Li Zhen was woken up by a splash of urine.
To be precise, I was woken up by the loud sound of gongs and drums outside the window and someone shouting "Prefect Zhao has ascended to heaven."
He turned half over and hit his head on the hard wooden pillow, grinning in pain. Only then did he realize that he was lying on a wooden bed, the quilt covering him was so thin that light could pass through, and the room smelled musty.
What bastard left him here?
Li Zhen rubbed his head and sat up, looking around. This is a dilapidated wing room, with dusty official documents piled in the corner, half-cut candles on the table, and several holes in the paper on the windows, letting the autumn wind pour in.
He's a little confused.
