Before her eyes was a redwood cloud pattern bed fra, and at the foot of the bed stood a Coral Welcoming Cabinet. The sunlight from the picked window shone in, falling on the brass mirror and reflecting a lingering glow.
Thin wisps of smoke slowly drifted from the gilded chira incense burner, firmly reminding Shu Wan that this was not a dream.
She sat up, looking towards the person speaking nearby—a young girl of about ten or so, with her hair in an apple bun and wearing a green skirt.
Shu Wan was certain, she had never seen this maid before.
Having been reborn once, Shu Wan was not overly panicked by the current scene.
She spoke, her voice a bit hoarse, "Bring a mirror."
The maid hurriedly fetched a mirror for Shu Wan, "Miss, it’s good that your face wasn’t injured, or how would you face the female official today?"
Shu Wan took the mirror and touched the face within it, her gaze abruptly sinking.
The face in the mirror, with teeth like white rhino horns and eyebrows like moth antennae, was that of a striking beauty, and it resembled Shu Wan’s own face by about seventy percent but was only similar at that.
She knew clearly that this was not her.
Shu Wan unconsciously clenched the mirror tighter. Could it be that she, like a wandering soul, had fallen into another ti and space yet again?
"Miss, what’s wrong?"
Seeing that Shu Wan did not reply imdiately, the maid’s eyes began to redden, "Miss, even if you do love Young Master Lin, you still need to consider the Shu Family. Please don’t continue being deluded."
At this mont, Shu Wan had no ti to care about Young Master Lin. She looked at the maid, "What year is it now?"
The maid was stunned and instinctively widened her eyes, "Miss, please don’t frighten , it’s the Beiling Fifth Year, don’t you rember?"
Finally hearing a familiar na, Shu Wan’s heart settled slightly, her gaze flickering, "Is the current Emperor Qi Yuan?"
"Miss!!" The maid was really scared this ti, and she quickly knelt down, "How can you call His Majesty by his na directly? If soone with intentions heard it, it would lead to a big problem."
Indeed, confirming that she had not landed in an unfamiliar ti, Shu Wan felt sowhat relieved internally.
But in Beiling Fifth Year, Shu Wan calculated that it ant it had been six years since she left.
"You can stand up."
Shu Wan’s thoughts were chaotic now, and she needed to organize them thoroughly.
"Miss, the female official will be here in a mont, let serve you to wash and dress first."
"Mhm."
Despite the great shock in her heart, Shu Wan did not show it. She composed herself, allowing the maid to help her dress.
Before long, the maid had helped her into her clothes—a water-red peony-patterned soft satin dress that accentuated her youthful, stunning appearance, making her look even more delicately prepossessing.
The clothes were specially made by the embroidery woman from the Jiangnan Workshop, and Shu Wan’s beauty was renowned in Suzhou, but for so reason, the maid always felt sothing was slightly off.
After a mont, the maid suddenly realized—it was the mismatch in temperant.
For so reason, the maid always felt that the temperant of their young Miss now carried a sense of overwhelming authority.
The pressure exuded when the Miss cast a glance felt even stronger than the master’s.
Yet, considering how young the Miss was, how could she possess such a daunting deanor?
Under such an imposing air, the brightly colored dress suited for young girls seed overly noisy.
Various questions occupied the maid’s mind, while Shu Wan’s mind was flooded with a myriad of thoughts.
She tried to recall but found that she couldn’t access the mories of her forr self as she had before.
Up to now, she didn’t even know her own na; she only knew that it was Beiling Fifth Year and that she was about to participate in the selection of consorts.
Outside the window, birds chirped lodiously. Shu Wan’s gaze crossed the carved window to see the vibrant spring colors contrasting starkly with the snow-covered Imperial City, as if the year she spent in that other world had been just a dream of hers.
However, thinking of Fu Siyu’s warm embrace, and rembering Fu Yang’s proudly charming deanor, a sharp pain in her heart clearly told Shu Wan that this was not a dream.
Had she never traveled to a world a millennium later, Shu Wan could have lived well here.
But having experienced such a vast and free world, everything about this feudal dynasty felt like increasingly tightening chains, suffocating her.
Shu Wan needed to return.
And the primary condition was to figure out the cause behind her two rebirths.
Thinking of Qi Yuan’s excavated tomb and the frequent dreams she had before returning here, she intuitively felt that she needed to find the answer from Qi Yuan.
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