Chapter 1 The Beginning of Dreams

"Jason, why do you fall asleep as soon as you get on the plane?" Ye Yiren probably thought the novel was a bit boring and decided to tease Zhu Jishi. "Come on, let's play a game of clever questions and answers. If one morning you suddenly wake up and find yourself in the Qing Dynasty, what do you plan to do?"

While two people were joking, the aircraft suddenly trembled slightly, as if it had encountered turbulence. Then, the voice of the captain came through the loudspeaker, "The plane has encountered turbulence, all passengers please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated."

What are you saying? This seat clearly belongs to Zhu Jishi! Where is Zhu Jishi?" Ye Yiren's eyes widened, staring intently at the officer named Luo Yaoguo in front of her, finding him increasingly strange.

Zhu Jishi smiled and said, "Of course, I want to be a doctor. My dream since childhood has always been to become a doctor"

Zhu Jishi found himself silently sitting on a stone bench, his mood shrouded in gloom, with a trembling hand still cradling an antique tea cup.

"It's just a minor inflammation, don't take antibiotics indiscriminately." Zhu Jishi frowned as he opened the medicine box on the bedside table and said, "There are so many random things here, including sutures, gloves, and a scalpel! You can't bring a knife on a plane"

"Zhu Jishi! Not many people have this name," Luo Yaoguo laughed heartily, pulling out a one-yuan bill from his pocket and pointing at the portrait on it. "Miss, your boyfriend wouldn't be that old gentleman, would he?"

The fine drizzle fell from the sky, enveloping the surrounding landscape in a damp, misty shroud

Jason! Zhu Jishi! My goodness, where have you gone?

Zhu Jishi scratched his head, "What else can I do besides being a doctor? I have studied medicine for six years. Besides, I don't know how to do anything else. Should I go back to the Qing Dynasty and farm?"

Ye Yiren blinked her bright, clear eyes and playfully smiled: "You have been trembling all this time, sweating a lot, and even shouting... Jason, did you have that dream again?"

Yeh Yiren took the banknote and focused her gaze on it; the portrait printed on it was unmistakably that of an older Zhu Jishi. Miss Yeh was stunned for a moment, unable to utter a single word.

Hmph, what are you saying? I have always been diligent in my studies and striving for improvement every day

A sound of footsteps emerged, and a middle-aged man dressed in an exquisite blue silk robe, appearing as if he had a shaved head from the front, with a refined demeanor yet a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, slowly approached Zhu Jishi, flanked by several subordinates in Qing Dynasty official attire, and let out a soft sigh

Haha, the phrase "chrysanthemum set electric drill" is indeed interesting. However, I am just a medical student, not one studying political science or military affairs, so how could I rebel? Have you ever heard of a doctor rebelling?

Ye Yiren pondered, "Shouldn't there be a rebellion during the Qing Dynasty? There is a famous saying online: 'If you wear Qing attire and do not rebel, you might as well use a power drill on your chrysanthemum'"

Zhu Jishi let out a cold snort: "The Ming Dynasty will not perish! Because there are descendants of the Ming overseas, one day they will lead an army back to take your life..."

Zhu Jishi said irritably: "It sounds as if it's true. Is today April Fool's Day?"

However, at that time, Zhu Jishi was still a bookworm, completely oblivious to the world outside, dedicating all his energy to studying and not at all distracted by a boring dream about hetushu.com. With such effort and a bit of cleverness, Zhu Jishi was admitted to the Basic Medical Sciences Department of a well-known medical school in the country. After five years of hard study, he was given the opportunity to pursue a master's degree at the Mannheim Medical School of Heidelberg University in Germany. While at the Mannheim Medical School, he met his current girlfriend, Ye Yiren, and shared with her the strange dream he had been experiencing for nearly ten years.

Of course, it is to marry and start a family! Haven't you heard the saying about becoming wealthy, starting a family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world? Moreover, it seems that during the Qing Dynasty, one could marry multiple wives... Oh dear, Yiren, why are you pinching me?

With a crash, the teacup in Zhu Jishi's hand fell to the bluestone floor and shattered. An indescribable fear and hatred suddenly surged from the depths of his heart

Uh, it seems that there is some truth to this, but rebellion appears to be quite costly, so one should first focus on making money

The middle-aged man spoke softly: "Zhu Cixuan, the Ming Dynasty has not wronged me, nor have you and your father wronged me. It is merely that the country has fallen. Your father is the king of a fallen nation, and you are the crown prince of a fallen nation. What more is there to say?"

Jason

She suddenly discovered that there was a soldier in a blue military uniform sitting next to her, who appeared to be of East Asian descent, but she did not know which country he was from

A beautiful and pure voice, reminiscent of a clear stream, is calling his English name

Ye Yiren pouted slightly and let out a soft hum, "Just by looking at your name, it's clear whether becoming a doctor is your dream or your parents' dream."

"Jason, stop daydreaming and quickly get dressed to help me pack. We have to catch a flight back to the country today." The petite Ye Yiren had already gotten up and was putting on her clothes. "Make sure to bring my little medicine box; my throat seems to be a bit inflamed..."

