The girl nodded and put the bowl next to the bed: "Yes, the young master was knocked down at the market that day. The back of his head hit the stone steps and he passed out. It was the neighbors who carried the young master to the hospital."
Market? Run down? My mind went blank. No, I clearly remember that I was working overtime at the company a second ago, and was dizzy looking at the report on the computer screen, and then... Then I didn't know anything.
"Um," I cleared my throat, "What year is it now?"
The little girl blinked: "Young master, this is a strange question. It must be the ninth year of Zhenguan."
The ninth year of Zhenguan?
I opened my mouth and almost choked on my own saliva. The ninth year of Zhenguan! Isn't that the reign name of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty? Converted to AD years, it should be 635 years!
