"Xinxin, what do you think of the young man introduced to you by Aunt Wang? Is there room for growth? If you don't like it, there are Aunt Li's nephew and Aunt Song's nephew on Mom's side, all of them are very good young men, if you have time, go watch a movie with others and have a meal......" The familiar voice gradually faded away, and I finally realized that this was just another old dream that I had repeatedly revisited for a few days.

In the past, I was annoyed by this nagging and gentle voice—but now I miss it immensely.

It's just that, after several attempts, I have given up, and I have to admit that maybe I will never hear this voice again for the rest of my life.

"Lord Wang, it's time for you to take your medicine." In its place was another young and gentle voice, always with a cautious deference in it—I naively thought it was the restraint peculiar to the people of this age, but what has taught me later is that this deep awe is only directed at me.

Or, rather, the original owner of my body.

Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself - I always inadvertently recall the first half of my life as if it were a dream, as if this was the only way to remind me that the existence of my other self was real, and not the conjecture of being soaked in a jar of medicine and locked up in this splendid cage all day long.

My name is Jian Xin, which probably means that I can live a simple and free life.

Growing up in the compound of the military region and listening to military songs, I asked myself that although I did not have the mighty and unyielding faith of revolutionary martyrs, I still deserved the words "roots are upright and seedlings are red."

After graduating, she worked in a middle school near her home, and because she had just started teaching and had to hone her teaching experience from the side class, she was assigned to become a political teacher—in fact, I liked history more.

After worrying about my work, it is natural that every older young woman in this era has to be forced to think about the problem - the object.

Frankly speaking, the boys I have come into contact with since I was a child can be counted on one hand; "Contact" here refers to the touch of body parts, from holding hands to hugging within the range, whenever it is about to develop to the next stage, it is nipped in the bud by my shrewd old lady...... This also disguised the sad experience that I had not given away my first kiss in the twenty-sixth year of my life.

It is also like this, I lack experience in □□ different worlds, and after just celebrating my twenty-sixth birthday, I was urged to go on a blind date by an old lady who suddenly wanted to hold her grandson.

The past is unbearable, and it is all blood and tears when I talk too much, and the final sad result is that on the last way to the appointment, I took the risk of starting the car at the yellow light in order not to be late, and I had a car accident.

I lost consciousness under the severe pain, and when I woke up again, it was already another time and space, another body, and even another life.

With all that in mind, let's talk about my current body - if I had the opportunity to choose, I would never accept my current identity.

It could also be said that the qiē I was exposed to when I woke up again made me wish I had another car accident so that I could put an end to this terrible mistake - but only for the sake of it.

Even the most basic freedom has become a luxury for me now.

The country I live in, called Dawu, is a country where women are respected; The empress was in power, women were officials, and polyandry was practiced.

I'm pretty sure that there has never been such a dynasty in my history, let alone the assumption that a man has a child that subverts all my scientific knowledge - even so, the feedback from the real feeling of pain in this body makes it impossible for me to deceive myself that it is just a ridiculous dream.

And the identity of this body is a member of the royal family of this country, the younger sister of the empress, and the king of Ling, Kuang Xihan, who is above 10,000 people under one person - I stared at the blurry yellowed bronze mirror for a long time, but it was still difficult to accept that such a weak-looking twenty-eight girl was a prince with a powerful world.

- Absurd, heavy and worrying.

The incomplete information came from the fragments of memory left in this body, and when I tried to recall more, I was only met with unbearable pain and confusion; I don't know what kind of injuries the original owner had suffered that caused her memories to be so shattered, her body was as smooth as ever, and there were no wounds, but if she sat up, it was as heavy as lead-I don't know what happened to her to let me into her body?

And at this time, am I a floating soul, or is it just a residual obsession?

Is this a piece of qiē that cannot be explained by science by chance, or is it inevitable?

After a brief moment of surprise, I gave up my reminiscences and turned to exploring this strange and uncanny world through contact with the outside world.

In charge of my daily life was a squire named Little Cicada, a beautiful boy who tried to untie my clothes and wipe my body, I reflexively slapped him - and then he immediately fell to his knees, weeping and begging me to spare him, which was the first unforgettable scene since I came into this world.

