"In the midst of heavy snowfall, in the desolate and empty side hall, the deposed Crown Prince Ye Jingchen, lacking proper clothing and blankets, lay shivering on a wooden bed, unable to fall asleep."
His heart was filled with remorse. He missed the ever-burning charcoal in the Eastern Palace, the light and soft silk quilts, and the fluffy and warm black fox fur cloak. If he could see his father again, he would weep bitterly and beg for his father's forgiveness.
He longed to return to the opulent and warm Eastern Palace, little did he know that he would never have that chance again.
In the darkness, the assassin arrives silently, like a ghost.
Holding the sharpest knife, with a swift stroke, head and body are separated.
The deposed crown prince didn't even have time to cry for help before he was lifeless, leaving only a pair of disbelieving eyes that would never close.
...
Upon seeing this text, Ye Jingchen tossed his phone onto his pillow.
He didn't sympathize with the arrogant, mediocre, narrow-minded, and short-sighted deposed crown prince in the novel; he simply felt it was bad luck to see a character with the same name as himself die.
Office workers work from 8 am to 8 pm, dedicating half of their time to work. Only in the quiet of the night do they truly have time to themselves. As a seasoned bookworm, Ye Jingchen can't fall asleep without reading a novel before bed. Today, he was engrossed in the most exciting part of the novel he was following, and before he knew it, he was completely absorbed in it until the story ended.
Ye Jingchen grabbed his phone and checked the time. It was already 3 a.m. The thought of having to get up early for work the next day made him groan. He quickly lay down, crossed his arms over his stomach, closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.
As his consciousness began to fade, Ye Jingchen felt a sharp pain in his chest. The pain was so intense that his body felt as if it had turned to stone, and he couldn't move or catch his breath. Then, Ye Jingchen lost consciousness.
...
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, please wake up!"
Please wake up soon!
The constant, soul-calling sounds, both male and female, high-pitched and soft, were driving Ye Jingchen to the brink of a splitting headache.
"Are you out of your mind?! Can't a person get some sleep this early in the morning?!" Ye Jingchen shouted angrily as he sat up in bed, struggling to open his eyes which were covered in sleep, and froze.
What comes into view are layers of curtains, beaded curtains and jade walls, all-wood retro-style furniture, and a large group of men and women dressed in ancient court uniforms kneeling on the ground.
who is he?
Where is he?
Is he still asleep?
He must not be fully awake!
Ye Jingchen decisively closed his eyes, leaned back, and fell onto the bed.
And I must say, the bedding and pillows in this dream were really soft, and his body was really light.
"His Highness is awake!!!"
"His Highness has fainted again!!!"
"Imperial Physician! Summon the Imperial Physician immediately!"
"Quickly, go and invite His Majesty!"
...
Another round of chaotic shouting erupted.
"It's all a dream! It's all a dream! Nightmare, begone! Don't keep me from catching up on my sleep! I'll have to get up and work like a slave soon!" Ye Jingchen muttered to himself.
Unfortunately, this sleep is destined to be lost forever.
Because besides the mournful, wailing sounds, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and gently shook his body.
The force of those hands wasn't great, but it was annoying enough.
"Will this ever end?!" Ye Jingchen was always a bit grumpy when he woke up. Being disturbed from his sleep made him angry. He grabbed the hand that was shaking him and wanted to teach the other person a lesson, but even though he managed to grab it, he still felt that something was wrong.
When he got up and opened his eyes to see his short, tender, and chubby little hands, he was completely stunned.
He shrunk after waking up.
Looking around at the antique-style environment and the people, Ye Jingchen, a veteran online novel reader of ten years, felt that he might not have shrunk in size, but rather had transmigrated.
His muddled mind finally cleared up a bit. He remembered the dull pain that had made it hard to breathe when he was about to fall asleep. It belatedly came to his senses that he might be dead, and in the most shameful way for a young person to die—dying suddenly from staying up all night. He would make the news and become a typical negative example, and for a period of time, he would be the subject of conversation for hundreds of millions, or even more, of people.
Ye Jingchen covered his face with his hands and observed three seconds of silence for his deceased self.
"Your Highness, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"
Closest to the bed was a young girl in a light green gauze dress. Although she looked young, her features had already matured, and she was delicate and elegant, much like the well-bred young ladies from wealthy families in movies and TV dramas.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with tears, and she had an expression of joyful tears.
In the 21st century, an ordinary office worker would never have the chance to meet such a beautiful woman with both looks and temperament, let alone one who is now staring intently at him.
Unfortunately, Ye Jingchen had just experienced a brush with death and returned to life. Now, in an unfamiliar environment and possessing the body of a strange child, his mind was in complete chaos, and he had no interest in appreciating beautiful women.
His adult soul allowed him to barely control the expression on his face, silently observing his surroundings and the people in the room.
In ancient times, the hierarchical system was very strict. Only the Empress, princes and princesses could be called "Your Highness". The room he was in was definitely over 100 square meters in size. Every piece of furniture in the room was exquisite and luxurious, filled with a sense of high-class and money.
As for the people kneeling in the room, there was a large group of dozens of them. The women all had the same hair ornaments and wore the same style and color dresses, and the men were dressed the same as well. They were probably palace maids and eunuchs.
As he was speculating, he saw a eunuch leading three men dressed in a different style into the room.
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