Transmigration: I Woke Up on a Runaway Carriage

I open my eyes amid a bumpy ride and find myself sitting in a carriage, dressed in fine robes. Someone outside calls, “Your Majesty.” I’m just congratulating myself on becoming emperor when the curtain lifts, revealing a scruffy, bearded face. “Your Majesty, Dong Zhuo’s pursuers are still behind us. We need to go faster.” I peer through the gap in the curtain. Torches stretch into a long dragon across the twilight. It’s my third day as emperor, and I’m already being chased. This from the start feels all wrong.