And when I asked him for some basic information on the grounds that my memory was confused, his eyes, a mixture of surprise and fear, stuck in my throat, as if I were trying to torture him in a new and unbelievable way.

In addition to the absurdity, I felt more of an inexplicable helplessness - what kind of person was the original owner? And what did you do to this teenager? Why can't I remember too many clips about him?

Does this also show that in Kuang Xihan's heart, there is not much attention to share with the other party?

I was curious, but I was also afraid to know...... Probably because from these clues, I have a premonition that it is difficult for me to accept the answer.

It has to be said that, contrary to the title that sounds majestic, this body is so weak that it seems to fall down as soon as the wind blows; Walking a few more steps leads to palpitations and shortness of breath, which seems to be a symptom of congenital insufficiency; Drinking medicine is as common as drinking water, and even Sister Lin described in the book is afraid that it is nothing more than that.

In the whole day when I woke up, except for the cicada who was allowed to come in and serve me, no one else was seen in or out of the house, as if deliberately restricting the possibility of the original owner seeing others—I thought I was grounded for a while, and then I learned what happened.

I think that even if the original owner's body is healthy, I am afraid that I will not be able to endure such a boring life - I am not allowed to do this, I am not allowed to do that, and the only person who can see and talk is a teenager who is like a mouse seeing a cat, and he has to be accompanied by decoction all day long, and he is afraid that he will be sick even if he is not sick.

It's just that she died a hundred times, and she ended up easily, leaving such a broken body, but it hurt me.

When I woke up in a trance the next day, I was still greeted by the exquisite bed, the rich and simple incense between my noses, and the luxurious, comfortable, but unfamiliar room—which showed that what I had seen and heard yesterday was real, and not a dream.

I'm real, can't I go back......

After a long pause, the light and shadow outside the window dimly peeked in, and a new day began again.

Coming back from the chaos of my thoughts, I realized that I couldn't go on with such decadent self-pity.

Since it can't be changed, let it be - I have always believed that life is so precious, and I have no right to waste this opportunity to continue, as to repay the original owner of this body.

Kwong Xihan was so young, not a few years older than my original students; A girl who is like a flower and a bone is waiting to be released, not only has a noble status, but also may have a good wish and lofty ambition, which is a right that I cannot take away without authorization; Even if I can't do it all for her, I should at least try it - for her and for myself.

So, the first step to living well is to start by improving your physical fitness.

After I insisted on going to the yard to breathe, and after the majestic order of the master, the little cicada reluctantly opened the door, called two sturdy young women to support me in turn, and slowly walked out.

The two women, dressed as guards, hunched over my arms and shoulders in fear, laughed at the tangle that feared I would fall but did not dare to touch me—was I really some kind of beast of the flood? How can one or two be so timid?

I declined their help, and after walking three or four times the short distance from the door to the cloister, a thin layer of sweat broke out on my body, and although I was tired, I unexpectedly felt that the big stone pressing on my heart was gone, and I was relieved - it seemed that this body was so weak that it had nothing to do with my infrequent exercise.

The clothes were sticky and uncomfortable, and I was going to go back and take a hot shower.

And when I went back to the room, I didn't see the attendant named Little Cicada.

Waiting for me was a beautiful middle-aged woman. She has a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, but her thin lips are a little rigid and strict; Wearing a dark slim dress, the fierce momentum when I was silent with a cold face made me feel cold in my heart, and I was inexplicably a little uneasy.

This is the second person I've seen outside of the cicada—ignoring the two female guards—and I've had a glimpse of her in my mind, but the most of them are the gentle and loving gaze of the other party.

Yan Ke, the head of the Ling Palace, is also the leader of the palace guards, has watched Kuang Xihan grow up since she was a child, and is one of the few people who can make her bow her head.

Kwong Xihan has a very intimate relationship with her, and I only have a few remaining memories, and I don't have the friendship between them—if I want to get along with each other calmly, I am not sure.

I didn't even know what attitude I should have towards her...... It was only then that I realized how naïve my thoughts were.

The question in front of me is not whether I want to live well, but whether I can live without showing my way in this strange country and among a group of strangers despite Kuang Xihan's identity.

――I don't want to be beheaded as a spy who pretends to be an identity, and I don't want to be set on fire as a youkai who borrowed the soul to resurrect the soul.

I want ...... Stay alive.