At five o'clock in the morning, the lights in the office building were dim. I stared at the code, my heart suddenly shrank, my vision went dark, and a feeling of suffocation swept through my body. When I opened my eyes again, a feeling of weightlessness hit my face. Warmth brushed my skin with the scent of milk and medicine. A high-pitched voice shouted congratulations to the empress, who was so happy. I was huddled in my swaddling clothes and couldn't move. When I was lifted above my head, a middle-aged male voice sounded above my head, full of domineering power, and the bitter smell of incense mixed with old ink penetrated my nose. He held me firmly in his hand, sighed softly and deeply, and said something so similar. I froze in my swaddle and didn't move - who did he see through me? The woman in my arms is still sleeping soundly. She is obviously the mother who gave birth to me. Let's first figure out which dynasty and generation this is.
