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The morning glow and the dew of dawn brushed past each other, everything was so harmonious, until this moment.
A distortion in space, the howling of the wind, accompanied by a sharp thunder, gave the peaceful capital of Southern Qi an undeniable awakening.
Inside a deep mansion, after a sudden burst of bright light disappeared, the figure of a soul fell onto the bed, merging with the body of a girl lying on it. That soul was Zhang Yi, a young archaeologist who unexpectedly traveled through time and space while exploring a tomb.
The bedroom was lavishly decorated, filled with Southern Qi style patterns and paintings. Jade and gemstones embedded in the crossbeams sparkled in the sunlight, while an elegant screen was painted with landscapes and ancient poetry.
On the ground is a thick carpet, soft like animal fur, and the lantern emits a soft light, giving people an indescribable sense of tranquility.
Zhang Yi opened his eyes and first felt the soreness all over his body and the intense headache. He struggled to sit up and realized that he was no longer in his familiar environment.
However, what shocked him even more was his own body - it was no longer the familiar male body he knew.
"What... what's going on?" Zhang Yi's heart was filled with doubt and unease.
Just as he was trying to make sense of it all, the door was gently pushed open and a classical maid walked in. Her name was Beyue, and she was the close servant of the master of the room.
"Miss, you're finally awake," Beyue's voice was full of concern.
Zhang Yi Everything in front of his eyes seemed like a dream, with the intricate and magnificent tapestries, delicate and beautiful porcelain, and the woman by his side with her bright eyes and beautiful appearance, all making him feel somewhat incredulous.
"Who am I? Where am I?" Zhang Yi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Looking around, he found himself in a clearly luxurious room. Embroidered curtains let in a faint daylight, and everything in the room appeared elegant and tranquil.
Beyue looked at her with a hint of doubt in his eyes, but quickly regained his composure.
"Miss, did you hit your head and lose your memory? We are the Zhao family, one of the three major influential families in Jiangnan. The Zhao family has a very high reputation and power in this area, and you, Chao Qinglan, are the eldest daughter of the family, receiving a high level of attention and affection from the family since childhood." As he finished speaking, she quickly walked to Chao Qinglan's side and carefully checked her head, as if to ensure that she was not injured.
Zhang Yi suddenly understood that he had not only traveled through time, but also changed from a man to a woman, becoming the legitimate eldest daughter of the so-called Zhao Mansion. All of this was too unbelievable.
"I've become a woman and traveled to the Southern Qi dynasty. This is just the kind of plot you'd see in a TV drama, isn't it?" Zhang Yi muttered to himself, his tone revealing a hint of disbelief and sarcasm.
"Miss, what do you mean? TV drama? What is that?"
Zhang Yi suddenly came to his senses, realizing his slip of the tongue just now. He quickly adjusted his expression, trying to regain a normal state of mind.
Becoming Chao Qinglan, Zhang Yi coughed and regained his composure, "No, it's okay. I just suddenly felt a bit unwell."
" Beyue, why did I faint?" Zhang Yi quickly changed the subject, looking like he wanted to know the reason.
Beyue put down the handkerchief in her hand and her expression became somewhat complicated. "Miss, you said you wanted to study at the academy, but your family doesn't allow it, so you went on a hunger strike in protest."
"Hunger strike? It turns out the owner of this body also has such aspirations." Zhang Yi felt a stir in his heart and his expression showed a hint of emotion.
Beyue looked at her, seeming even more puzzled, but still remained calm, picking up the nearby sachet and walking to the bedside.
"Miss, your complexion doesn't look great. This sachet contains lavender and chamomile, which is beneficial for calming the mind," Beyue said gently, with a focused expression.
Zhang Yi He glanced around the room and thought to himself, "This isn't the main issue." He lowered his head and looked at his own body, a mix of sudden realization and disbelief flooding over him.
Beyue Nodded obediently and walked to the door, suddenly stopping in her tracks.
"Miss, do you feel unwell? Do you need me to get some calming medication for you?"
Zhang Yi felt nervous as soon as he heard this.
"Okay, bring it here," Zhang Yi thought, "If there's something that can help me calm down, maybe it would be better."
In a little while, Beyue led in a few maids, holding a porcelain bottle and several small bowls.
"Miss, this is our family's traditional calming pill, made from various Chinese herbs such as longan, poria, and sour jujube seed, which has a good effect on calming the mind."
Zhang Yi looked at the unfamiliar Chinese herbs and hesitated.
Beyue sensed his unease and couldn't help but explain, "Miss, rest assured, these are all family secrets that have been used since childhood and are very safe."
"That's good..." Zhang Yi reluctantly agreed, thinking that she had already jumped into the fire pit of this ancient world, and she had to make sure she could survive safely.
Beyue personally placed the pill in a small bowl, added hot water, and handed it over. Zhang Yi took the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and finally drank it all.
"Thank you, Beyue. I'll rest for a while. You all can leave."
Beyue As I left the room and closed the door, a hint of doubt flashed through my eyes involuntarily.
Zhao Mansion It's like a miniature kingdom, with secret chambers and complicated relationships. Even as a personal maid like her, one must learn how to remain vigilant in various subtle atmospheres.
Beyue led the maid away, and Zhang Yi could finally catch his breath. He raised his hand to massage his temples, as countless questions and doubts spread through his mind like wildfire.
"As a man, how could I possibly become a woman? And what's the deal with this dynasty and this identity?"
However, even with all the questions and unease, reality will not change because of it. He took a deep breath and decided to accept the current situation first, and make plans for the future later.
Zhang Yi looked out at the sunshine and thought to himself: In any case, I need to understand this era, this family, and get familiar with my new identity first. He began to observe Chao Qinglan's room.
In the room, Zhang Yi's heart was still beating violently, as if warning of all the uncertainty, quickly analyzing the situation in front of him.
"This Chao Qinglan is indeed extraordinary, for a woman to have such books," Zhang Yi thought in amazement.
Walking past a rosewood table, he approached a huge antique bronze mirror. The mirror was intricately carved with peony patterns, and the frame was inscribed with some poems in a complex cursive script.
In the mirror, he has already become she. That youthful face possesses distinct Eastern aesthetic qualities, reflecting a typical Eastern visage. The skin appears ivory-white, with eyes deep as the night. Overall, it is evident that when grown up, she will be an exceedingly beautiful woman.
"If I really have crossed over, then I can only act according to the situation now," Zhang Yi sighed deeply.
He walked to the bookshelf and picked up a copy of "The Art of War." The pages had turned yellow with age, and the text was written in ink, unlike modern printed books. It was a hand-copied manuscript from ancient times.
"Returning to the present is the top priority. But before that, I need to understand more... and then survive." Zhang Yi's mouth curled into a bitter smile. He then opened the book and began to read carefully. These ancient treasures, casually placed in the modern world, each one was priceless. Of course, for an archaeologist, the excitement was indescribable. Suddenly, he felt like staying a little longer might not be a bad thing after all.
"No matter what, I have to survive. Perhaps in this process, I can find a way back to the present." Zhang Yi stared into the distance with determination.
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