Summary
“What did you say I am?” I asked, my eyes widening as I stared at the man in front of me.
“A bedchamber maid.”
As if afraid I hadn’t heard him clearly, he enunciated every word with crisp, ringing clarity.
Then, he pointed at me and repeated with a beaming smile, “You are a bedchamber maid!”
“Bedchamber? Whose bedchamber?”
He flipped his wrist, pointed back at himself, and gave me a wink. “Mine, of course.”
“Your Highness…” I clutched the quilt tighter around me, muttering under my breath, “You’re… a Prince?!”
“Did you drink yourself stupid, Yuanyuan?” He leaned in close, sniffing at the crook of my neck. “You don’t smell much like wine.”
I shrank back, wrapping the quilt even tighter. Although the stove in the room was burning bright and emitting a pleasant fragrance, my hair stood on end and a cold sweat broke out across my skin.
I had traveled through time. I was now Yuanyuan, the bedchamber maid of the Ninth Prince, Jing Yan.