Chapter 3: Clouds Think of Clothes, Flowers Think of Faces (1)

  "Oh no! Mom! Don't disturb me, today is Saturday, I don't have to go to work... Don't call me, let me sleep a little longer!"

  "What? Sister Lingdang, what is the princess saying?"

  "Miss... miss... wake up quickly!"

  Someone beside her was calling out a strange name in a nagging tone, and she, who was sore and tired all over, was annoyed by the disturbance. Finally, she opened her eyes impatiently and glared at the two people standing beside the bed, wearing light green shirts.

  "Ah?" As she sat up and looked clearly at the two girls who seemed to be under twenty years old, she let out a low groan due to a sharp pain in her legs: "It hurts so much..."

  "Your Highness, you..." The slightly shorter little girl first stared at her neck in shock, then when she shifted her gaze to her completely bare body, her shocked eyes turned to horror: "Your Highness, what's happened to you?"

  A slightly taller little girl next to her was also stunned for a moment, with a hint of strange light flashing in her eyes. She quickly reached out and pulled the quilt up high, turned her head and whispered to the shorter little girl: "Don't ask too much, go and prepare hot water for Miss to wash her body, be careful not to let others know." "Oh..." The shorter little girl nodded foolishly, but when she saw the taller girl's eye signal, she finally understood what was going on with the strange sounds they heard last night while keeping watch outside. Her face turned red and she quickly ran out.

  The person who had been sitting on the bed suddenly felt that something was not quite right. The decorations around them were all classical, with a dragon and phoenix carved wooden bed, gold and silver double-layered gauze curtains, and the room was filled with ancient vases, jade carvings, and purple sandalwood tables. There was also a faint scent of incense wafting through the air, which smelled like an ancient type of musk.

  Even the little girl standing beside her bed, wearing a green dress in an ancient style, had an inexplicable look in her eyes. The maid Lingdang spoke up: "Your Highness, don't be afraid, I'm Lingdang. Did you have a nightmare? Do you want me to call someone to bring some calming tea for you?" As she spoke, Lingdang examined the strange expression on her face while gently patting her shoulder with concern.

  "Huh..." She suddenly lifted her eyes and looked at Ling Tong: "What time is it now?"

  She actually wanted to ask where this place was, what dynasty it was in. Although she felt like she had crossed over into ancient times in her mind, she thought it was unlikely and could only ask vaguely.

  God forbid it's time-travel... She doesn't want to abandon her parents for some crappy love, and her dad and mom still rely on her to support them in their old age. She doesn't want to be an unfilial daughter who just pats her butt and leaves.

  The maid who was ringing the bell suddenly flashed her eyes when she asked such a question, as if she knew what she wanted to ask: "Miss, now is the 34th year of Dongxun Country's Jianyuan, Miss, what's wrong? Why are you asking this?"

  The person sitting on the bed suddenly looked like they were shocked, staring at Ling Tong in astonishment: "Reincarnation? Transcendence? Ancient times? Miss?"

  "Huh... miss?" Ling Tong furrowed his brow, carefully looking at her: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Did the prince say something to you last night? Or..."

  That's all.

  Words of Emotion