Chapter 1: Wake up

"Heart, what do you think of the young man Aunt Wang introduced to you? Is

there any room for development? If you don't like it, your mother also has

Aunt Li's nephew and Song's nephew. They are all very nice boys. If you are

free, go to a movie with someone else and have a meal..." The familiar voice

faded away, and I finally realized that this is just another old dream I have

been reminiscing over the past few days.I used to avoid this nagging and gentle voice, and it was annoying-but now I

miss it so much.However, after several attempts, I have given up my mind and have to admit:

maybe in the second half of my life, I will never hear this voice again."Master, you should take the medicine." The voice was replaced by another

tender and gentle voice, with a cautious and respectful voice—I once naively

thought that it belonged to the unique constraints of the people of this era.

Little thoughts, and all the later lessons taught me that this deep awe is

only for me.Or in other words, it is the original owner of my body.Oh, I forgot to introduce myself-I always inadvertently recall the first half

of my life that seems to be a dream. It seems that this is the only way to

remind me that my other existence is real, instead of being soaked in a

medicine jar all day long. The imagination generated in this splendid prison.My name is Jian Xin, and the meaning is probably that I can live as simple as

I want.I grew up in the compound of the military region and grew up listening to

military songs. I asked myself that although there is no such mighty and

unyielding faith as revolutionary martyrs, the words "root is just and

miaohong" are still worthy.He calmly followed the arrangements of his parents and entered the normal

university. After graduation, he worked in a middle school close to home.

Because he was just teaching and had to hone his teaching experience from a

secondary class, he was assigned to become a political teacher—— In fact, I

prefer history.After worrying about my work problems, it is of course possible to usher in

the problem that every older young woman in this era is forced to consider-

dealing with objects.Frankly speaking, the boys I’ve been in contact with since childhood have

counted on one hand; “contact” here refers to the touching of body parts, from

holding hands to hugs, whenever it is about to develop to the next level. At

one stage, my shrewd old lady was stifled in the bud... This also led to the

sad experience of not sending out my first kiss in the 26th year of my life.This is how I, who lacked the same experience, just passed my 26th birthday,

and was urged to go on a blind date by an old lady who suddenly wanted to hold

my grandson.The past was unbearable, and there were blood and tears when I talked too

much. The final result was that I was in a car accident when I risked starting

the car when the yellow light was flashing in order not to be late on the way

to the last appointment.Lost consciousness under the severe pain, and then wake up, but it is already

another time and space, another body, and even another life.Having recollected so much, let's talk about my current body-if I have the

opportunity to choose, I am absolutely unwilling to accept my current

identity.It can also be said that everything I came into contact with after waking up

again made me want to make another car accident artificially so that I could

end this terrible mistake-but just think about it.Even the most basic freedom has become a luxury for me now.I live in a country called Dawu, a country that respects women; the queen is

in power, the women are officials, and the system of polyandry is practiced.I’m pretty sure that there has never been such a dynasty in the history I’ve

studied, not to mention the subversion of all my scientific cognition about

the setting of a man’s childbirth. Even so, I really feel that this body

suffers. The feedback after the pain made me unable to deceive myself. This is

just an absurd dream.And the identity of this body is a member of the royal family of this country,

the queen’s youngest sister, the Ling Wang Xihan who is more than ten thousand

people under one person-I stared at the vaguely yellowed bronze mirror for a

long time, but still It is difficult to accept that such a weak-looking

28-year-old girl is a powerful prince.-Absurd, heavy and worrying. Those incomplete information came from the fragmented memory fragments left

over from this body. When I tried to recall more, I only got unbearable pain

and confusion; I don’t know what the original owner has suffered. This kind of

injury made the memory so fragmented. Her body surface was as smooth as

before, and there were no wounds. But if she had to sit up, it was as heavy as

lead-pouring—I don’t know what accident happened to her. I got into her body?And at this moment, is I a floating soul, or just a ray of obsession?This is everything that cannot be explained by science, is it accidental or

inevitable?After a brief astonishment, I gave up thinking about it and turned to explore

this incredible strange world through contact with the outside world.The attendant named Xiao Chan was responsible for serving my daily life. When

this beautiful-looking boy tried to untie my clothes and wipe my body, I

reflexively slapped him-after which he immediately fell to his knees. , Crying

and begging me to let him go is the first unforgettable scene after I came

into this world.And when I asked him for some basic information on the grounds of memory

confusion, his eyes that blended with surprise and fear made me feel like a

throat, as if I was thinking about torturing him in a new and unbelievable

way.In addition to the absurdity, I feel more of a kind of inexplicable

helplessness-what kind of person is the original owner? What did you do to

this boy? Why can't I remember too many clips about him?Does this also mean that in Kuang Xihan's heart, there is not much attention

to give to the other party?I feel curious, but also afraid to know... probably because from these clues,

