That was the water she accidentally got on her clothes when she was changing in the bathroom. She had tried to stay outside for some time to let the corners of her clothes dry.
Ouyang seemed to be talking to herself again, and no one in the room could understand what she was saying. Dong Ya closed his book and sat there taking a last sip of tea. He noticed that the woman across from him had disappeared. He felt a little strange and looked around. There was indeed no sign of her. What was going on? Where did the woman who was sitting there just now go?
Ouyang began fiddling with her cane again, tapping the floorboards as she descended the stairs. Dongya placed the money on the table and continued to follow her. This time, he paid attention to the people around him, including those holding children. He was proficient in every aspect of HDA and could direct others to do things for him, but he could never fathom other people's thoughts, especially those of strangers, who were the most difficult to fathom.
"Hello," a young woman said, appearing in front of them and darting towards them. "I'm so glad to see you."
Dongya stared at the other man intently, but the woman easily passed them and headed for a man behind them. The girl left them behind, playing with the man's hand and walking away. Dongya felt that he was being overly sensitive. Especially since there were so many strangers around him, how could he pay attention?
Ouyang continued walking forward and came to a simple hut. In the middle of the open room, the color TV stood out. The TV should have been produced in the 1990s, and it should be no younger than the shack. Dongya then noticed that they were far away from the bustling city center, and there was a large group of outsiders living here. They survived in these cramped spaces, and as long as no developer discovered this place, they would continue to live here for a long time. Several children squatted in front of the TV, and it seemed that no one had washed their faces or brushed their teeth, but no one disliked each other. They sat in rows next to each other, and it was quieter than some classrooms.
The following story is being played out on TV:
A man's soul travels through time and space into a woman's body. In ancient times, every frame shows the details of their lives. On a snowy day, there are maids with less charcoal.
Business prodigy Gu Yiwei woke up feeling unwell and a severe headache. He remembered he had an important meeting today. What time was it? He reached for his phone by the bed, but it was empty.
"Miss!"
A sweet female voice came into his ears. He opened his eyes and saw a figure kneeling on the ground through the antique bed curtain. He suddenly woke up with a start: "Who are you?" He lifted the quilt, ran out of bed barefoot, and looked for something in a daze.
"Miss!" It turned out that there was more than one person in the room. "The floor is cold!" The nanny knelt on the ground with her shoes in her hands.
He suddenly realized something. He had become smaller and had turned into a girl. He ran to the shiny bronze mirror and pinched his pink cheeks, which hurt a little. His hands were small and thin, and his hair reached his waist. "Who is this?"
"Miss, I beg you, please don't hurt yourself." The nanny helped her put on her shoes and asked the maid behind her to help her wash and dress. Gu Yiwei was a little dazed, closing her eyes and opening them again. It was still here, this was not a dream. She almost fell to the ground without paying attention, but fortunately, the maid held her arm. The nanny was a little sad, tears streaming down her face.
Gu Yiwei then noticed her. Although her face had some wrinkles, she looked no more than thirty years old. Her timid eyes made him feel a little more pity, and he reached out to wipe away the tears from her cheeks.
"How could the master be willing to let the young lady enter the palace?" She sighed, "The maidservant is worried about the young lady."
He entered the body of this person. Although he was young, he had lived for twenty-eight years and had never seen anyone cry for him. "Don't cry."
"Yes, young lady!" The nurse wiped her tears and helped her put on the last coat. "If the princess were still here, the master would never listen to other people's words."
She wondered what kind of family life this body's previous owner had led, but before she could even begin to understand, she was already being escorted to a carriage. As she left, she glanced at her so-called father. He was indeed surrounded by numerous women and children. If he had truly traveled to such an era, she would be nothing more than one of his possessions. The jolting ride was unimaginable to her. Having yet to eat, she felt deeply uncomfortable. She opened the curtains, and a stench of horse manure and urine filled the bustling streets. She could only close her eyes, choosing to ignore it all.
After several hours, the driver called her. They had arrived at the gates of the imperial city and needed to transfer to a sedan chair. The sedan chair slowed down, and before long, a group of eunuchs and palace maids led her into a palace with the inscription "Zihua Palace" on it. The servants had already prepared a meal for her. By the time she finished her meal, the sun had already set. She drifted off, feeling like she had taken a comfortable bath and then had a very long dream.
But before daybreak, she was called up again and sent to the Shangshufang to study. People in the palace spoke cautiously, and it was not easy to get information from them. Her personal maid Ling'er was smart and could roughly understand her situation from her.
Hua Xiangrong, courtesy name Zihua, was the legitimate daughter of Prime Minister Hua. Her mother was the current emperor's half-sister. She passed away shortly after giving birth to their only daughter, Hua Xiangrong. Heartbroken by her motherless childhood, the emperor issued an edict granting Hua Xiangrong equal status with the crown prince. This is why the crown prince resided in Yonghua Palace, while Hua Xiangrong lived in Fenghua Palace.
Hua Xiangrong had stayed at the Hua family for thirteen years, and if it weren't for the emperor's decree, no one would have cared about her existence. She was the last to arrive at the Shangshufang, where four people sat, presumably her so-called imperial cousin. Ling'er whispered in her ear about these people: the one in yellow was the Crown Prince, with the seat to his right vacant. To his left sat the Third Prince, and behind him sat the Fourth and Eighth Princes, with her seat next to the Eighth Prince.
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