Chapter 03: Non-Dream

The doctor said this is due to the high fever damaging the brain, and it is likely that it cannot be cured. It is already a great fortune that the young lady has survived this time.

Ming Dynasty Zhu Yijun! I jumped up directly from the kang. The Ming Dynasty! I actually ended up in the Ming Dynasty! Goodness, I woke up from a nap and found myself in the Ming Dynasty! But which emperor is Zhu Yijun? Which year is the Year of the Dragon in the Renchen cycle? Who can tell me which year the Renchen Year of the Dragon actually is?

Sister..." Daisan called out softly, seemingly holding a great respect for this young girl

Hmm?

"Dai Shan cannot save you! No one can save you!" The voice of the little demon behind gritted teeth sounded as if it came from hell, "You are mine! You belong to me! No one can take you away!"

I reimagined the appearance of that nobleman in my mind, wise and powerful, exuding an imposing presence. He looked quite spirited; while he could not be classified as a top-tier handsome man, he could still be considered a sporty, muscular type, which was somewhat pleasing to the eye. The key was the physique concealed beneath his clothing, which truly sparked the imagination; it must be quite impressive, right? In modern times, to achieve such a physique, one would have to spend considerable time in the gym, wouldn't they? ... Alright ... I admit my thoughts have already run off the rails to an unknown destination.

So... do not always regard me as a child

As expected, Chu Ying threw me onto the horse's back

Dong Ge

Dai Shanbai | The tender little face flushed bright red, just as I was about to take the opportunity to continue my advances, the suddenly opened door was forcefully kicked open, producing a loud bang.

Dai Shan slowly stood up

Hmm. Dong Guoge took off her shoes, scooted up to the warm kang where I had been sitting, and settled down cross-legged. She raised her hand and pointed to the opposite side of the kang table, saying, "Please sit down. You have just recovered from a cold, so don't overexert yourself."

"It doesn't matter..." Daisan said softly, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember, as long as... you are still here, as long as you are okay." Strangely, I detected a hint of tremor in his voice.

Still unable to recall it

I let out a satisfied sigh from the depths of my heart, my hands and feet trembling with excitement

Bang! Did I say something wrong again? Why do his eyes look so frightening?

Do you like my father? A hint of tension was concealed beneath the nonchalant tone

Isn't my current situation something that only appears in melodramatic novels about time travel? I just don't know where I have traveled to; does this place really exist on Earth? Also, why does the "Buxiyamala" that appeared in the ancient tomb look so much like my current body? Is there some connection between the two?

"What are you still doing there?" Dong Guoge Liu Mei swept her brows, her gaze icy as it fell upon Chu Ying at the door

Is there really a prince who spends all day gnawing on cabbage, sleeps on an earthen bed at night, and has to go fishing and hunting to make a living during the day? I wouldn't believe it even if you killed me! Isn't that how the Qing palace dramas portray it? Clothes come at a stretch, meals are served on demand, when idle, they stay home to flirt, when tired, they go out to stroll with birds, sporting a shiny moon gate, with a thick and shiny braid trailing down the back of their head, dressed in brocade and finery, that is truly the demeanor of the noble families of the Eight Banners!

First, there was a staggering lurch of my upper body, followed immediately by a dizzying sensation that left me disoriented. It was then that I realized riding a horse is not as enjoyable as I had imagined; it was indeed a far cry from what I had envisioned.

If you are asking about the emperor, then it is the Great Ming Dynasty, and the one presiding over the court is Zhu Yijun... Today is the twenty-first day of the ninth month in the year of the Dragon, Renchen... His gaze towards me was mixed with a hint of pity and compassion

Why don't you quickly apologize to Dong Ge Ge? If it weren't for your unreasonable interference that day, she wouldn't have fallen into the sea

It is the voice of Daisan. However, I am completely disoriented and have no idea where this voice is coming from. I can only rely on my instinct for survival and scream desperately: "Daisan! Save me—help!"

Although I saw quite a few horses during those three days on the Mongolian grassland, Sam, that workaholic, was solely focused on urging me to work, leaving me no time or opportunity to have further intimate interactions with those lovely horses

I looked up and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

I dared not look into his eyes any longer, so I lowered my head and pretended to shyly break free from his embrace

"You like me, Ah Ma!" Seeing that I had been silent for a long time, Dai Shan suddenly stood up

I sat down beside the edge of the kang, appearing obedient, without actually getting onto it. The hand behind my back quietly tightened around Daisan's hand—this kid's hand was icy cold, truly more effective than any pain relief ointment.

I was swiftly carried out of the house on his shoulder like a sandbag

Chu Ying let out a cold snort and reluctantly stepped over

Ah— I screamed in silence, gripping the mane tightly and not daring to let go, only hearing the rushing wind by my ears, while the scenery around me swiftly retreated behind.

I am roaring inside, my feet are stomping on the ground like a headless fly spinning in circles, until I am embraced by Dai Shan.