Oh, I forgot, quickly take out the knife... By the way, also bring my "Surgery" textbook and put it in my backpack; I need to review my lessons on the plane

The same dream began during his middle school years

He slowly stood up, looking at the middle-aged man, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Rebel! What has the Ming Dynasty done to you? What have my father and I done to you? Why have I ended up like this?"

Zhu Jishi remained silent, simply holding his girlfriend tightly.

The soldier, who seemed to understand Chinese, paused for a moment and turned to look at Ye Yiren. "Miss, my name is Luo Yaoguo, and I am a captain in the Air Force of the Chinese Empire. This seat is mine; I have been sitting here since I boarded the plane"

The dim light of the desk lamp cast shadows on those fair arms. Zhu Jishi turned his face, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, forcing a smile.

Reviewing homework? Wow, Miss Ye also has times when she studies diligently

In the midst of conversation, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and a rope suddenly tightened around Zhu Jishi's neck, constricting more and more. Zhu Jishi reached out his hand, like a helpless drowning person, trying to grasp a straw that did not exist at all. Then, everything was in vain.

Four hours later, Zhu Jishi and Ye Yiren had boarded the flight to Shanghai. However, Ye Yiren did not review her studies on the plane; instead, she casually tossed her backpack, which contained textbooks and various other items, to Zhu Jishi. She then took out her iPad to read her favorite boring time-travel novel, while Zhu Jishi, holding Miss Ye's backpack, felt drowsy.

"First with the librarian, who are you? How are you sitting in my boyfriend's seat?"

She turned her head and took out a milky-white jade pendant from her pocket, handing it to Zhu Jishi. "Jason, there is something I have always wanted to tell you. Look at this jade pendant; it is a collection of my father's. It is engraved with a dragon pattern and also has the character 'Xuan' in seal script. This jade pendant may belong to your past life."

Jason

However, Ye Yiren does not put much effort into her studies; she spends her days pondering some peculiar matters, such as time travel, souls, and reincarnation. Since Zhu Jishi got to know her, Ye Yiren has frequently discussed those tedious novels, movies, and TV dramas related to time travel with him

Ye Yiren, much like her name suggests, has a delicate and graceful appearance, with fair skin and a pair of large, expressive eyes that seem to hold a hint of mischief. If she also had a pair of pointed ears, she would resemble a lively sprite. While she may not be considered a beauty, she certainly falls into the category of an adorable young girl. Her family background is far superior to that of Zhu Jishi; both of her parents are expert doctors at a major hospital in Shanghai. As their precious daughter, she was sent to study in Germany immediately after graduating from high school. In contrast, Zhu Jishi comes from an ordinary family in a small city in Guangdong, having exhausted all of his parents' savings just to pursue a master's degree in Germany with a scholarship.

Jason

Zhu Jishi, he is my boyfriend

Luo Yaoguo shook his head, suddenly recalling something. He furrowed his brow and said, "Miss, who did you just say was sitting in this position?"

Evening

As they were speaking, the airplane seemed to plunge into a black hole, all the lights instantly went out, and no light came in from outside the window. All the passengers began to scream in terror, while the flight attendants hurried to calm them down, creating a scene of utter chaos

A 15-year-old boy from a comic book has already had descendants? I don't know if the Heaven and Earth Society is fabricating stories or if Ye Xiaojing is just daydreaming. However, it raises the question of why I keep having such boring dreams. Could it be that the psychological pressure is too great? It seems that after the New Year, I should find a European female classmate studying psychology to consult properly.

Zhu Jishi woke up, his back drenched in cold sweat, both wet and chilly. After a moment of daze, he finally recognized the small yet cozy room before him

Upon learning about Zhu Jishi's strange dream, he surprisingly went online to research historical materials and then earnestly told him, "Did you know? Your previous life was very likely that of Zhu Cixuan, the son of the Yongli Emperor Zhu Youlang of the Southern Ming, who was ordered to be strangled by Wu Sangui at the age of only 15. He also had the posthumous title of 'Prince of Sorrow.' This title was privately conferred by the Heaven and Earth Society. According to legend, Zhu Cixuan still has descendants who are in exile overseas under the protection of loyal ministers, preparing to one day return and restore the Ming dynasty. The oath of membership in the Heaven and Earth Society includes the words 'Red flags flutter, heroes are summoned, the overseas emperor will restore the Ming.' By the way, Jason, you also share the surname Zhu and have such strange dreams; could it be that you are a descendant of Zhu Cixuan?"

Yes, Sun Yat-sen was indeed a medical student

They had encountered such scenes many times before, so Zhu Jishi and Ye Yiren were not flustered. Ye Yiren pressed her face against the window, gazing at the rolling clouds outside, and softly said, "I always feel that your dream is not so simple; perhaps there really is some kind of destiny..."

What comes next

Before long, the airplane finally returned to normal, having passed through a seemingly out-of-nowhere black cloud, and all the lights came back on. Ye Yiren let out a sigh of relief, but as she turned her head, she suddenly screamed again.