Headache.
It felt like someone was drilling holes in my temple with a chisel, bit by bit, like driving a pile.
I struggled to open my eyes, and what I saw was a bright yellow curtain, embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, and the golden thread glowed coldly under the candlelight. There is a scent of agarwood in the air, so strong that it makes people breathless.
Wrong.
This doesn't taste right.
My last memory is of working on a project in a rental house. At three o'clock in the morning, my computer had a blue screen. I cursed and then...
And now I'm lying here?
Before I could figure it out, a mechanical sound suddenly exploded in my head.
"Ding - the disaster system has been successfully bound."
"Host: Shen Qingyuan."
"Identity: Ying Yan, the crown prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, is a beloved concubine and a noble concubine."