Dai Shan did not respond, silently lowering his head to look at me, his expression complex.

Since there are esteemed guests present, I feel it would be inappropriate to remain nestled on the warm kang any longer. I stood up straight and noticed that my robe had been creased, with the corners crumpled and curling up, which looked quite unseemly. I quickly reached out to smooth it down.

I instinctively recoiled.

I withdrew my hand from Daisan's grasp. Three days have passed, and the bite marks on my index finger remain as they were. Although I have been applying those pain-relieving and cooling ointments, I still feel a sharp, piercing pain with the slightest unintended tug.

This ... ... is no longer needed. Joking aside, I think it would be more satisfying to just kill him with a single blow than to have him apologize. With his stubborn temperament, if he were forced to apologize to me in public, who knows how he would plot against me behind my back

Last time? What was it like last time

I cannot tolerate the domineering manner of Chu Ying, who bullies the weak with his strength, and I seized him as Dai Shan stepped forward.

"Sister Dongguo..." I said in a very soft voice, yet inside I was furious at having to call a girl who was clearly younger than me 'sister'.

Hmm. He paused for a moment, lowered his head, and gazed deeply at me, saying, "You are more beautiful than she is."

But... why does his expression appear so serious and earnest? There is something in the depths of his eyes that flickers, something I cannot comprehend, yet it sends a shiver through my heart

In recent days, I have been strictly ordered to stay indoors to recuperate and not allowed to go out. A multitude of servants is watching over me, and even when I shout that I want to go out for a walk, no one dares to disobey the order and let me step out the door

I shook my head. What other options do I have besides pretending to have amnesia? I know nothing about this little girl, uh, the ten-year-old Dong Gege who is now my physical form.

I was greatly amused by teasing Chu Ying, but unexpectedly, after hearing this, Chu Ying's expression changed dramatically

Dai Shan was taken aback

Chu Ying turned around and sat behind me, his hands reaching through my armpits to grasp the reins. Perhaps sensing my trembling, he pressed his chest against my back and said in a low voice by my ear: "There is no need to be afraid! With me here, it won't be like last time... it will never be like that again"

Chu Ying shot me a fierce glare, but I pretended not to notice, putting on an innocent and naive demeanor, and smiled sweetly at him

Dai Shan, a younger brother who is said to be one year younger than "I"—is the second son of the formidable Shule Beile. Another boy named Chu Ying is his eldest son... And the one being bullied by Chu Ying, Mang Gu Er Tai, is the fifth son—looking at that man, he doesn't seem very old, yet he already has five sons... Ah, perhaps there are even more.

Ah! As he squeezed the horse's belly, the horse neighed loudly and dashed out swiftly

Chu Ying looked at me, then glanced at Dai Shan, her expression growing increasingly grim: "Come out! Let us compete in archery! Big sister will be the witness; whoever loses must give up Dong Ge!"

"That... Da Shan." I licked my lips and tried to give him a friendly and amiable smile, "What dynasty is it now?" Seeing his strange gaze directed at me, my heart skipped a beat, and I hurriedly searched for other words to express my meaning, "I mean... which emperor is currently on the throne? What year, month, and day is it today?"

Because when I woke up again, those warm and gentle eyes had not disappeared, and I had not returned to the real space of my original life

"Sister, Dong Gege... she no longer remembers everything that happened in the past," Dai Shan said with a regretful glance at me, speaking softly

"Sister Dong Ge." She spoke coldly, and because she was older than "I" and was wearing "high heels," she appeared to tower over me by at least half a head. That condescending gaze made me feel a sudden loss of confidence.

As the fingers that were intertwined with Daisan were forcibly pulled apart, a sharp pain surged through the wound, and I cried out, "What are you doing? Put me down!"

It is that unreasonable little demon and little lecher again! I cursed inwardly, after all, this is your home; you need not just kick the door, even if you were to take the entire door off its hinges, it would have nothing to do with me

Dong Guo Ge Ge? Well, yet another master Ge Ge. This place truly produces an abundance of Ge Ge and A Ge, much like the local specialty, the cabbage.

This is my elder sister, Dong Guo Ge Ge, you can call her Dong Guo Jie Jie.

What nonsense are you talking about! I waved my hand impatiently. I have no interest at all in those "old" men with a bunch of wives and children; neither their appearance nor their character is to my taste

He had a tense expression, with a faint sadness between his brows, and his eyes seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, hazy and unfathomable: "You truly have ... ... in your heart"

"Alright, stop saying things that children shouldn't say; this is not how one pretends to be an adult." I flicked his forehead with my finger and smiled, "Let's talk about something else... For instance, which province or city are we in? Does Zhu Yijun have an era name or anything? Who was his predecessor? Also, what does your father do? By the way, this is something you must know, you have to honestly tell me why I lost my memory. What happened before I lost my memory..."

Do not be misled by the poor living conditions here; the inequality among people is particularly pronounced. Terms like "A Ge" and "Ge Ge," as well as "servant" and "Bai Le Ye," make me feel as though I am dealing with a group of Manchu nobility. However, the reality I observe before me is entirely different from what I have seen on television regarding the Qing Dynasty

Ah?

