The dull pain in the back of his head hadn't dissipated before his knees hit the hard stone.
"Princess, please be submissive and admit your mistake to the princess. This ancestral hall is cold and cold. How can you kneel down and hurt your body?"
I raised my head, and what I saw was a face that only appeared in costume dramas - dressed as a maid, with an anxious look on her face. The surrounding furnishings... Are all wooden altar tables, memorial tablets, and incense burners, and the air is filled with the smell of aged sandalwood.
Etc.
"Dayan Fenghua Lu"?
The last memory in my mind is still from three days ago - yes, my plastic bestie lied to me about going to Sanya for vacation, but ended up leaving me alone in the wilderness, with no signal on my phone, and my wallet was stolen. I was so angry that I scrolled through my phone, and happened to find a brain-dead novel called "Dayan Fenghua Lu".
There is a cannon fodder princess named Xiao Yue in that book.
Why did he die? Oh, on the day when the male protagonist Shen Ji wiped out her family, she was the first to have her head chopped off because of her foul-mouthed provocation.
The next second, a wave of memories that didn't belong to me flooded into my brain like a flood.
The legitimate daughter of the Prince of Zhenbei, Xiao Yue, is sixteen years old and a famous good-for-nothing in the capital. Yesterday, I made a mistake at the palace banquet and said that the prince "looks like a monkey" in front of the emperor, and was punished by the princess to kneel in the ancestral hall for three days. No one brought food, no one cared, except me, the time-travelling soul that now occupies her body.
I fucking traveled through time.
He also transformed into the cannon fodder who died the most tragic and dishonorable death in the entire book.