I have a foreboding answer that teaches me unacceptable.What I have to say is that, contrary to the title that sounds majestic and

majestic, this body is so weak that it can collapse as soon as the wind blows;

if you take a few more steps, you will have heart palpitations and

breathlessness, which is like a symptom of congenital deficiency; drink

Medicine is as common as drinking water, even sister Lin described in the book

is nothing but that.In the whole daylight scene when I woke up, except for Xiao Cicada who was

allowed to come in and serve me, no other people came in and out of this room,

as if deliberately limiting the original owner’s possibility to see others-I

used to have a chance to see other people in the house.

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I thought I was banned, but later learned the whole story.I think that even if the original owner’s body is healthy, he can’t bear such

a boring life-you are not allowed to do this, you are not allowed to do that,

there is only one person who can meet and talk like a mouse and a cat. Young

people have to spend the whole day with the decoction, fearing that they will

cover their illnesses if they are not sick.It's just that she died a hundred, and ended up relaxed, leaving such a

dilapidated body, but it hurt me.When I waited for the next day, I woke up in a trance, and the goal was still

the exquisite bed nets, the nose was full of rich and simple incense, and the

luxurious, comfortable, but the least familiar room-this is a sign It means

that what I saw and heard yesterday happened in reality, not Nan Ke Yimeng.I'm real, can't I go back...After a long delay, the light and shadow outside the window came in dimly, and

a new day began.Recovering from the complex thoughts, I realized that I can no longer complain

about myself in such a decadent manner.Since it can't be changed, then let the flow take its course-I always firmly

believe that life is so precious, and I am not qualified to waste this

opportunity to continue, just as returning to the original owner of this body.Kwong Xihan is so young, not a few years older than my original student; the

young girl who is like a flower budding, not only has a noble status, but may

also have good wishes and lofty ambitions. This is a right that I cannot

deprive myself of; Even if I can't do it all for her, I should at least try it

hard—for her and for myself.So, the first step in living well is to improve your physical fitness.After I insisted on going to the yard to breathe, and following the majestic

order of the master, Xiao Chan reluctantly opened the door and called two

young women with strong stature to support me in turn, and walked out slowly.The two women dressed as guards bowed in fear, holding my arm and shoulder.

The entanglement of fearing that I would fall but not daring to touch me made

me laugh-could I really be a scourge? Is it? Why are both of them so timid?They declined their help. After walking three or four back and forth between

the door and the corridor, a thin layer of sweat appeared on my body. Although

I was very tired, I unexpectedly felt that the big stone that was pressing in

my heart was gone. Relaxed \- it seems that this body is so weak, and it has

nothing to do with not exercising regularly.The clothes are sticky and uncomfortable. I plan to go back and take a hot

bath.When I returned to the room, I didn't see the attendant named Xiao Chan.Waiting for me is a beautiful-looking middle-aged woman. She has a pair of

romantic and affectionate peach eyes, and her tightly pressed thin lips are

somewhat rigid and serious; she is wearing a black slim-fitting dress, and the

fierce aura when her face is cold and silent makes me unable to help myself.

Cool, inexplicably a little disturbed.This is the second person I saw outside of Xiao Chan-ignoring the two female

bodyguards-and flashed through scenes and scenes of getting along with her in

his mind, but the most was the gentle and loving gaze of the other person.Yan Ke, the director of the Ling Palace and the leader of the royal guards,

grew up watching Kuang Xihan grow up, and is one of the few people who can

make her bow her head.The relationship between Kuang Xihan and her is very intimate, and I just have

a few lingering memories, without the friendship between them-if I want to get

along with each other calmly, I am not sure.I don't even know what attitude I should use to face her... At this moment, I

was surprised how naive my thoughts were before.The question before me is not whether I want to live well, but whether I can

live with Kuang Xihan's identity in this strange country, among a group of

strangers.——I don't want to be caught and beheaded by spies who are pretending to be,

and I don't want to be burned to death by monsters who are resurrecting their

lives.I want... to live.