Where was this? Li opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, his mind muddled and heavy.
"Young Master, you're finally awake. If you hadn't woken up soon, and His Majesty blamed us, we wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility." The speaker was a delicate, lovely young girl dressed in a pink silk skirt, her cheeks rosy.
Li remained calm as he discreetly surveyed his surroundings, silently concluding that he had probably transmigrated.
He wiped away any inappropriate expression and pretended to be completely bewildered. "Who are you? Where am I?"
That was right—he began using the essential skill of all transmigrators: pretending to have amnesia.
"Young Master, don't scare Liuli! You are His Majesty's eldest son. If anything happened to you, Epang Palace would be turned upside down!" The girl's eyes widened in shock as she cried out.
Though it was only a short sentence, it told Li that the body he had possessed held an extremely noble status. His Majesty, and the eldest son—did that mean he was a prince?
"His Majesty has arrived..."
Just as he was thinking, he heard the announcement from outside. Li froze for a moment, then saw a man in a golden dragon robe appear at the door. The newcomer had stern features, sword-like brows that swept into his temples, eyes like lightning, and an overwhelming presence.
It seemed this was his bargain-bin imperial father.
"Father." Li pretended to rise from the bed to salute, but the other man stopped him. "Fusu, you have only just recovered from a serious illness. There is no need for formalities."
Fusu! Li suppressed the storm raging in his heart and kept his expression calm. If he remembered history correctly, Fusu was the eldest son of the famous First Emperor, Qin Shi Huang.
He shot