Ling Song lay under the quilt, listening to the movement outside the door with his ears perked up.
His heart pounded loud and clear in the silent darkness.
He tiptoed out of bed, fumbled to the desk, used his brain and turned on the lamp.
When the light was on, Ling Song subconsciously swallowed his throat, stretched out his hand, and cautiously touched the bulb. The slight burn startled him, and he quickly redrew his hand and rubbed his fingers.
Everything here was like a mystery beyond his comprehension.
He came to this place five days ago.
At that time there was the burning and painful sensation of toxic wine scraping in his throat, and when he opened his eyes, he was in this strange and bizarre parallel world.
He didn’t expect that he would still be alive, and would still be able to see his Emperor Father, Queen Mother, and Prince Brother, who had died. The way they dressed were completely different, said strange things, and didn’t recognise him at all.
Ling Song thought, if they weren’t the crazy ones, then it must be me.
For the next five days, he carefully observed the words and actions of the people around him, and quietly wrote down the usage of these strange things he had never seen before. No matter how shocked and timid he was, he tried to maintain calmness on his face. No one was able to tell.
He had been an emperor for five years, and learnt 70% to 80% the art of pretending, which was barely enough.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Song looked at his surroundings with the help of the light.
This room was far less magnificent than his previous bedroom, but there wasn’t a light that could be turned on with a push of a button, especially the one above his head, which was much brighter than the legendary luminous pearl. It was really strange.
There were more things he didn’t recognise here.
But these were not the most important.
Ling Song’s gaze fell on the bookshelf in the corner. He walked over and scanned it from top to bottom.
The Chinese characters here were not the same as what he knew, but there wasn’t too much of a difference. By guessing, he could roughly understand the meaning of the content inside…
He picked up a book of “A Brief History of Time”, and after turning two pages, Ling Song put it back without any expression.
Finally, he saw the book, “General History of China” in the bottom row of the bookshelf, containing more than 20 volumes.
After a two-second pause on the “General History of China: Success”, Ling Song pulled out the two volumes.
The books here were all arranged horizontally from left to right. He was not used to it, but now was not the time to be entangled by this.
The first volume of the book was about the first few generations of the Cheng Dynasty. Ling Song roughly flipped through it, and the details were somewhat different from what he knew. There generally wasn’t any problem.
He picked up the second volume, turned to the last page, and finally saw the record about him, the Yong’an Emperor.
It turned out that he was the King of subjugation1.(Actual words:亡国之君) Refers to the last generation of monarchs who brought the country to ruin.
After his death, The Regent murdered, and almost completely annihilated the Ling family.
At the end, the rebels invaded Beijing and surrounded the palace. The Regent held his sword, walked up to the palace gate tower alone, and was killed by a thousand arrows.
Ling Song sniffed. He didn’t know whether his or the Regent’s death was worse.
After being in a daze for a few seconds, he pulled out the history books behind him and continued to read.
It turned out that this place was not a different dimension, it was more than four hundred years after his time.
There was no Emperor in this era, only the government.
Everything had been turned upside down.
More than four hundred years had quickly passed by.
The former Yong’an Emperor had now become a trivial piece in the historical books, completely covered in the billowing historical dust.
Ling Song fell into a deep sleep beside the bookshelf, with books scattered around him.
In his nightmare, he dreamt of those fierce and cold eyes. He was so petrified that he retreated again and again, until he couldn’t.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, and the sky was already bright.
The sunlight outside the window spilled into the room. Indeed, those in the dreams were just dreams.
Ling Song got up, stretched his sore neck, and found himself drenched in sticky sweat.
A knock on the door sounded, it was his brother’s voice. “Little Song, are you up yet? I’m coming in.”
Before Ling Song could answer, the door of the room had been pushed open from the outside.
Ling Jie came in and looked at him with a smile. “Why are you sleeping on the floor? You’re actually reading a book?”
Ling Song scratched his face. Being a little bit stunned, he didn’t know what to say.
Ling Jie came over and rubbed his head. “Hurry up and take a bath. Mom asked me to wake you up and have breakfast.”
Ling Song casually nodded. “Okay.”
Walking into the bathroom and locking the door, he calmly took off his clothes and took a shower.
Among other things, these strange and good things four hundred years later were really good. People here live no worse than him as an emperor in his previous life.
Just treat everything that happened that year as a nightmare. After four hundred years, never would he ever want to return.
After his shower when he came downstairs, the whole family was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him.
His Emperor Father, Queen Mother, elder Prince Brother, the elder Prince’s wife and nephew were all there.
He had accepted the fact that he came back four hundred years later. Ling Song suddenly felt that God had not treated him badly, not only allowing him to live again, but to also return his family back to him.
Jeanie: It’s been some time since I’ve translated. I’m officially back!!
