The eighteen-year-old prince Yingzhe lives alone in the east of Xianyang City. Two days ago, the screen exploded and I traveled through time, and the traveling frog followed the spirit and stirred in my belly. I went back to the Ministry of Punishment today for duty, and there were piles of papers piled up like mountains. There was a slight vibration in the pocket - the cub had returned and brought back an egg that was as warm as fire. When the fingertips touched the shell surface, cracks spread quietly. A servant's shrill voice came from outside the door and announced: Ninth Young Master, Your Majesty has summoned you to the palace for an audience. I closed the bamboo slip and looked down at the glimmer of light in my palm: It came just in time. Someone should help me hatch this egg.
