Yiran in This Life

There was an ancient wooden bed with hollow carvings, and delicate hooks hung the pink curtains. There was a faint breeze blowing into the room, and Jing Yan opened her eyes. It was like having an extremely real dream. Dream? Obviously I have experienced all of this so truly. So how to explain all this? Is it just another dream of mine? The life here is not as good as that of the princesses and concubines in the novel - at least she has not seen even a serious person in the three days she has been here. She is completely ignored. There isn't even the loyal little girl that is essential in every time-travel novel. Stare……