Pain.
The back of the head buzzed as if someone had hit it with a brick. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a boot in front of me.
"Useless thing! Can you sweep the floor and throw dust into my prince's face?"
Before I could react, I received a slap on my cheek, which was painful.
What's going on?
My eyes widened. Standing in front of me was a man in a bright yellow robe. He was in his early twenties. His face was pale and his eyes were red. It looked like he was hungover and had stayed up late. Two young eunuchs stood behind him, their heads lowered and they did not dare to express their anger.
Wait, these clothes... This hairstyle...
My brain exploded with a buzzing sound. Didn't I just work overtime at the company and fall asleep at my workstation? Why does it happen as soon as I open my eyes...
"What are you looking at? I want you to sweep the floor!" The man kicked me again.
I subconsciously got up and found a broom at hand. I quickly picked it up and scratched it on the ground randomly.
Is this a dream? Not a dream? I pinched my thigh and almost cried out in pain.
"Huh, trash!" The man cursed and walked away, and the two young eunuchs quickly followed.
I collapsed on the ground, my back covered in cold sweat. Have I traveled through time? Put it on a eunuch?
