“Report—! The Northern Di are attacking! General!” But the next second, the general they were calling for—me—was lying on a soft couch in the palace. “Congratulations, Your Majesty, this young woman is pregnant!” The man in dragon robes had a gaze like daggers: “A young woman? Pregnant? General Lin, please give朕 Me an explanation.”
“Who is the father of the child in your womb?”
—Lin Yueyao, an ordinary university student, woke up after a car accident to find herself transmigrated to ancient times. In that instant, the panic in her heart was beyond words—a strange environment, a dilapidated茅草屋 thatched hut, and the coarse linen clothes on her body. “Young woman, you’re finally awake!” An old woman handed over a bowl emitting the scent of herbal medicine.
