Chapter 2

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He wakes up in a chaotic darkness, an unimaginable pain soon follows. Su Zi Li cannot help but groan. He slowly opened his eyes. His vision was swaying as he glances at a blurry at a mans shadow casts by the moonlight.

Youve finally awoke your majesty! he heard a cheerful voice uttered.

Chu Lan, quickly invite the imperial physician to have a checkup.

Ok.

Zi Li blinks his eyes, his vision started to become clear. An unfamiliar lady with a clear and elegant face came in. Zi Li opens his mouth but his throat could not produce any sound. The lady notice it and carried a cup of water for him to drink.

Who are you? Where is this place? He asks in a hurry despite having difficulty in speaking. Its not a hospital, and theres no doctor. The ladys clothes is ancient style and this place is unfamiliar. This is too strange! Where am I exactly?

As for the time, Zu Li was not sure. Ming Yue was also suspiciously puzzled. How can his majesty not recognised me? And asking about this place as well? He lives here for twelve years. She believes that he should be most familiar with the imperial palace than her. Could it be the side effect of the fatal injury he was dealt with? The imperial physician must properly check it.

Your majesty, I am Ming Yue and this the Chu Jin Kingdoms imperial palace. The maid Ming Yue explains.

Your Majesty? Kingdom of Chu Jing? Imperial Palace? What kind of words are these? This place is not probably a mental institution, is it?! Zi Li looks back at Ming Yue with eyes revealing an obvious worried expression. Like, one cannot help but see that he was mentally disturbed person.

Zi Li wanted to get up, but a sudden burst of pain made him lie back on his pillow.

You should not move about, your majesty. The imperial physician said that the wound can reopen. Ming Yue hastily supported Zi Li.

How did my stomach get injured? Zi Li looks down on his stomach to see it wrapped with layers of bandages.

Ming Yue only knows that his majesty was shot by an arrow, fell in a coma for 8 days and not know the whole details. Ming Yue answered.

Arrow? Oh my god! It is only used in the ancient times.

Zi Li trembled in fear. Dont tell me I have gone back to the ancient times.

What is the current dynasty right now? Zi Li look at Ming Yues body from head to toe and does not recognises her clothes. Qin Dynasty? Han Dynasty? Tang Dynasty? Definitely not the warring states period, right?

Ming Yue confusedly shakes her head.

Sigh, forget it! Zu Li dejectedly sighed.

Zu Lis mind was in chaos. I already died at that burning building, then reincarnated after. Ah, no! My soul has probably arrived in an ancient place similar to ancient china. I must be occupying a princes body. But, Im already at the brink of death. Did i not die? AAAAAHHHH!!! Heavens! Your driving me crazy!

Is your head not feeling well, your highness? Ming Yue glanced at his forehead and touch it. Hes answer was a grumbling noise of his stomach.

Oh, no. Zi Li embarassly covered his face. Its just my wound hurt.

Ill call the Imperial physician, your Highness. The young lady then walks toward the door. Then an old man with a moustache that resembles an insect feeler walks in front of Zi Li with humble steps.

Ming Yue bowed, Sir quick, His highness said that his wound is hurting. You.

Its surprising to be already awake, the wound had not yet completely closed, who could not experience pain with such injury. The imperial physician shoot a quick glance at Zu Li, his tone was extremely annoyed.

This old[1] imperial physician still has a lot of work to be done in the medical quarters. You all must not summon the old me just to waste my time and effort.

T/N: Lao fu – used to address older people or very formal way of addressing ones self.

Upon hearing this, Ming Yue and the other ladies ears droop down unconsciously. They are just serving the monarch. Although he is a prince, but he is not a prince of Chu Jing, but a prince of an enemy country. Speaking frankly, he is just a lowly prisoner.

Everyday, serving inside a small palace, and at the same time being yelled at by his highness[1]. Who would not get a heartache?

T/N: The original prince

Hearing those words, Zi Li was astonished. Isnt he a prince? Is he not like those in prince in television dramas that could demand wind and rain? Why is he being treated with contempt?

Sigh, I dont like this. Anyway, the situation right now is already odd. Zi Li simply closes his eyes, not a second sooner that he fell asleep.

As he woke up once again, his still unsure about the time. The room was only illuminated by candle lights. Ming Yue was guarding his bedside with her hand propped on her fragrant cheeks. She was sleeping soundly.

Zi Li felt a sudden warmth from his chest rise up. He never experience such a comforting scene in a long time. He only remembers one time from his childhood when he had fallen ill and his mother, just like this, watching over him from his bedside with a tender gaze. But ever since his father had an affair, his parents relationship had worsen. Every day they would always have a quarrel. Sometimes would even hit each other. This fight lasted for years and in the end a divorce takes place. Afterwards, both people walk at their own path, and he lost his special place. And up until now, he alone had coped up with his originally warm but now broken family.

Ming Yue wakes up and saw a pair of red rimmed eyes looking at her.

She jumped in surprise, Whats the matter, your majesty? Is your wound very painful?

Zi Li lightly shakes his head. He sadly answered: Ming Yue, I cannot go back anymore!

Ming Yue believes that he was pertaining to his home country —— Bei Ling, so she dont know how to give comfort. She could only divert Zi Lis attention. His Majesty had been in coma for days and have not yet eaten, Ming Yue will now prepare a few light refreshments in a while, will that be alright?

Hearing her said it, Zi Lis stomach called out a loud gu gu (grumbling) sounds multiple times.

Ming Yue smiled lightly and said: Please wait for a moment your highness, I shall be back soon.

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