court meeting is about to begin. Prime Minister Li Si has been waiting outside the palace for half an hour."
Lis.