Nonsense! A crisp reprimand echoed through the hall, and only then did I notice that today, Chu Ying was not alone; a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old followed her. With an oval face, a fair complexion, and round, bright eyes that exuded a sense of neatness and competence.

The young girl, with her right hand resting on the maid, stepped into the room on high platform shoes. Although she appeared young, she exuded an air of dignified nobility, which compelled me to glance at her a couple more times.

Now, thanks to Chu Ying, I have witnessed what true ancient life is like. Although being jostled by him as he carried me out the door caused sharp pains in my ribs, the excitement I felt as I saw the genuine fine horses in the stable drawing closer to me easily made me forget the little bit of vigilance I should have maintained.

Oh my! I finally have the opportunity to ride a horse! ... Although the smell on this horse is really not very pleasant ...

The living conditions here are quite harsh. In terms of the environment, not to mention comparing it to the bustling Shanghai, even when compared to the Outer Mongolia where I have previously stayed, the temperature here is so cold that one does not dare to casually step outside. The houses resemble self-built rural homes, with furniture that is antique in style, very much like antiques, yet exuding an air of age and simplicity. There is no electricity, no mobile phones, and no running water here; cooking is done on a large stove, the kind that is connected to the heated floor. How can someone like me, who grew up in Shanghai, survive in such conditions? ... Moreover, the food is also poor ... Here, there is no electricity, no mobile phones, and no running water; cooking is done on a large stove, the kind that is connected to the heated floor. How can someone like me, who grew up in Shanghai, survive in such conditions? ... Furthermore, the food is also poor ... It is said that the most skilled and beloved local dish is the pork and cabbage hot pot, which, although called a hot pot, is essentially just a large pot of mixed ingredients. At first, it was somewhat fresh to eat, but having it for every meal eventually made me feel nauseated.

A strange expression of pain and guilt flashed across Chu Ying's face in an instant, and he suddenly dashed forward, scooping me up in his arms and running out the door

The only thing that is now both unique and essential to clarify is, where exactly am I? Who am I? Why is it that at the age of twenty-three, I have suddenly reverted to the size of a ten-year-old child? ... And this face ...

"My aunt? Who?" I raised my head, my mind in a state of confusion, and it took me a while to remember, "Are you referring to that little... beauty who came a few days ago?" I almost blurted out calling her 'little sister'.

His tone was slow, and although it still carried the unique huskiness of a boy going through voice change, it had a distinct charm: "Dong Ge, I have already started to grow my hair, and I will soon be grown up."

He seemed unprepared for my reaction, his expression froze, and he stood there dumbfounded.

What is he afraid and nervous about

My hand still rests on Daisan's head, while Chu Ying's face turns pale with anger as she stands at the door, pointing at Daisan and shouting: "You, come out!"

I can now confirm that I am not dreaming

I couldn't help but touch his smooth head. Unlike Mang Guertai and Chu Ying, this boy, who was going through his voice change, had his head shaved clean, resembling a little monk. I chuckled and said, "Dai Shan, you are truly adorable."

Dai Shan's lips were pressed tightly together, and it took a long time for his tense face to relax before he sat down beside me again

Chu Ying's complexion turned pale, and she quickly cast a glance at me from beneath her lowered eyelids. I could not discern what kind of expression that was. Guilt? Embarrassment? Resentment? Or sorrow?

Oh... pfft—look at his serious deadpan expression; it turns out he was sulking just for this. Children are just children, even their tantrums exude a sense of childishness

Dong Guogeg also exclaimed "Oh," and asked in surprise, "Is it true? What did the doctor say? Is there any way to treat it?"

"Do not pinch your face anymore." After a gentle sigh, my fingers were gently enveloped by a pair of slightly cold hands.

In this unfamiliar era, it is better to offend fewer people.

He did not insist, but still used that gentle tone to softly ask: "Dong Ge, may I ask you a question?"

Dong Ge

The fine hairs stood on end one by one. Does a nine-year-old child understand what beauty is? Do they think that by saying such cheesy words, they are the male lead in a Qiong Yao drama?

Do not be upset, it is alright if you do not remember, I can tell you... you are ten years old this year, the daughter of Bu Zhai, the leader of the Yeren Yehe tribe, and the Yehe Nala lady whom my father married is your aunt

If it weren't for the fact that this body belongs to a little girl from Dong, I would really want to hold him and give him a big kiss. A nine-year-old boy, in modern times, would probably only be in the second or third grade of elementary school, right? His head shape is also exceptionally good, round and without any angles or distortions, making it very suitable for a bald head. It feels really nice to touch, truly...! ... It is just too adorable! His head shape is also exceptionally good, round and without any angles or distortions, making it very suitable for a bald head. It feels really nice to touch, truly...! ... It is just too adorable!

My words are like bullets in a machine gun, bursting forth in rapid succession