Before the dull pain in his neck completely dissipated, Li Yao felt a strange smell rush into his nose.
I can't tell what it smells like, it's a bit like laboratory disinfectant and baby powder mixed together and then soaked for three days and three nights. He blinked hard, and in his field of vision were the carved beams, the gilded tent hooks, and the swaying glass lamp above his head.
Wrong.
His last memory was of a laboratory explosion, with dazzling white light and piercing alarms in front of his eyes, and then a huge suction pulling him into a vortex. No, why does the whirlpool still smell?
"Your Highness! You are finally awake!"
A high-pitched voice pierced his ears. Li Yao turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in eunuch uniform kneeling beside the bed, with tears and smiles on his face, as if his father had suddenly come back to life after death.
"Your Highness, you scared this old slave to death! You fell off your horse and were unconscious for two whole days!"
His Royal Highness?
Li Yao sat up suddenly. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a bright yellow pajamas with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the collar. His fingers were white and slender, completely incompatible with his rough claws that were used to type on the keyboard all year round.
"Mirror." His throat was a little dry, "Give me a mirror."
The eunuch was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly handed over a bronze mirror. A face was reflected in the mirror - sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, skin as white as jade, a standard appearance of an ancient nobleman. There is no resemblance to his original face of a workhorse who stayed up all night and became sallow and thin.
Hold.
