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After an explosion, Shuyu transmigrated and was reborn into the body of an unfavored and neglected young master in the Duke of Zhang's household.
As a 21st century person, getting transported in the past was a blessing, right?
Like all transmigrating seniors in many novels, he would be cooking delicious modern world dishes and plagiarizing famous literature to overtake the ancient world, right?
Shuyu wasn't cunning at all. He would be sold into a brothel in no time if he went head to head against these vicious ancient people. Of that, he had a firm belief in. It was wiser to bow down his head and pass life quietly by.
But what was this giant flaming bird doing? Flapping its majestic wings and spreading its enormous aura, sending all, even the Emperor kneeling down the ground?
He just wanted to live a peaceful life ah.
Dialogue: "The Crimson Empress."
Inner Thoughts: The Crimson Empress
Zhang Shuyu was blinded for a moment at the onslaught of light.
Immediately, his lashes fluttered to a close and a slender arm attempted to block off the source. Suddenly, sharp pain radiated when he moved his shoulder which then caused him to let out a startled gasp.
Biting his lip, he halted his movements, resting his body in a supine position from where he was laying down. Aches and pains warred from his state of mind. Despite that, he did his best to calm down lest he hyperventilate.
Where am I?
He tried to get his bearings together with lids still closed.
I was heading to work.
His mind whirred, giving him a headache as he tried to process what the hell happened to him.
Next thing I know... heat.
... an explosion?
His eyes abruptly opened as that particular thought came to mind, which then caused his eyes to tear up from the pain and his vision to haze a bit. He ignored that as his heart pounded rapidly from the revelation.
He was supposed to be dead.
No, this can't be.
It was supposed to be an ordinary, normal, boring day whilst he did his ordinary, normal, boring work as part of his ordinary, normal, boring life. That was his routine. The routine Zhang Shuyu lived by in. The routine Zhang Shuyu believed in.
However, for some unknown and utterly inane reason, that little thing called Life randomly knocked on his door and decided to change itself, or better yet, end itself.
When he was driving to work, he ended up crashing into an oncoming truck that decided to cheerfully veer off from its lane.
Cold sweat dripped down his neck as a random thought barged into his mind.
Hastily, as his vision cleared, he darted his sight to take in his surroundings.
Contrary to what he expected, which was a grotesque vehicular wreckage with metal, blood, and ashes scattered everywhere, he was currently in a beaten-up room with sparse wooden furniture that he wasn't accustomed to. It felt like he was transported into a period drama with all these ancient objects surrounding him.
Startled, he sat up.
"Ah!" Zhang Shuyu bit his lip as the corner of his eyes reddened from the pain.
This didn't explain the state of his body. If he really did transmigrate or was sent back in time, then why was his body in so much pain?
Wincing, he haltingly held out his arms and examined himself.
Then he froze.
I can take the transmigration and the bruises...
... but what the fu-... la!
His eye twitched.
(This is my first Danmei, so please forgive me in advance, lmao!~)
(Yes, it would be rampant with cliches, starting with the High & Mighty Truck-sama.)
(Also, unlike in my other novels, I'll try to lessen my word count in this series. Usually, my chapters ranges from 5000 to 8000 words, and I kept on getting comments about it being too long.)
(So, yeah, I'll do my best to taper off my word count in this one.)
(Please review, it gives me energy, thank you!~)
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