Emperor Wuji

Ouyang Yan struggled to open his heavy eyelids. The glaring sunlight left his mind blank. He raised a hand to block the direct rays, then slowly adjusted.

A strange, pretty face appeared before him, leaving Ouyang Yan dazed. Why was there a girl here? He had clearly been fighting Chicken-Eye and his crew with his brothers. He remembered someone hitting him over the head with a stick, so how had he ended up lying in bed? And there was a girl in front of him, quite pretty, dressed in Hanfu. She was probably another young woman from some old-fashioned Hanfu association. Ouyang Yan couldn't help shaking his head.