The ancient general Qin Zhao transmigrated to the modern day. The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the bed of a strange woman named Xia Yina.
“Who are you? Why are you in my home?” Xia Yina asked warily, holding up pepper spray.
Qin Zhao instinctively reached for the sword at his waist, but all he touched was the soft fabric of his pajamas.
“Impudent! I am Qin Zhao, Marquis of Zhenbei and general of this army. Why don't you commoners kneel before me?”
Xia Yina rolled her eyes. “Are you crazy? You're wearing pajamas and pretending to be a general?”
It wasn't until Qin Zhao crushed the wrist of a drunk who tried to harass Xia Yina with his bare hand that she began to wonder if he might be telling the truth.
“You really transmigrated here from ancient times?” Xia Yina asked, watching Qin Zhao lift the refrigerator one-handed and swallowing nervously.
Qin Zhao frowned at the iron box that produced water by itself. “What kind of hidden weapon is this?”
