Jiang Liubai was the last prince of Chu. Two hours before he ascended the throne, his father brought him a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus brew - the queen's recipe, the taste of which she had been drinking for eighteen years. There's something in the wine. The last thing she saw when she fell was a metal mark on her father's sleeve that did not belong to this era.
When I woke up again, there was a fluorescent lamp above my head. Someone asked her "name". She told the first lie in her life - "I don't remember."
Three thousand years later, she changed from the King of Chu to an intern in the Human Resources Department of the Eighth Bureau. I can't turn on my phone, I don't know what a folder is, and my cuffs are always too big. But she knows how to read people - after sitting in the side room of Xuanming Hall for three years, everyone who said "I am willing to die" was looking elsewhere. She used this set of skills to start over in a new world: computers can be learned, rules can be touched, and human hearts are the same in every era.
Until she found out that her father didn't want to kill her back then. That cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine is the key - he spent eighteen years secretly drinking sweet-scented osmanthus wine, a polished military chess piece, and a two-thousand-year-old letter in a stone chamber, in exchange for her to live in a place he didn't know. There are only two words in the last line of the letter.
"Too sweet."
